Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

For my own sake, looking at this beautiful land that our ancestors conquered with their sweat and blood.

……

That night, Yang Jianguo met with many people.

The deputy elders also met with several people, including the one who had personally gone to the deep ground to capture him.

Although he concealed it well, Yang Jianguo could still see the raging anger in his eyes.

From this day forward, he will no longer have the chance to manipulate Yang Jianguo.

Originally, the Ministry of Works was not within his scope of responsibility.

The reason for taking him down was twofold: firstly, the timing was right, and secondly, Yang Jianguo held a relatively low position at the time, a typical case of low rank but high power.

Things are different now; he's now a high-ranking leader.

Although he is still below the rank of the deputy elder, he is now a cadre directly under the Third Elder.

Furthermore, he manages an entire department.

If any problems arise in the future, no matter how serious they may be.

Anyone who wants to touch him has to ask the Third Elder for permission and get his approval.

In some matters, he has greater autonomy and no longer needs to be timid or hesitant.

Although, he has hardly ever backed down.

But in the past, I was always quite worried whenever I crossed the line.

It is only because he has enough accolades and solid strength that he has been able to live peacefully for so many years.

If someone else were to act like him, that would be a different story.

He should have been stripped of his title long ago and banished to some unknown corner to live out his remaining days.

Looking back on the past, Yang Jianguo feels that he is quite lucky.

When you meet a high-ranking leader, you also make friends with a group of like-minded comrades.

Beep beep~ Beep~

The sound of the horn pulled Yang Jianguo back to reality. "What's wrong?"

"Excuse me, sir, there's someone blocking the way ahead. I'll go and get rid of him right away."

"Wait a minute." Yang Jianguo stopped the comrade who was responsible for bringing him back.

Next, he opened the car door.

Ahead of the car, a man with a straight spine, a thin frame, and clothes covered in rips was trudging forward.

His legs were trembling, but his back was as straight as if it were nailed with steel, and he couldn't bend down.

The drivers behind him honked their horns for a long time, but he still continued to do as he pleased.

"Comrade, comrade."

Yang Jianguo stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder from behind.

The other person paused, then slowly turned their head.

He saw the car parked behind him, and the staff following Yang Jianguo.

The middle-aged man, his cheeks sunken and covered in grime, quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my hearing isn't good, I didn't hear you."

"What happened to your ear?" Yang Jianguo didn't rush to leave. Instead, he pulled the other man to the side of the road and started chatting with him.

"what?"

Yang Jianguo pointed to his ear and then to his own head.

"Oh, my ears... they were blown up by the cannon... I could still hear a little before, but now I can't hear anything at all."

"Are you a veteran?"

"what?"

Yang Jianguo pointed to the military green collar sticking up under his ripped jacket.

"Yes, I served in the military."

"Why weren't you assigned work? Why are you going home to resume your business?"

This time, Yang Jianguo leaned close to his ear and shouted loudly.

The other person finally heard a sound and said with a chuckle, "There's no one left at home, they're all dead."

Three older brothers and one older sister, all gone.

He was the only one who survived, and he didn't want to go back, fearing that going back would trigger painful memories.

When asked why he didn't contact the relevant authorities for resettlement, he was told...

A shy smile appeared on his dark face: "I don't want to trouble the organization or hold the country back... I'm fine on my own, as long as I'm full."

Yang Jianguo remained silent, a sudden pang of sadness gripping his heart.

"Comrade, come to my house!"

"No, no, this is inappropriate, it's shameful."

Pointing to himself, Yang Jianguo realized that one of his arms was missing.

Despite repeated invitations, the other party still chose to refuse.

In the end, Yang Jianguo could only take out the cigarettes from his pocket and hand the whole pack to him.

"Would it be alright if I offered you a cigarette?"

He didn't take out any money, nor did he say anything unnecessary; that would be an insult to the soldier in front of him.

Although he was dressed in rags and had disheveled hair, his spirit was more noble than his own and that of all the people in the world.

Holding a cigarette, the other person waved and walked away nonchalantly along the street.

As he left, his back was close to the curb, carefully avoiding passing pedestrians.

Then look at those well-dressed, impeccably made-up passersby, and see the disdain and contempt in their eyes.

Yang Jianguo's fists clenched so tightly they made a 'squeak' sound.

Chapter 647 Two Days and Two Nights, A Proposal

"Hello, Mom, why are you calling at this hour... The child is asleep, is something wrong at home?"

"Zhiyi, come back if you have time. Your dad has locked himself in his study and hasn't come out for two days."

"Huh? Really? What happened? Did something go wrong?"

"No, I just got promoted, it's all good news..."

But when he came back that day, he went straight to his study, refusing to eat or drink, and wouldn't open the door for anyone.

Yingzi hesitated for a few seconds before saying uncertainly, "And, it looks like he cried."

"..." Yang Zhiyi drove here alone overnight.

The car is a black Santana that Aimin used to own; it's secondhand and perfect for Tongwei and Zhiyi.

Their identities also preclude them from being too high-profile.

However, by the time she arrived, Yang Jianguo had already come out of the side room.

He was sitting at the round table in the main house, enjoying his noodles with great relish.

"How about a bowl of your mom's authentic braised noodles?"

Look at his radiant and energetic demeanor.

Yang Zhiyi turned her gaze to her mother, her eyes filled with questions.

Yingzi shook her head at him, indicating that she didn't know what was going on either.

He suddenly came out and said he was hungry.

He didn't offer a single explanation for being locked up in the room for two days and two nights.

"Give me a small portion, do you have garlic?"

"Here you go." Yang Jianguo handed her two peeled nuts.

The father and daughter slurped down their noodles with garlic cloves.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

After thinking about it, Yang Zhiyi decided to ask him directly.

What exactly happened? At least say something.

Yang Jianguo looked up and smiled, saying, "Something came up, and I haven't figured it out yet."

"Have you figured it out now?"

"Yeah, I figured it out."

Yang Jianguo smiled brightly and nodded firmly.

This time, he really figured it out.

"Oh, by the way, Dad wrote a proposal to submit. It's related to your biological research institute. Take a look..."

The feasibility and potential value of research on highly realistic prosthetics were all handwritten.

It was about 0.5cm thick, and Yang Zhiyi secretly clicked her tongue in amazement as she held it in her hand.

He locked himself in his room and spent two days and two nights creating this.

"Take a look first, and then give me some professional advice."

Yang Jianguo provided a detailed explanation in the plan.

In particular, regarding the 'military field,' future great power competition will not result in large-scale wars in the short term.

Instead, it is a small-scale conflict composed of top-tier combat talent with advanced technology, economic resources, and elite troops.

For most military personnel, the concept of war exists only in 'training exercises and drills'.

In such an environment, the value of veterans with rich practical experience is immeasurable.

They not only possess a wealth of experience, but their combat instincts are also invaluable.

If these veterans can be equipped with high-performance prosthetic limbs, they will be able to realize their value.

At the same time, it can also change some existing discourse and trends.

The research value of simulated prostheses lies not only in this.

The day when AI is combined with the future to create intelligent robots that only exist in science fiction is not far away.

Although they are unlikely to be as intelligent as depicted in movies or literature...

But it will inevitably change the future world order and play a revolutionary role in industrial development, national strength, and overall technological development.

Now, the Eagle family has stagnated, and the whole world is almost on the same starting line.

We must not fall behind others in this regard.

"Dad, isn't this report a bit too advanced?"

Two hours later, after reading the entire report, the noodles in front of Zhiyi had become so soggy that they were inedible.

But she didn't care at all; instead, her hand holding the report trembled slightly.

The proposal not only involves the application of various advanced technologies, but more importantly, it contains visions and concepts.

These concepts are arguably beyond all the programs she encountered at the Eagle Family.

Of course, because of skin color.

Zhiyi would be excluded from plans that were too confidential.

This unspoken rule is something everyone knows but doesn't tacitly agree to.

Even so, it was enough to shock her.