Siheyuan: The happy life of a little chef

Chapter 107 Meeting Lou Bancheng

While Fu Linglong was eating peanuts, Director Yang came to his old leader's home early in the morning.

"Old leader, I really didn't know. She saved my life. I think she is someone who used his connections to get her a five-guarantee household."

The old leader got furious and slammed the table.

"Bang, are your eyes blind? Are your ears deaf? Can't you go and ask around? You let a traitor live as the ancestor of the courtyard house. Are you worthy of those soldiers who died in the battle?"

Director Yang was trembling all over. He didn't expect his old leader to be so angry. It seemed that he was mostly finished, but he was unwilling to accept that.

"Old leader, if you don't care about me, the power of the steel mill will fall into the hands of Li Huaide, and the deputy minister behind him, Wang, is your mortal enemy."

The old leader glared at him.

"No matter how much Lao Wang and I fight, it's still an internal conflict. What's yours? To put it more seriously, it's not an exaggeration to say that you are collaborating with the enemy."

Director Yang lowered his head and said nothing. He hated Fu Linglong so much now, but Fu Linglong was already eating the peanuts.

The old leader sighed.

"You have followed me for so many years, I can't just watch you die, but be prepared. At the meeting tomorrow, I will transfer you to the steel mill union to do a sinecure on the grounds of negligence. You have to give up your power voluntarily, and Old Wang will not kill you."

Director Yang knew that this was the only solution and he couldn't say anything.

The old leader waved his hand.

"Go back, Xiao Yang. Remember, you have a chance only if you are alive."

After saying that, the old leader returned to his room.

Director Yang thought about what his old leader had said. Yes, only as long as you are alive there is a chance. In an instant he caught a ray of light from despair.

The old leader was actually afraid that he would be depressed, so he tried to comfort him, but he didn't expect that he took it seriously.

In the afternoon, Li Jianjun followed Xu Damao to a secluded courtyard. The courtyard was not big but quite elegant. There was a car parked at the door and Lou Bancheng had already arrived.

Xu Damao spoke first.

"Dad, my brother Li Jianjun is here."

Lou Bancheng hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"You must be Jianjun, right? I always hear Damao and Xiao'e mention you. Thank you for taking care of them."

Looking at Lou Bancheng with a smile on his face, Li Jianjun also said.

"Hello, Mr. Lou. We all take care of each other. There's no need to thank or not thank each other."

Coming to the table, Lou Bancheng personally poured a cup of tea for Li Jianjun.

"I'll call you Jianjun, and don't call me Mr. Lou, just call me Uncle Lou. You and Damao are brothers, so I'm taking advantage of you this time."

The three chatted for a few minutes, and Lou Bancheng said to Xu Damao.

"Da Mao, when we came out, your mother said she wanted to eat roast duck. I have to invite Jianjun here. Go buy one and bring it back when I go back."

Xu Damao was not a fool. He could see that Lou Bancheng had something to say to Li Jianjun in private, so he sent him away.

"Okay, Dad, I'll go buy it. Jianjun, I'll buy one more when we get to your house for dinner tonight."

Li Jianjun smiled.

"Okay, bring that duck bone back and I'll make some duck bone soup."

Soon Xu Damao left and the atmosphere became serious.

"Jianjun, I want to hear your analysis of what you said to Damao."

Li Jianjun smiled and said that he had told Xu Damao last year, but he only asked now. It was most likely that he had sensed something.

"Uncle Lou, have you heard any rumors?"

Lou Bancheng sighed.

"Jianjun, to be honest, I went to visit some people during the Chinese New Year. Although they didn't say anything, their attitude was very different from before. I always felt like they wanted to stay away from me. Combined with what you said, I'm a little worried."

Li Jianjun took a sip of tea and thought to himself that Lou Bancheng was really amazing and had a very sharp intuition.

"Uncle Lou, you've also felt that the capitalists are becoming less and less friendly now. You don't have much room to survive. What do you think will happen next?"

Lou Bancheng looked at Li Jianjun in shock.

"I've donated so much, right?"

"But your life is still better than that of many people. Jealousy can distort a person's character."

Lou Bancheng was silent for a few seconds.

"Jianjun, I don't want to leave my homeland, what can I do?"

Li Jianjun looked at Lou Bancheng.

"Yes, donating all your property can save the lives of your family."

Lou Bancheng felt somewhat unwilling.

"Jianjun, now it's not a question of whether I want to donate or not. If I take the lead, others will not let me go. What do you think will happen to our economy if we do this?"

Li Jianjun thought about it and realized that, yes, he was just a capitalist after all. He was also a time traveler, so he understood how strong the wind would be next.

"Uncle Lou, listen to me. Either you run or donate. The rest is a dead end. But you can hide some antiques as capital for your comeback in the future."

"In fact, it is inevitable for the country to do this. It has just been established and there are too many monsters and demons. The main thing is to deal with them. You are just incidental. Do you understand? I won't say much else. I can tell you that this trend is very strong and will last for a long time."

Lou Bancheng digested it for a while and then asked.

"What will happen if you run away?"

Li Jianjun also helped with the analysis.

"It's not possible to go abroad. There is a lot of xenophobia there. If you go there with so many assets, you will be a big fat sheep. Everyone will want to take a bite. It's unknown whether you can survive."

Lou Bancheng frowned, none of them was what he wanted, and finally he sighed.

"Jianjun, I don't want to leave my homeland, and I don't want to die in a foreign land. What do you think I should do about this?"

Li Jianjun was very happy. Lou Bancheng was planning to donate his property. If the credit of Lou Bancheng donating his property was given to Mr. Wang, he wondered if Mr. Wang could make further progress.

"Uncle Lou, you should have investigated my background. You can sort it out at home in the next two days. You can hide some antiques. Don't keep too many, and don't let others know. I will tell Mr. Wang later, and he will contact you. He will handle all the matters. As for the safety of you and your family, I will mention it to Mr. Wang."

Lou Bancheng certainly knew Li Jianjun's background, otherwise he wouldn't be so polite.

"Okay, it's up to you."

But he asked with some concern.

"Jianjun, do you really have a chance to make a comeback?"

Li Jianjun nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, Uncle Lou. Only if you are alive will you have a chance."

"Let's do it this way, Jianjun. I'm going back first. I still have a lot of things to deal with."

Li Jianjun also stood up.

"I have to go back too. Brother Damao should be back by now, right?"

Just as he finished speaking, Xu Damao came back carrying an oil-paper bag.

"Da Mao, I have something to take care of. You and Jianjun go back first. Take the roast duck back with you. I won't take it."

Lou Bancheng had no appetite for roast duck now. It was just an excuse to get rid of Xu Damao.