Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

On the nights in May in Beijing, people were already enjoying the cool air on the streets. Young people who had been hiding at home for a whole winter were out and about, and the whole society became lively. Of course, the number of public security incidents in Wuhan increased exponentially, and the police station became very busy.

It was almost twelve o'clock when Zhang Dabao went out of Chunfeng Hutong. Wearing a nightgown, he jumped out of the yard from the wall, took a bicycle from the space, and rode towards his destination following the crow's sight.

The person who took the paper from Jinyu Hutong lived in Dongjiaomin Lane, where many foreigners lived.

The crow was still on the tree, and the person in the house had never come out. However, the place where this person lived was no longer a courtyard, but a three-story building, and the person lived on the third floor.

Zhang Dabiao climbed up the tree, looked around, and jumped onto the roof. He hooked his legs around the roof and put his ear against the wall. There was a person inside, and judging by his even breathing, he must be asleep.

I wanted to go in, but the windows were closed, so it was inconvenient to go in. What's the point of going in? I'm not a policeman, can I find any useful information here? Will I leave any traces after going in? If I alert the enemy, it will be troublesome.

After thinking for a long time on the rooftop, Zhang Dabao decided not to go to his house and let the crows monitor him and see when he interacted with those people.

After thinking it through, Zhang Dabao jumped back onto the tree. Just as he was about to leave, a car came on the street.

The car drove to the door of a red house and a big hairy man got out with a briefcase in his hand. He looked like an official. He walked a little unsteadily, and he must have drunk a lot of wine that night.

He leaned sideways and knocked on the door a few times. A big hairy woman opened the door, and the big hairy man went in. He waved his hand and the car drove away.

The woman didn't look like Damao's wife, because when she opened the door, she looked around twice, and when she saw that there was no one, she let Damao's man in.

The two Russians are playing quite extravagantly, Zhang Dabao thought.

Just as he was about to get down from the tree, Zhang Dabao thought of a way. The information that Damao unilaterally broke the contract was on you two. It doesn't matter if you don't have the information. Can't you make one yourself? Wait for a while, go to their house to get some other documents, take his schoolbag, and put your forged documents in it.

I will give it to my uncle Qiao Baozhong tomorrow and tell him that I saw someone sneaking around in the black market and shouted, and the person dropped the schoolbag and ran away. Although the reason is not perfect, the things inside are too ruthless, and the people above will not find anything. I don’t understand Damao, and the thief can’t be found. The only definite news is that Damao’s couple may admit that they lost the schoolbag, but will they admit that the documents inside were lost? Absolutely not.

After thinking of a plan, Zhang Dabao climbed down the tree and came to the window of the couple. He was just thinking of going into their room while they were playing poker, but when he got to the window, he found that they had already finished the game and were just cleaning up the mess. They were really bad. They even ate meat every day, but their level was just too bad.

There was no other way, so he waited for a while. When both of them fell asleep, Zhang Dabao pried open the window and entered the house. He came to their bed, knocked them out first, took the man's schoolbag, and found some jewelry and some big money in the woman's house, and took them all away.

I went out through the window and went to the black market near Lama Temple. Food is getting more and more expensive now, and the sales are less and the purchases are more. There are no fine grains on the market, and there is no meat at all. It seems that those who are used to eating delicacies from land and sea are having a hard time.

There were four or five antique sellers in the market. Since Zhang Dabao didn't know any of them, he picked out a few swords that he liked and took them with him. The most purchased items were books.

"Young man, it seems that you are also a book lover. I have a lot of books at home. Would you like to come and take a look when you have time?" The bookseller, who looked to be in his forties, said to Zhang Dabao.

"Okay, your house is there, I'll take a look when I have time. I like looking at these messy things," Zhang Dabao agreed.

"I live in Jinyu Hutong, No. 10 is my home. My name is Wu Laoer, and I'm at home every day. If you like it, I'll sell it to you at a low price." Wu Laoer told Zhang Dabao the address.

"I will definitely visit you." Zhang Dabao now left the black market with a book in one hand and four swords in the other.

He ran all the way back to Chunfeng Hutong without taking a rest. He took out his study computer from the space and opened the translation software. An intelligence report about the plan to withdraw the experts on July 7 came out.

There were still twenty or thirty pieces of paper in the big hairy man's bag. Zhang Dabao mixed them in and planned to hand them over to his uncle tomorrow. He also invited his cousin to come and eat donkey dinner on Sunday.

After being a little confused for a while, Zhang Dabao got up and went to the staff quarters of the Ministry of Foreign Trade without eating breakfast.

"My name is Zhang Dabao, looking for Wang Xiuqin and Qiao Baozhong." The guard at the gate knew Zhang Dabao's car, but he still had to register and the guard still had to make the phone call.

"Chief Zhang, Deputy Minister Qiao invites you in," the guard said to Zhang Dabao and opened the door.

This time, Zhang Dabao rode his motorcycle to the bottom of Qiao Baozhong's small building.

"Da Biao, why are you here so early in the morning? Is there something wrong?" Wang Xiuqin asked.

"Something happened. I went to the black market last night..." Zhang Dabao began to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Xiuqin before he finished.

"What are you going to do in such a place? It's so dangerous. Don't go there again. If you go there again, I will punish you. Come and tell me if you need anything next time," Wang Xiuqin said angrily to Zhang Dabao.

"Aunt, listen to me. When I was coming back, I happened to pass by Dongjiaomin Lane and saw a thief coming out of the window of a house. I shouted and the thief ran away. I chased him, but he threw the bag in his hand to me and ran away empty-handed. I took a look and found a lot of documents in the bag. They were all in foreign languages, which I didn't understand. I was afraid of making people anxious, so I sent it to my uncle. He must have someone who can read these words. I'll see if they are useful to us. If they are useful, we'll keep them. If not, we'll return them to the owner." Zhang Dabao explained what happened.

"What words are those? Let me see." Qiao Baozhong became interested and took Zhang Dabao's schoolbag.

"We have learned the writing of the Russians," Qiao Baozhong opened the book and said to Zhang Dabao. Then he flipped through it casually, his face becoming more and more serious. When he came to the information about withdrawing the experts, he stood up.

"Da Biao, do you still remember that household?" Qiao Baozhong asked.

"As far as I can remember, it's in the middle of Dongjiaomin Lane, a three-story building with red walls, and it seems to be No. 78." Zhang Dabao looked at the specific location through the crow.

"Da Biao, the content here is very important. Don't leave yet. I'll call Minister Chu from next door." After saying this, Qiao Baozhong walked out.