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

Zhang Minghui took out the antiques he had obtained today from the space and collapsed there with exhaustion. Although Zhang Minghui had a great harvest, he also suffered a lot.

He used his mental power every day, and his face turned frighteningly pale. Now Zhang Minghui looked like this, and it was obvious that he was mentally traumatized.

When Xu Damao heard Zhang Minghui asking for leave at the factory, his face turned very unhappy. He thought Zhang Minghui had something against him and wanted to give him a warning just after taking office.

After returning to the courtyard at night, I thought about chatting with Zhang Minghui. When I entered the room and saw Zhang Minghui lying on the kang, I asked him with concern, acting like a leader.

"Comrade Zhang Minghui, I heard from Section Chief Xie today that you were ill. As your direct supervisor, I came to visit you and ask how could you be so careless."

Zhang Minghui struggled to sit up from the kang, his face pale and his spirit haggard. Seeing this, Xu Damao was secretly very happy, you kid also got this day.

Seeing the smug look in Xu Damao's eyes, Zhang Minghui didn't bother with him. He rolled his eyes and tremblingly reached out to grab Xu Damao's arm. He spoke weakly.

"Brother Damao, I feel like my body is not working anymore."

Zhang Minghui's eyes widened, his face twisted, his arms tightly grasped Xu Damao's arms, and his head rested on Xu Damao.

Xu Damao was frightened by Zhang Minghui's appearance, his body trembling, and he hurriedly pulled Zhang Minghui's hand away and helped Zhang Minghui lie on the kang.

"Minghui, Minghui, Brother Damao will help you find a doctor. You have to hold on."

After saying this, Xu Damao was frightened. He didn't dare to stay with Zhang Minghui anymore. If anything happened to Zhang Minghui, he would be held responsible.

Seeing Xu Damao running away in fear, his two long legs seemed to be equipped with electric motors and he rushed out of the house.

Zhang Minghui was so happy that he could hardly breathe in the room.

"Scare the hell out of you, you bastard. Let's see if you dare to pretend to be my grandson again."

Feeling mentally exhausted, Zhang Minghui fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhang Minghui first started exchanging antiques, he was in a hurry and wanted to check all the locations that day. After two or three days, Zhang Minghui began to make new arrangements.

If this continues, Zhang Minghui will not be able to bear it mentally.

Hujiayuan

Zhang Minghui walked back and forth in each room. Several courtyards around were rented by Li Guoyong. Wei Hongquan and his brothers lived there, as well as several of their men.

Be on guard against any unsightly people around who might break into the yard and steal things.

A large number of fake antiques are stored here.

Of course, now all the fakes have been replaced with real ones. If Zhang Minghui hadn't prepared earlier, he wouldn't have been able to collect so many fakes.

Boss Zheng worked hard to make money. But he couldn't do it all by himself. Seeing the money slipping away from his hands, Boss Zheng wanted to die.

An idea suddenly occurred to me, and I realized that I couldn't do it alone, so I had to ask my relatives for help.

Many of his relatives lived in Zhengjia Village in the suburbs, and in order to get Zhang Minghui's big order, he specifically found his second uncle who was the secretary.

This is not the manager of the courtyard, but his biological uncle.

Boss Zheng did not hide it and told Second Uncle about Zhang Minghui's big order. Second Uncle became interested when he heard it. This is a big deal. Although the price is cheap, the quantity is large!

The second uncle organized all the villagers to supply Zhang Minghui. It is worth mentioning that since the counterfeiting business started, the life in the village has been getting better and better.

The villagers did not need the second uncle to urge them. They got up early and worked overtime in the middle of the night. They were even more eager than the workers in later generations. Zhang Minghui was a little worried when he saw it.

The second uncle waved his hand.

"Young comrade, don't worry about their health. If they don't work hard on such a good thing, they deserve to not make any money."

Zhengjia Village provided Zhang Minghui with a large number of fake goods in exchange for a considerable reward. How could the villagers, who had tasted the sweetness, continue to farm peacefully?

After the whole village discussed it, they began their legendary life. They carried forward their own craftsmanship and never looked back on the road of counterfeiting.

Since then, a famous counterfeiting base was born.

Zhang Minghui saw a group of little kids listening attentively to the uncles' lectures on professional counterfeiting techniques. Zhang Minghui held his forehead and sighed, and couldn't help but say something.

"Sin!"

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Zhang Minghui packed the antiques he collected into boxes and stored them in the house. Now is not the time to identify antiques. Such a pleasant thing can be appreciated slowly when there is time.

House searches are happening more and more frequently.

Zhang Minghui is now like a tool man, go home to rest. After resting, he takes the address he has found and wanders around the city.

After the antiques were exchanged, they went to Hujiayuan to pack them in boxes. This cycle lasted for more than two months.

Seeing these fake antiques burning in the raging fire, Zhang Minghui's heart also sank.

He knew he had to stop.

I have collected everything I could in the past two months. If there is any later, it is only a small amount. It is not worth changing it frequently.

The main thing is that there are no more fake antiques.

The leave I applied for at the factory was about to expire. At first, Zhang Minghui was given half a month to take leave, but he didn't expect that time would pass so quickly.

Feeling that time was running out, Zhang Minghui came to the factory again with a pale face. Zhang Minghui's miserable condition not only frightened his colleagues, but even Chief Xie was frightened to the point of weakness.

Zhang Minghui didn't even need to ask, Section Chief Xie immediately agreed to extend Zhang Minghui's leave.

If someone died in the factory, it would be a major accident.

Originally, colleagues were somewhat dissatisfied with Zhang Minghui, wondering why he could take such a long leave. After seeing Zhang Minghui's behavior, they all agreed to extend his leave.

Zhang Minghui also heard rumors in the factory that Director Yang had officially stepped down and was kicked out. A revolutionary committee was established in the factory, and Director Li was officially appointed as the director of the revolutionary committee.

At the same time, listen to Sister Zheng.

"Liu Haizhong is from your hospital, right? He is now the leader of the patrol team, with a few people under him. He hangs around the factory every day, looking for trouble."

Zhang Minghui was stunned. He didn't expect Liu Haizhong to really become an official. This was the scapegoat that Director Li had found. If the plot went according to plan, he would have to step down soon.

When he returned to the courtyard at night, he saw Doudou lying on the kang, feeling depressed and helpless. Zhang Minghui walked up to her, touched her head, and couldn't help asking.

"Doudou, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Doudou spoke softly with a confused look in his eyes.

"Brother, teachers from several nearby schools have been criticized and told they are the stinking ninth class. They were asked to come on stage and tell about their crimes."