Break out of the courtyard

"A total of 49 people were injured in the knees, and 22 bank bodyguards were shot in the wrists and arms."

"President Sato of the branch has been kidnapped and his whereabouts are still unknown!"

"It is said that they sent five people in two batches to sneak into Renheyi Community a few weeks ago, and all of them have lost contact!"

Congressman Aso knelt aside, listening silently to his wife reporting to his father-in-law about the sudden incident in Hong Kong Island.

Even though he had heard from his wife many times before that Zhang Sang was cruel and ruthless, Congressman Aso still found it hard to believe that the seemingly gentle and well-mannered young rich man would send people to break into the bank and kidnap someone in broad daylight!

"Have they let experts look at the information they copied back?" Former Mayor Suzuki obviously didn't care about the lives of those little people.

"That computer data is highly consistent with the technical data published on the World Internet Forum and is not very valuable." Miss Suzuki knelt down in front of her father and said softly:

"Although the other nuclear power plant data is incomplete, the information on the facilities and equipment for preventing nuclear leakage and radiation is said to be very likely to be realized."

"After what Mitsubishi did, Mitsui will forget about taking over the nuclear power plant construction project in Hong Kong!" Former Mayor Suzuki said helplessly: "I hope the nuclear power plant information they bring back is as good as they say."

Congressman Aso suddenly interrupted, "Father-in-law, won't the Ministry of Foreign Affairs investigate this matter?"

Former Mayor Suzuki did not speak. Miss Suzuki said to her husband: "They will protest to the Hong Kong government."

"Is it just a protest?" Congressman Aso was still confused.

The main reason was that he had never been exposed to those mysterious operations of the top management before.

"They know who sent someone to do it, but there is no targeted witness or physical evidence, so in the end they can only get a scapegoat!" Miss Suzuki explained patiently:

"The main problem is that they took action first and brought back relevant technical information!"

...

Zhang Heping had been monitoring the Hong Kong Island branch of Mitsubishi Bank for so many days, so he naturally knew that the Japanese had copied the data on the hard drive, otherwise he would have waited a few more days before taking action.

It can be said that 95% of the nuclear power plant information on the hard drive is true, with only one piece of alloy shell material having problems with its ratio.

This problem was not noticeable in the past few years. Only when the alloy stayed at the seaside for a long time would the nuclear power plant that used this alloy win the jackpot!

The data on the hard drive was just a bomb that Zhang Heping threw out casually, but the bombs around him made him a little undecided!

After interrogating President Sato, Zhang Heping first confirmed that the second brother Tang Yi did not participate in Yang Wenmao's theft of the hard drive, nor did he cooperate with the Japanese.

The reason why Yang Wenmao stole the hard drive and gave it to the Japanese was, firstly, he was tricked and lost a lot of money; secondly, his family was kidnapped by the Japanese.

Zhang Heping didn't care about the life or death of Yang Wenmao's family, but was hesitating about how to deal with the other three former managers who were also tricked by the Japanese and lost a lot of money.

That’s right, they are three of the eight managers who were previously caught by Wei Chunqiao embezzling public funds.

Since those three people had been transferred to the property department to guard the gate, and they were set up, and only met with the Japanese people a few times afterwards, and did not take any other actions, it did not reach the level of silencing.

So, Zhang Heping considered it for a few days in Shenzhen and decided to let them go for the time being, but asked the technical manager Tang Wei to keep an eye on the call records of the three people.

...

August 8, Sunday, Capital Airport.

As the school was about to start, after Zhang Heping finished dealing with the backlog of technical consultation letters in Shenzhen, he flew to the capital with his concubine Chen Shuting to pick up Tang Xin, Zhang Bei and others to return to Hong Kong Island.

As for Zhao Jianguo, the sixth brother, he had already returned to the capital and was preparing to use his connections to transfer to Shenzhen.

"Hmm?" Zhang Heping looked out the window at several Jiefang trucks carrying prisoners passing by and asked in confusion, "Have many people been arrested recently?"

The orderly in the passenger seat replied: "I don't know how many people were arrested, but there are fewer street thugs in the city."

Zhang Heping was busy replying letters in the past few days and didn't read the newspaper, so he didn't know that the three-year campaign to crack down on criminal offenses had begun.

However, with his memories of his previous life, he had already guessed what was going on from the situation outside.

The first wife Tang Xin leaned on Zhang Heping's right arm and tilted her head to look at the crowd watching the excitement outside the car window. "It seems to be mentioned on the TV news, but I didn't pay attention to the specific data."

Zhang Heping uttered a noncommittal "hmm", then silently looked at the increasingly bustling streets of the capital, watching countless bicycles occupy the motor vehicle lanes.

The two Red Flag cars that came to pick up Zhang Heping stopped at the Gulou side. They said that there were too many small vendors occupying the road at Houhai and the cars could not drive in, so Zhang Heping and his friends had to walk back.

It happened that Zhang Heping had something to ask Tang Xin, so he took his little daughter Zhang Nuo, who came to the airport to pick them up, and walked west with his two wives.

Zhang Heping walked in front, looking at the street stalls that occupied half of the road, and asked Tang Xin who was following closely behind him: "What's the situation between Lao Zhang and his eldest nephew?"

Tang Xin, who was held by Chen Shuting's arm, quickened her pace and approached Zhang Heping and said, "I heard from Tingting and Wenwen that it seemed that Zhang Cuishan and his son arranged for our father and mother to divorce, and then for some reason, our father slapped Zhang Cuishan, and it seemed that they had no contact after that."

"However, when my mother was chatting with those red-sleeved aunties on the street, I heard a few words. It seemed that Zhang Cuishan got divorced and wanted to remarry Lou Xiao'e, but was fooled by Lou Xiao'e. Zhang Cuishan is now homeless and lives with his son in the restaurant in Qianmen."

Zhang Heping was not interested in those gossips. "After you came back, did you see Zhang Cuishan and his son coming over?"

"No!" Tang Xin laughed, "After our mother came back, she took all the money in the house. She even took the money that our father hid in his artificial leg and deposited it in the bank. She said she wanted to buy a bigger yard."

"It's better to build a building directly than to buy a yard!" Zhang Heping said with a smile while holding his little daughter. "Housing policies are much more relaxed now, but it's hard to find vacant land in the city."

"You have to tell mom about this. She's been going out with other people to look at houses recently." Tang Xin just replied, then pointed to the fork in the alley ahead and said, "Mom is talking to someone there. I guess she's asking about houses again."

Mother Ma Xiuzhen knew that Zhang Heping had a flight in the morning, so she didn't walk far when looking at houses today. She just wandered around the alley behind No. 7 Courtyard, asking who was willing to sell or change houses.

"grandmother!"

Zhang Heping and his two wives stood behind his mother Ma Xiuzhen, smiling, without saying a word.

If his youngest daughter Zhang Nuo hadn't called out to him, Zhang Heping would have waited to see how long it would take for his mother to find him.

"Let's talk about it another day. I'm going back to cook!" Ma Xiuzhen hurriedly said goodbye to the other two aunts, smiled and pulled her son's clothes, and walked towards home.

Looking at the increasing number of vendors on the shore of Houhai, Zhang Heping asked his mother, "Did the street office allow them to set up a night market?"

"No!" Ma Xiuzhen responded to people who greeted her from time to time on the road, and took the time to say to Zhang Heping: "The street office has this idea, but setting up a night market requires pulling wires and hanging lights, and the cost is not easy to handle."

"In addition, this matter still needs to be approved by the higher authorities. The day before yesterday, someone raised objections, saying that if we set up a night market next to the lake, what if people are squeezed into the lake?"

"I guess setting up a night market is a bit risky!"

Zhang Heping smiled and said: "So many people visit the street stalls, which solves the employment problems of many people; after the night market is established, more people will join in. Therefore, the night market is the general trend, it is just a matter of location."

"After the night market is opened, if my eldest sister, second sister, and eldest cousin set up a shop in the vacant space in front of their house, the rent they collect can cover the wages of two or three people."

"The empty space in front of the door?" Ma Xiuzhen looked at Lao Zhang's shoe repair stall outside the door and the row of stalls on the left and right. An idea suddenly flashed through her mind: should she demolish the three courtyards and rebuild them?

This idea is a bit bold, and I don’t know whether my eldest niece Ma Lili will agree.

The cost is secondary. The key is that materials such as cement and river sand are difficult to obtain.

"Dad!" Zhang Heping shouted to Old Zhang who was sitting at the door and pretending not to see them come back, and then went straight back to Yard No. 7.

"Master Zhang, was that your third son?" A middle-aged woman who was selling shirts and towels nearby asked curiously, "He looks only in his twenties, but he gave you seven grandchildren?"

"Li Sanmei, you don't know this!" An old lady who was selling popsicles and soda and carrying a foam box on her back had been following Zhang Heping and his friends all the way to watch the fun. At this moment, she came to the shoe stall and looked into Yard No. 7 while saying, "Director Zhang is already in his thirties, but he looks young."

"In his thirties?" Li Sanmei, who sells shirts and towels, became even more excited when she heard this key information. "Master Zhang's eldest grandson must be fifteen or sixteen years old! His third son..."

Just at this moment, Zhang Bei ran out from the next door Yard No. 6.

"Auntie, how many ice creams are left in your box?" Zhang Bei didn't notice his father coming back. He only knew that his father had a flight this morning and his mother had gone to pick him up at the airport.

He bought ice cream at this time mainly to store it in the refrigerator and leave it for his cousins ​​after they returned to Hong Kong Island.

"Do you want just ice cream? Or popsicles and soda?" The auntie who sold popsicles and soda flexibly put the foam box on her back on the ground.

"No popsicles, they're too dirty!" Zhang Bei shook his head and refused. He leaned over to take a look at the foam box with half of the lid opened, and then asked the aunt to take the foam box and prepare to store the popsicles in the refrigerator in Yard No. 6.

"Xiaobei, your father is back!" Zhang Bing said to his eldest grandson who was about to leave, and his hands mending the shoes moved faster.

When Zhang Bei heard that his father had returned, he immediately ran into Yard No. 7 and left the aunt who was selling popsicles and soda there.

The auntie who was selling popsicles and soda looked at Lao Zhang with some anxiety. The main reason was that the Zhang family had more than a dozen children. Just doing business with their family could clear out half of the inventory. "Master Zhang, do you still want this... popsicles and soda?"

Old Zhang felt his pocket and found that he had only earned a few cents that morning. He stood up helplessly with the help of the wall, then walked to the gate of the yard and shouted inside, calling Ma Xiuzhen out to give her money to buy ice cream and soda.

"Don't you have money?" Ma Xiuzhen looked at Lao Zhang suspiciously, suspecting that he wanted to save money in his own treasury again.

However, after seeing the handful of Mao Zedong's banknotes handed over by Zhang Bing, Ma Xiuzhen let him go.

"Is it Auntie Liu from Yard 17 across the street?" Ma Xiuzhen called out to the auntie selling popsicles and sodas, "Wait a minute, I'll call the children over and let them choose for themselves."

A moment later, the boys and girls who had been hiding in Yard No. 6 and doing something unknown, suddenly ran out like wild beasts released from a cage.

The greedy little ones ran straight to the foam boxes, while the older ones like Chang Wen and Zhang Yi ran into Yard No. 7 first to say hello to their third uncle.

Before Ma Xiuzhen had time to settle the bill, Zhang Bei, who had originally wanted to buy ice cream, came out and put the ice cream in the foam box into the refrigerator in Yard No. 6, and the remaining soda into the refrigerator in Yard No. 7.

The reason they had to run back and forth was because the refrigerator was too small and there was not much space left for them to store ice cream and soda.

When the popsicle lady entered the yards on both sides of Zhang's house for the first time, she was really shocked by the complete range of furniture and electrical appliances in the house.

It was not until Zhang Bei waved his hand in front of her and asked her for the third time, "Can you bring some more ice cream?" that Aunt Liu, who lived in Courtyard 17 on the south bank of Houhai Lake, came to her senses and responded.

While Zhang Bei was settling the bill, Zhang Heping came over to the foam box, casually opened the foam cover, and took out an old popsicle.

"Dad! Don't eat that!" Zhang Bei hurriedly stopped him, "My aunt took us to visit the ice cream factory before. The people making the popsicles stepped barefoot in the water, and the popsicle boxes also floated in the water. When the people making the popsicles moved a little too much, the water in the pool mixed into the popsicle boxes."

After hearing what Zhang Bei said, Zhang Heping immediately lost his appetite and went back to the main house to drink soda.

"Uncle, you're in the south, can you see my mother often?" Zhang Yi also took a bottle of soda and sat at the dining table.

Zhang Heping took a sip of Beibingyang soda, recalled his youth, and said with a smile: "I have seen her frequently recently. You can give her a call now. She should be back at the guesthouse."

"When my dad comes back, we'll call together, hehe!" Zhang Yi's smile concealed the fact that they wanted to save on phone bills.

"I wanted to send you a few computers, but your mother and aunt disagreed, so I sent 200 computers to your school." Zhang Heping said with a smile, "You will start school next month, and I guess you will have computer courses."

"That's great!" The eldest nephew Zhang Yi said with a smile: "This summer, Xiaobei has been talking about computer programming! We even secretly went to Zhongguancun to ask about the price of computers, and it turned out that a computer there costs more than 4 yuan!"

"They are simply robbing us!" Zhang Bei said indignantly after paying the bill and entering the main room, "The cheap computers in Hong Kong only sell for 3 Hong Kong dollars, which is only over 6 RMB. Even if the computers sold by my stepmother cost US dollars, it would only be over RMB."

Zhang Heping smiled and said, "Since the beginning of this month, Japanese computers have launched a price war. A computer with 32 megabytes of memory is only sold for 3000 magnesium dollars! In addition, the Hong Kong dollar has depreciated. Now 1 magnesium dollar is equivalent to 8.1 Hong Kong dollars."

"No way!" Zhang Nan stood at the table holding a half-finished sweater and a bag of wool balls on his arm, and said depressedly: "I thought the Hong Kong dollar would appreciate, so before the summer vacation, I saved all my pocket money in Hong Kong dollars!"

"Second sister, what do you think?" Third sister Zhang Nian gloated, "Little mother said before that our company's business is settled in magnesium yuan, and employees' salaries are paid in magnesium yuan. You actually did the opposite."

"I remember my dad seemed to have said before that the Hong Kong dollar would depreciate!" The 14-year-old fourth sister Zhang Feng glanced at the depressed second sister Zhang Nan, then looked at Zhang Heping uncertainly.

Zhang Heping nodded, confirming that the devaluation had been mentioned before.

The point is, he said it more than once.

Because these little guys have a lot of pocket money, Zhang Heping wants to guide them to manage their finances in a subtle way.

"I forgot about this!" Zhang Nan stood by the table, threading two needles of wool angrily, and said angrily: "When I get back, I will exchange all the Hong Kong dollars for magnesium dollars."

"Shu Ting!" Zhang Heping suddenly called out to his concubine Chen Shu Ting who was chatting with Ma Xiuzhen in the kitchen.

Because the courtyard door was open, Chen Shuting couldn't call her husband, so she quickly walked to the door of the main house and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Heping looked at his second daughter Zhang Nan, who looked depressed and angry, and said with a smile: "Starting next month, use the money in Huifeng Bank's account to absorb all the Hong Kong dollars sold. We will take as many as we can!"

"Next month?" Chen Shuting was stunned for a moment, then hurried into the main room, opened her handbag, took out a pen and a small notebook to record, "The latest exchange rate is 1 to 8, and there are rumors that it may drop to 1 to 9 next month."

"Honey, are we doing this to make a profit from the exchange rate difference, or to stabilize the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate?"

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