Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

Hearing Li Guoyong's reply, Zhang Minghui nodded with satisfaction. Seeing that Li Guoqiang was still somewhat unwilling, he opened his mouth to explain to Li Guoqiang.

"Guoqiang, Zhang Zhiqiang wants us to take action with empty words. We brothers are not that cheap. Besides, there is no need for us to get involved in the black market. That is something they need to deal with."

"It has nothing to do with us. As for the monopoly on meat, there is no need. It is a seller's market now. We have no problem selling our meat. Why should we offend others and engage in monopoly?"

"If there are people selling meat in the black market in the future, don't bother them. It's not worth it. Do you hear me?"

The Li Guoyong brothers bent down and nodded in response.

After giving the order, Zhang Minghui spoke casually.

"You two brothers, be careful these two days. Three days later, we will go to the scene to see the excitement and see how they duel. We can all go there to broaden our horizons and learn from them."

Li Guoqiang nodded excitedly. He really wanted to see the big scene. It must be spectacular.

After Zhang Minghui gave the instructions, he turned around and went back to the courtyard.

In the next two days, Zhang Minghui asked Li Guoyong to keep an eye on his brother and the black market's activities to see if there was anything unusual about Zhang Zhiqiang.

The compound has been very busy these past two days as the World Table Tennis Championships are going to be held. The neighborhood office is now coming to the entrance of the alley every day to promote the event and ask everyone to be more polite in their daily lives.

Don't leave a bad impression on foreigners, this is a world competition.

In a couple of days, delegations from various countries will be arriving. If you meet them on the street, don’t embarrass your city.

Uncle Zhang from the street office was spitting all over the place when he spoke.

"I heard that there will be people of all skin colors, from dozens of countries, coming to Beijing to participate in the competition. If neighbors see them on the street, don't stare at them."

"I was frightened by the foreigners. It's hard to explain."

The more Grandpa Zhang talked about this, the more the neighbors wanted to join in the fun. They were so enthusiastic that they all wanted to go and see the scene.

There is a lot of enthusiasm for signing up, as everyone wants to see what foreigners look like. There are some foreigners in Beijing now, but ordinary people cannot come into contact with them.

This time the World Championships are being held at home, which has made everyone very excited. They all want to rush to the scene to cheer for the Chinese team.

In order to welcome the first world competition held since the founding of New China, the central government allocated special funds to build a new Workers' Stadium with a capacity of 10,000 people under extremely difficult conditions.

At that time, New China was in an unprecedented difficult period, and the whole country was looking forward to this exciting international event.

People from all walks of life signed up enthusiastically and competed for spots at the Workers' Stadium.

At first, Zhang Minghui thought that the selection was very simple and he could be selected as long as he registered. Later, he asked Director Wang from the Street Office and realized that it was not that easy.

The subdistrict office was allocated a total of 100 places, and priority will be given to the children of martyrs and the families of soldiers. These 100 places are simply not enough.

If Zhang Minghui wanted, he could really be selected. He has a good family background and is a relative of a martyr. He also helped the Public Security Bureau capture enemy spies before, and all of this is recorded in the files.

Later, he asked Director Wang and learned that each family could only send one representative and Doudou could not go with him. After thinking about it, Zhang Minghui took the initiative to give up this opportunity.

Let those who have never seen the world go and have a look!

The title of martyr's family is really useful in this era. Just after the communication with the street office, Chief Xie of the Propaganda Section found Zhang Minghui again and said with a smile.

"Minghui, don't say Sister Xie doesn't take care of you. I've put your name on the list. When the factory sends a representative to the gymnasium, you can go with them."

Zhang Minghui was very embarrassed. The women in the factory were particularly happy when they called her Sister Xie. Zhang Minghui was young at that time and looked a little thin.

On the first day I was assigned to the Propaganda Department, when I saw Xie Shuyun, I blurted it out subconsciously.

"Xie Jie, you are so young."

Xie Shuyun was just about to remind Zhang Minghui that she was calling someone of a lower generation and should call her Auntie Xie, but she never expected that the women from the Propaganda Department would agree with her and rush over to ask Zhang Minghui to change her words and call her Sister.

After Zhang Minghui changed her words, the women went out to gossip. Within a day, no matter where Zhang Minghui went, the women forced her to call him sister.

It became a topic of interest in the factory.

It’s no wonder that since Zhang Minghui got to know this group of sisters, he has acquaintances wherever he goes and has become a celebrity in the factory.

"Sister Xie, I don't want the quota. Let the old comrades go and watch it! I'm still young and there will be plenty of opportunities to watch it in the future."

Xie Shuyun nodded with satisfaction. The young man was very down-to-earth, upright and humble. He was a good candidate worth cultivating.

"Okay, you're still young and have a lot of opportunities. It's better to give them to the old comrades to avoid people saying weird things about you."

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April 3

11pm

Zhang Minghui followed the Li Guoyong brothers and kept avoiding the patrol personnel. Recently, there were more and more people patrolling at night.

After jogging for nearly 40 minutes without saying a word, they arrived at a dilapidated courtyard surrounded by dense weeds. Li Guoyong stopped and whispered.

"Brother Hui, we'll be there in a few dozen meters. There's an open space there. I've been here twice before with others."

The three of them walked forward for less than twenty meters. Zhang Minghui's hair stood on end, his heart was beating wildly, and a light bulb went off in his head. Was this a reminder of the skill?

He immediately stopped moving forward and spoke in a low voice.

"Stop, something's wrong."

The two Li Guoyong brothers were startled and immediately half-knelt down. Li Guoyong asked in a serious expression.

"Brother Hui, what's wrong?"

Zhang Minghui's expression tightened and he spoke in a serious tone.

"Something's wrong. I feel there's an ambush ahead. You guys hide here first. I'll go ahead and investigate."

Zhang Minghui walked around and observed carefully. He found a large number of people lying in ambush all around, all carrying weapons. After a careful look, he found that they were police officers.

Some were lying in ambush in the dilapidated yard, some in the bushes, and some lying directly on the ground. They were all slowly advancing forward.

Zhang Minghui was sweating coldly.

If it weren't for the skill's reminder, the three of them would definitely step into the police's ambush after walking about 20 or 30 meters.

By then, Zhang Minghui would be able to run away, and Li Guoyong and his brother would definitely be arrested. No doubt, someone had called the police and asked the police to arrest them.

Zhang Minghui slowly retreated, all the time observing the movements in front to see if anyone had discovered him. After retreating more than ten meters, Zhang Minghui turned around and started jogging.

When we returned to Li Guoyong and his brother, they were squatting in the bushes, looking ahead nervously. When they saw Zhang Minghui coming back, they immediately asked excitedly.

"Brother Hui, what's going on?"