Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"Brother Damao, come here, sister-in-law, don't eat garlic anymore..." Zhang Dabao invited everyone to sit down and eat noodles.

"Da Biao, how come you know everything?" After Xu Damao ate two bowls of noodles, he could no longer say that he admired Zhang Da Biao, but rather worshipped him.

Chapter 296 Club

"Brother Damao, I have a comrade-in-arms whose hometown is Datong, Shanxi. He joined the army with me. We have been together every day since the recruit company. He taught me how to make knife-cut noodles. Later he died in a battle and was buried in Yunnan. He said that he wanted to be a noodle chef after he was demobilized, and asked me to work with him," Zhang Dabao said in a low voice, and the unforgettable memory appeared in his mind again.

"Dabia, don't be sad. We have sacrificed so many people that we can have the good life we ​​have now," Xu Damao said to comfort Zhang Dabia.

"Dongxu, hurry up, there's not enough food here and you don't have any eyesight at all," Zhang Cuihua shouted from the side.

"Mom, I'm hungry too." Jia Dongxu watched everyone eating enthusiastically, but he was the only one who kept working. He was so hungry that he could only swallow his saliva.

"You're an adult, what's the big deal about being hungry? Hurry up, you're dawdling like a woman," said Zhang Cuihua.

Banggeng and the other two also came back from cutting grass. Zhang Dabao left Yan Jiedi and Niu Xiaozheng to eat noodles, which made Jia Dongxu, who originally wanted to take a break, busy again. In the end, there was not enough food because each of the three children ate almost as much as the adults.

"Dongxu, make more noodles next time. You see, there is nothing to eat. There are some steamed buns in the room. You can eat some with the noodle soup and the stew. Just two steamed buns will be enough." Zhang Cuihua thought of a good idea.

"Mom, I want to eat noodles too," Jia Dongxu said angrily.

"There's no noodles left. What can I do? I don't know how to cook. Who told you not to make more? If you don't hurry up, the noodle soup will be gone in a while," Zhang Cuihua said again.

Jia Dongxu bit into the steamed bread, ate the salty stew, drank a mouthful of noodle soup, and looked at the people chatting and laughing after the meal. He felt isolated. Jia Dongxu saw Zhang Dabiao again and thought, "Tomorrow, my seventh uncle and I will eat goose, and you guys won't be able to eat it." Thinking of this, Jia Dongxu was happy again.

Through the two crows, Zhang Dabao learned that Han Ming, the youngest son of Deputy Director Han Cheng of the Metallurgical Bureau, had not left the yard all day, while Wang Peng, the son of Deputy Minister Wang, came to a small courtyard in Zhengjia Hutong and entered by scanning his face.

There was a sentry at the gate of the courtyard. Through the crows, he found that there were more than a dozen young men and women having a party, drinking together, and then dancing. In the later generations, ballroom dancing was too common. You could just dance on the street. Which county town didn't have more than ten places for ballroom dancing? But now it is 1960, and ballroom dancing is indeed a bit avant-garde. Now there is also a crime called hooliganism. Men and women hugging each other and twisting back and forth, isn't it considered hooliganism in the eyes of those who don't understand?

I didn't expect that there would be a club in 1960. It was full of children of officials. Ordinary people couldn't come here either, Zhang Dabiao thought. I just don't know if Han Ming can come. If he wants to come, it will be easy. Isn't he mentally ill? I am about the same size as him. It's not too much to pretend to be him and beat up a few people, right? These people dancing seemed to have drunk a lot. The lights inside were dim. I should have no problem getting in by changing into Han Ming's clothes, getting drunk, and lowering my head. I should be able to beat up a few people quickly, starting with their eyes. Who can tell that I am not Han Ming?

With an idea in mind, Zhang Dabao went to the steel rolling mill the next morning and found Li Huaide.

"Da Biao, the steel bars are almost finished. They will all be shipped to Tianjin by next Tuesday at the latest, and can be loaded on the ship on Wednesday. They will definitely be delivered next week," said Li Huaide.

"Uncle, I'm not here to talk about this. Didn't you tell Chief Engineer Wang last time that Deputy Director Han Cheng of the Metallurgical Bureau wanted to be the director? I want to bring him down," said Zhang Dabao.

"Da Biao, you can't do this rashly. I know you are good at fighting, but Han Cheng is not an enemy spy. He has also made contributions to the revolution," said Li Huaide.

"I didn't do anything to him. His youngest son Han Ming has a violent temper and likes to beat people. Yesterday morning, a man was lying in front of the Hongxing Police Station after being beaten by Han Ming. How can he not be responsible if his son beat people?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Damn, so that's the case. You scared me. I thought you were going to kill Old Han. Old Han doesn't know how to teach his son. These three guys in the city are worse than each other. Wei Jingjing is still protecting her son. Old Han really can't do anything about it. It would be great if we could help Old Han through his son's matter. What can we do to help you?" Li Huaide said.

"I don't need you to help me with anything. I have found the right people and have a plan. You have to let Uncle Yang know that it was us who made the efforts. He is the biggest beneficiary. If he doesn't appreciate it, wouldn't my work be in vain?" Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"I'll call him over, you wait here." Li Huaide understood what Zhang Dabao meant. After a while, Yang Weihua and Li Huaide came in.

"Da Biao, what does that mean? Huaide didn't explain it clearly." Yang Weihua sat down opposite Zhang Zai Biao.

"Uncle Yang, I have a plan now. Through Han Ming, I can cut off Han Cheng's path to advancement. When I go to Hong Kong next week, I will add an order of at least 10,000 tons to the factory. This will allow you to show your face in front of the department leaders again and give you more opportunities for advancement," said Zhang Dabao.

"Dabao, you can't do anything stupid. Although Han Cheng is not a high-ranking official, he has attended military school and is one of the few people in our team who has a professional background. Many of his comrades are powerful, and several of them are ministerial leaders. There are also people in the province and the army. They are all not easy to mess with," Yang Weihua dared to say to Zhang Dabao.

"Uncle Yang, don't attack Han Cheng. The main issue is Han Ming beating people." Zhang Dabao talked about what he saw at the Hongxing Police Station yesterday morning.

"Mental illness? Only someone like Jingjing can come up with such a thing? He really takes others as fools," Yang Weihua said after listening.

"Who made Old Han afraid of his wife? What can we do?" Li Huaide said with a smile.

"Da Biao, no matter whether this succeeds or not, I will remember the favor. From now on, you are my, Yang Weihua's nephew," Yang Weihua stood up, held Zhang Da Biao's hand and said.

"Of course he is my nephew. If he wasn't, I wouldn't have put in so much effort." Zhang Dabao also shook Yang Weihua's hand vigorously, and everything was left without words.

After talking about Han Ming, they talked about the current foreign trade orders. Yang Weihua said that 2,000 tons of steel bars would be produced soon and more than half of them had been shipped to Tianjin. It seemed that Yang Weihua was really concerned about this.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Dabao left the steel rolling mill and came to Chunfeng Hutong. He had invited Liang Fei, Cao Lianbiao and Shi Chu to dinner today, so he had to prepare in advance.

The small courtyard in Chunfeng Hutong was replenished with oil, various seasonings, and a box of Xifeng liquor.

In the afternoon, Jia Dongxu came early. Now Jia Dongxu does his work in a very professional and efficient manner.

The three of them arrived on time in the evening, and together with Zhang Dabiao and Jia Dongxu, the five of them ate and drank happily. Five people couldn't finish a goose, so Jia Dongxu took the remaining dishes back to the yard.

Chapter 297 Han Ming Wants to Join the Gang

Han Ming did not leave the compound the whole day today, but Wang Peng went to Zhengjia Hutong again in the evening. It seemed that he had a lot of fun in this place, dancing with women every day and drinking.

After resting for a day in Yard 95, Zhang Dabao had a hunch that Han Ming would come out today, so he had to prepare in advance.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Dabiafa left the yard, put away his motorcycle in an empty place, took out a bicycle from the space, and changed his clothes. Now he was riding a bicycle, wearing leather shoes, a white shirt, and black pants. At first glance, he looked like an official in an office. There was a briefcase hanging on the handlebars, and two small mustaches at the corners of his mouth.

I rode my bike through the small alleys near Zhengjia Hutong. When it was almost dark, I arrived at the edge of an alley, stopped my bike, and sat under the shade of a tree to cool off.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Zhang Dabao felt the strong signal from the crows and Han Ming came out.

Today, Han Ming was the same as yesterday, wearing Liberation shoes, a white denim shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and black trousers. He was pushing a bicycle and stopped Wang Peng at the gate of the compound.

"Xiaopeng, where is your friend in front of you? Call him out. Doesn't he have good stuff in his bag?" Han Ming asked.

"Damn it, Han Ming, do you have any business to attend to? I called you that day but you didn't come out. Now that you are out, you are going to look for him again. Where can I find him for you? Does he have nothing else to do in Beijing? Are you the only one in Beijing who can arrange for transfer?" Wang Peng was quite rude to Han Ming.

"That's not what I meant. The main thing is that there are good things in his bag. We can take them and share them. Doesn't he have foreign cigarettes? Maybe even foreign liquor. The Northeast is very close to the Russians. Our relationship with Russia is not good now, so many things can't be brought over," said Han Ming.

"Foreign liquor? I didn't see it. The key point is that I forgot to ask him what his name was that day. It's my fault too," said Wang Peng, slapping his head.

"Did you really not ask his name? If I knew where he lived, I could go find him." Han Ming was a little disappointed with Wang Peng's answer.

"Would it be useful if I lied to you? It's because my father doesn't allow me to interfere in the work of the unit. Han Ming, can't I transfer someone from the Northeast? My father is the deputy minister in charge of personnel affairs in the department. If my father doesn't care about me, would I come to you for such a good thing? What are you thinking? Don't follow me, I have things to do, I'm going to buy some things, and I have to go dancing later." Wang Peng looked at Han Ming with contempt.

"Everyone knows that Uncle Wang is a high-ranking official, but he is too strict with his children. Xiaopeng, take me with you to dance. I can treat you to dinner at Lao Mo," said Han Ming.

"Can you dance? We are dancing ballroom dance? Do you know what slow dance is?" Wang Peng asked Han Ming.

"I don't know. Don't you want to broaden your horizons?" Han Ming said with a smile, licking his face.

"No, I can't take you with me. Brother Hao doesn't like strangers and he tells everyone not to bring strangers with him. The supervision from above is very strict now. Who will be held responsible if something goes wrong?" Wang Peng still disagreed.

"My father has some foreign liquor, I think it's Remy Martin, I heard it's very valuable. I'll take it out and bring it to you, is that okay? You talk to Brother Hao, I'm not a stranger either, don't you know me? We are from the same courtyard," Han Ming offered.

"Do you have foreign liquor? It's not a problem to bring it with you. How about this, you go to No. 8 Zhengjia Hutong at o'clock in the evening, mention my name at the door, and don't let anyone follow you. Don't go without foreign liquor, do you hear me?" Wang Peng agreed to Han Ming's request.

"Don't worry, Xiaopeng, I will definitely bring some foreign wine," Han Ming agreed.

Wang Peng walked away, and Han Ming returned to the compound. "Xiao Ming, why are you back again? Didn't you go to find Wang Peng?" Wei Jingjing asked his son.

"Wang Peng and I have an appointment to have a drink together in the evening. Mom, where is the bottle of foreign wine my dad has? Find it for me and I'll bring it over," Han Ming said to his mother.

"That bottle of foreign liquor? It's your father's favorite thing. It's quite expensive." Wei Jingjing was a little reluctant.

"How expensive is it? Do you know who are the people having dinner with us? They are all children of departmental and bureau-level leaders. Doesn't my father want to move up to a higher position? Wang Peng's father is in charge of the personnel work in the department. I asked him to put in a good word for my father," said Han Ming.

"That makes sense. Xiao Ming is smart and much better than your father. Old Han just doesn't know how to climb up the social ladder. He has so many comrades and classmates who are high-ranking officials, but he just doesn't go looking for them. Look at his classmates, who one of them has a higher position than him?" Wei Jingjing said.

"After all, he is my father. Of course I have to consider him," said Han Ming.

Wei Jingjing went to find the foreign wine and put it in a bag.

Time passed by minute by minute. At 6:30 in the evening, Han Ming left the compound and rode his bicycle towards Zhengjia Hutong. In late September, at 6:30 in the evening in Beijing, it was already dark and there were very few pedestrians on the road. When Han Ming was about to reach Zhengjia Hutong, a man came out of a small alley. This man was Zhang Dabao. He ran behind Han Ming, jumped high, and hit Han Ming on the neck with a knife. Han Ming was knocked unconscious and his bicycle tilted to one side.

Zhang Dabao held the bicycle with his hands and stopped it, but Han Ming fell heavily to the ground. He felt his body shaking twice, but fortunately Han Ming did not wake up. Zhang Dabao parked the bicycle at the side of the alley, carried Han Ming into the alley, poured a bottle of wine on him, poured half a pound of wine into his mouth, and let him lie down against the wall.

Zhang Dabao looked at his watch and saw that it was six fifty. He poured a bottle of wine on himself and did not ride his bicycle. Instead, he picked up the small bag of foreign wine from Han Ming's bicycle and staggered to the gate of No. 8 Zhengjia Hutong.

"Who are you looking for?" The guard at the door stopped the staggering Zhang Dabao.

"I'm looking for Wang Peng. We are from the same courtyard. My name is Han Ming. I brought some foreign wine. Wang Peng and I have made an appointment. You can ask him." Zhang Dabao lowered his head and shook it from time to time. It was obvious that he was drunk.

"Wait!" A young man entered the yard.

About two minutes later, the young man came back and said, "Come in." Zhang Dabao went in with shaky steps.

"Han Ming, did you bring any wine? If you didn't bring any, just get out. How much did you drink? You didn't drink your father's wine, did you?" Zhang Dabao heard Wang Peng say loudly as he just entered the yard.

"Who the hell are you asking to get out of here?" Zhang Dabao cursed again with his head down.

"I told you to get out, where's your wine? You bastard, you dare to talk back?" Wang Peng cursed as he walked towards Zhang Dabiao. Obviously, he felt that Han Ming dared to talk back and embarrassed him in front of his friends. Wang Peng had already drunk two glasses tonight, which was a bit too much for a 16 or 17-year-old kid.

Chapter 298: Impersonation and Assault

Zhang Dabao saw Wang Peng, who was obviously drunk, cursing and moving forward step by step. It seemed like he wanted to hit someone. That was great.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you scold me? You really deserve a beating!" Zhang Dabao took a step forward and punched Wang Peng in the face with a straight punch, causing Wang Peng's nose to bleed and stars in his eyes.

"How dare you hit me?" Wang Peng covered his face and couldn't believe it was true.

"I'm going to hit you, you bastard!" Zhang Dabao punched Wang Peng twice in the face, knocking him to the ground. Wang Peng rolled back and forth on the ground, covering his face and screaming in pain. It seemed that he was beaten badly.

Wang Peng's friends had already reacted by now. The two guards at the door also came over and surrounded Zhang Dabao. "Boy, you dare to fight here, do you know whose place this is?" The leader stood in the front.

"I know you're a bastard, get out of here." Zhang Dabao shook his body and pretended to vomit twice.

"This kid is too stubborn. Can you brothers help him loosen his bones?" said the leader.

Everyone surrounded Zhang Dabao and started fighting, so they were knocked to the ground by Zhang Dabao's straight punches, hooks, side kicks and front kicks. During the fight, Zhang Dabao put aside the small bag of foreign liquor in his hand, and deliberately put it a little far away for fear that it would be damaged.

When all the boys in the yard were knocked down and only a group of girls were left screaming in fear, Zhang Dabao staggered out of the yard again.

"Brother Hao, Han Ming just left like that, should we chase him?" a younger brother asked the leader.

"Can we beat him if we catch up with him? Let all the women go now. Xiaojun, you go call the police and say someone is causing trouble here and beat us up. Tell them to hurry up. To put it more seriously, there is a small bag left by that person. It's evidence," said the leader.

"Okay," Xiaojun limped out, and the girls also listened to Brother Hao and left.

The night in late September was already a bit cold. Han Ming woke up after a while in the alley. He felt a headache and was a little confused. Did I drink today? Who did I drink with? But why did my body hurt even more? And there was dirt all over my clothes. Han Ming stood up by himself, holding on to the wall, took two steps forward, and saw his bicycle at the entrance of the alley.

Holding the handlebars of the bicycle, Han Ming took a breath and found that the foreign wine on the bicycle was gone. He still smelled of alcohol. It seemed that he was robbed by a drunk. He didn't rob the bicycle, but the wine. The bastard knew that the wine was expensive. Han Ming thought, if he wasn't a drunk, who would do such a thing?

Without the foreign liquor, Wang Peng would definitely dislike me. Who made my father's position low? Forget it, I felt that I drank a lot. Did I drink the foreign liquor? And then I fell? I couldn't remember anything. After thinking for a while, Han Ming didn't want to play with these people anymore. His body was too painful, so he decided to go home and rest.

Han Ming pushed his bicycle towards the staff quarters of the Ministry of Machinery Industry. He really couldn't ride the bicycle, and he couldn't lift his head. His neck hurt badly, and he felt as if half of his body had been beaten severely. It was so painful.

Zhengjia Hutong is very close to the police station, less than one thousand meters away. Xiaojun, as one of the troublemakers here, naturally knows these policemen and often deals with them.

He saw that the person on duty was the deputy director of the police station, Xiong Rongguang. After he came in, he said, "Brother Xiong, go and take a look. Someone is committing a crime. Wang Peng, who lives at Deputy Minister Wang's home, is almost dying," Xiaojun said anxiously.

"Xiaojun, is there such a thing? I'll call a few brothers," Xiong Rongguang said.