Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

His heart was beating like a drum and he took every step carefully.

This is an extremely dangerous thing to do.

But thinking of Banggeng's surgery fee and Qin Jingru's worried look, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

The projection department is located deep in the factory and is usually seldom visited.

I pushed the door open quietly and a musty smell hit me in the face.

He frowned, suppressed his discomfort, and began to search the house.

I remember that the last time I came here, I saw several precious rolls of film.

Those films could be sold for a considerable sum on the black market, enough to solve their current predicament.

After some searching, he finally found the rolls of film in a corner.

He picked it up carefully and put it in his backpack.

Just then, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door.

Xu Damao was shocked and quickly hid his backpack and hid behind the door.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Xu Damao's heart was in his throat.

He pressed tightly against the door panel, not daring to breathe.

Just as the footsteps were about to reach the door, they suddenly stopped.

Xu Damao felt relieved, but then a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Xu Damao, are you in there?"

has been discovered.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

Standing outside the door was his factory manager.

The factory manager looked at him and said, "Da Mao, what are you doing here?"

Xu Damao panicked, but he quickly calmed down.

He made up his prepared excuse: "Director, I came to get the clothes I forgot here."

The factory area in the night is like a giant beast, opening its huge mouth, ready to devour anything that dares to challenge its rules.

Xu Damao's heart felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer. He was standing on the edge of a cliff. If he was not careful, he would be crushed to pieces.

The factory director stood at the door, his eyes sharp as if he could see through all his disguises.

Xu Damao's throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't speak for a long time.

There was panic of being discovered, but also guilt for trusting the factory manager.

The factory director looked at him deeply, as if trying to read something from his eyes.

Xu Damao suppressed his panic and tried to stay calm.

At this moment, there can be no retreat.

"Clothing?" The factory manager frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his explanation.

He walked into the projection department, scanned the room, and finally his eyes fell on Xu Damao's backpack.

Xu Damao's heart sank suddenly, he had been exposed.

I subconsciously protected my backpack, but the factory manager was already walking towards me quickly.

"What is this?" The factory director snatched the backpack, opened it, and saw several rolls of movie films appearing in front of him.

His face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were filled with anger as he looked at Xu Damao.

"How dare you steal the film from the factory!" the factory director roared.

Xu Damao's face turned pale, there was no way out.

He gritted his teeth, pushed the factory manager away, picked up his backpack and ran out.

A shrill alarm sounded in the factory, and security guards rushed in from all directions.

Xu Damao ran as fast as he could, determined to leave here as soon as possible.

Just then, he saw a security booth in the distance.

He had an idea and quickly took out the sweater he had prepared, wrapped the film tightly, and hid it in his arms.

The security guards chased after him, but Xu Damao was ready.

He pretended to be calm as he walked towards the security booth and handed the sweater to the security guard: "Brother, it's too cold. Can I borrow this sweater?"

Unexpectedly, I got away with it like this.

The moonlight was as bright as water, and Xu Damao and Qin Jingru met in a secluded corner on the edge of the factory.

With a tired look on his face, he handed the sweater in his arms to Qin Jingru and whispered, "This is our hope."

Qin Jingru took the sweater and felt its heavy weight.

She looked up at Xu Damao, her eyes full of worry: "Da Mao, is it really okay to do this? What if we get caught..."

Xu Damao interrupted her and said firmly, "There is no such thing as a chance of failure. For Banggeng and our future, I have to do this. Don't worry, I will be careful."

"I believe in you, Damao. No matter what happens, I will face it with you."

Xu Damao looked at her gratefully, his worries eased a little, and he began to contact the buyers he had met in the black market before.

After some twists and turns, they agreed to conduct the transaction in an abandoned warehouse in the city.

As the night deepened, Xu Damao and Qin Jingru arrived at the transaction location.

The iron door of the warehouse was half open, making a harsh creaking sound.

Xu Damao tightened the sweater in his arms and walked in carefully with Qin Jingru.

The warehouse was dark and cold, and the air was filled with damp and moldy smells.

Xu Damao's heart was lifted again. He knew that this place was full of unknown dangers.

A figure walked out from the darkness.

It was a middle-aged man with a sly smile on his face.

He looked at Xu Damao and Qin Jingru, and a gleam of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Are you the one who has the goods?" asked the middle-aged man.

Xu Damao nodded and handed over the sweater in his arms: "Here are some precious film reels. Take a look at the quality."

The middle-aged man took the sweater, opened it, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He carefully examined the texture and picture of the film and nodded: "Not bad, this thing is worth a good price."

The night was as dark as ink, and the lights in the abandoned warehouse were dim and flickering, as if they would go out at any time.

Xu Damao's heart felt like it was cut by a blade in the cold wind. He stared at the black-faced man in front of him, trying to stay calm.

The dark-faced man played with the rolls of film in his hands, with a disdainful smile on his face: "The market value of these things can at least double. Since you are so sensible, I will give you a fair price, how about it?"

Xu Damao's heart tightened. This price was far below the market price, but he didn't have many choices at the moment.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound firm: "Okay, I'll pay you the price."

The black-faced man nodded with satisfaction, and then turned his gaze to Qin Jingru beside him.

There was a frivolity and disrespect in his eyes, which made Qin Jingru feel uncomfortable.

She subconsciously pulled Xu Damao's sleeve, signaling him to pay attention.

Xu Damao noticed Qin Jingru's uneasiness, but he didn't say much.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to complete the transaction as soon as possible and get the money.

The transaction was completed quickly, and the black-faced man handed a thick stack of banknotes to Xu Damao.

After taking the money, Xu Damao did not feel the slightest joy in his heart.

This money was exchanged for his own dignity and Qin Jingru's safety.

"There's one more thing," Xu Damao suddenly asked, "Can you help me get a letter of introduction? I want to find a place to live in the city."

The black-faced man raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised by Xu Damao's request.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded: "The letter of introduction is not a problem, but you have to give me some benefits."

This means paying more.

But he did not hesitate and nodded: "Okay, tell me, what benefits do you want?"

The black-faced man smiled slightly, opened his mouth slowly, and put forward a condition that Xu Damao could not refuse.