Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Mr. Xiaoquan, my name is You Dabao. Let me tell you about what happened today." You Dabao told Xiaoquan Saburo on the other end of the phone what happened today.

"Do you mean that this Heshenghui cannot be moved?" Kouichi Saburo asked Yu Dabang.

"Mr. Xiaoquan, it's not that we can't move, but we can't afford to provoke them. They are too strong and we can't beat them," said Dabang.

"I'm really surprised that there is such an organization in Hong Kong. Are their backers Yingmao?" Xiaoquan asked You Dabang.

"I'm not sure about this, but it may not be the case. When they attacked the monkeys, someone helped them bombard the Yingmao port and robbed one of their ships. It was this ship that was used to bombard the monkeys' base camp." You Dabang told everything he knew.

"That's interesting. I'll let the police test them and see who's behind them?" Koinu Saburo said to You Dabao.

"Mr. Puppy, can the police help? Yu Dabang wants to persuade a puppy not to have a conflict with them."

"Don't worry about this." Xiao Quan hung up the phone, then thought for a moment and made a phone call.

Huang Hui saw that his father and cousin asked him to go back to Luzon to explain the situation. He had no choice but to fly back to Luzon alone.

This time, Huang Hui didn't care what time it was when he got home, he called his uncle Huang Chengshan.

"Where is your father? Where is your brother?" Huang Chengshan saw that only his nephew came back, and his younger brother and son were not there.

"Uncle, my father and brother are so unreasonable. We agreed that I would stay, but they insisted on staying and asked me to come back alone to explain everything to you," Huang Hui said to Huang Chengshan unhappily.

"Let's talk about the main point first. You are in your forties. Don't you know what are the priorities?" Huang Chengshan interrupted Huang Hui who was still chattering.

"Uncle, it has been confirmed now. That man's surname is Yan, and his name is Yan Ming. He is definitely stronger than a grandmaster, and he is only a little over 20 years old. He is from the same school as us, the Tianyi School, and is a senior disciple," said Huang Hui.

"I have no way of knowing what generation he is. The ancestors did not leave any generation numbers for the sect," said Huang Chengshan.

"My father has a way. He acknowledged me as his uncle on the spot. The three of us kowtowed to him, and he gave us a gift. So the friendship between our fellow disciples was continued," said Huang Hui.

"The second brother is still good at it and is quite clever." Huang Chengshan was very happy with the result.

"Why are your father and brother staying there?" Huang Chengshan asked the key question.

"Uncle, Master Yan said that Xiantian is only the entry level to our sect, the lowest level. What he called Xiantian is Qi Refining..." Huang Hui repeated to his uncle Huang Chengshan what Zhang Dabao had told him.

"Your father wants to seek a way to advance?" Huang Chengshan understood.

"Uncle, I also have to catch a plane there after dawn. I'm worried about my father there," said Huang Hui.

"Get away from me. Your father is five realms higher than you. Do you still need to worry? You also want to go to study. Now after hearing what you said, I want to go too. Your brother is the future clan leader. Can he be away for a long time? Let him come back. I'm going to visit my uncle," said Huang Chengshan.

"Uncle, my brother is also very smart. Will he fall for this? He said that you have to be the clan leader for at least 30 years before he will consider taking over the family affairs," said Huang Hui.

"Xiaoguang has been taught badly by your father and is disobedient. Let me see what gift he gave you," Huang Chengshan asked his nephew.

"Uncle, it's a sword. My father said that when you reach the Golden Core Realm, you can fly with a sword." Huang Hui gave the sword to Huang Chengshan.

"What a good sword. Really nice." Huang Chengshan looked at it for a while, put the sword away, and took it away.

"Uncle, that's my sword," said Huang Hui.

"What sword? Aren't you going to Hong Kong? If you don't go, I will send Xiaoliang there," said Huang Chengshan.

"I..., you..." Huang Hui was confused. The respectable uncle was gone. He could only nod and say, "I'll go," then turned around and left the living room and headed straight for the airport.

Hong Kong temporarily fell into a period of peace. Zhang Dabao occasionally went to the Peak to discuss cultivation with the three members of the Huang family. They had a family tradition and a systematic theory, while Zhang Dabao was self-taught. Every progress he made was full of coincidences, but his realm was high and his understanding of the mind method was deep, so the four of them learned from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and everyone made great progress.

The production of Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is booming. Due to the commissioning of new equipment, the output of Red Star Steel Rolling Mill has increased several times. The output of one new workshop is equivalent to the output of the entire factory in the previous two years. The large-scale export of products has brought a lot of foreign exchange to the country, making the reputation of Red Star Steel Rolling Mill grow.

There were also many people coming to study and visit, and of course the news about the new equipment in the factory naturally spread. Now, someone took a photo of it and sent it to the Japanese.

When the Japanese saw the photos, they wondered if we had produced the equipment. How did they get it out? It seemed that they had a lot of influence here, so they conducted a large-scale inspection in China, and our organization was also damaged to a certain extent. But when was the equipment shipped out? Through what channels, and who handled it? We still don't know anything.

Since they couldn't find out anything in China, they turned their attention to the Red Star Steel Mill. They had obtained the equipment, so someone must know where the equipment came from. And who was specifically responsible for handling this matter was also in the Red Star Steel Mill.

In order to obtain this information, the Japanese activated a secret line that had been lurking for many years.

Wang Xiaoyong is 42 years old this year. He is about 1.8 meters tall, has a well-proportioned body and is eloquent. He was originally an engineer at a steel rolling mill in Heilongjiang Province in Northeast China. Now he has been sent by the factory to Hongxing Steel Rolling to learn the structure and production process of new equipment.

"Hello, sister. I would like to ask where you bought this tricycle. I feel it is very practical." One morning, Wang Xiaoyong saw Zhang Cuihua riding a tricycle over and stopped her to ask.

"Tricycle? You can't buy it. My brother made it for me." Zhang Cuihua recounted the origin of the tricycle in detail. She didn't know how many times she had said these words since the Spring Festival. She was willing to say it, but as time went by, fewer and fewer people asked, which made Zhang Cuihua feel a little bored. Now that someone finally asked, of course she had to explain it in detail.

"The car said, what you said is right. Sister, can I try riding it after get off work? Just try it in the factory. I am an engineer and I am particularly interested in these things," said Wang Xiaoyong.

"Isn't it just a ride? It's okay, just come to the carport after you get off work," said Zhang Cuihua.