Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Uncle Wu, is that you? I missed you so much." Wu Xuehua saw the man behind Huang Xiaomei, ran over and lay on Zhang Dabao.

"You're grown up now, come down quickly. After the rehearsal is over, I'll treat you to a big meal, okay?" Zhang Dabao put Wu Xuehua down and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"What's delicious?" Wu Xuehua asked after wiping her eyes.

"How about roast suckling pig?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Okay, I'll go after I finish practicing, okay?" Wu Xuehua looked at Zhang Dabao with her big eyes, making it difficult to refuse.

"No problem. I came here just to treat you to a meal. When we said goodbye in the hotel, I said that I would definitely treat you to a big meal when I see you again." Zhang Dabao patted Wu Xuehua on the shoulder and motioned for her classmates to take their seats. Wu Xuehua quickly ran to the stage.

The program was good, a children's dance, a very sunny one. They were practicing quite well now. After each practice, Huang Xiaomei would discuss the problems written in her notebook with everyone. Sometimes, if the mistakes were serious, she would stop and talk about them immediately. So for two hours in the afternoon, the students practiced very hard and had no time to rest.

The last round of rehearsal was completed and today's training was over. Huang Xiaomei held an after-class meeting and told everyone the issues that needed attention, and then ended today's training.

"Uncle Wu, are we dancing well?" Wu Xuehua came over and asked.

"That's great. I didn't know you could dance. Dancing is very tiring. I must eat more tonight," Zhang Dabia said with a smile.

"But suckling pig is very expensive. And the income in the country is different from that here. How about letting Aunt Xiaomei treat us today? Her salary is a little higher," said Wu Xuehua.

"You're such a good girl, you make me treat you to food every day. You've spent all my salary," Huang Xiaomei said pretending to be angry.

"No, I also have income here. I am a screenwriter and I just submitted a script. Now the project has been approved and it will soon be made into a TV series. It's about our old Shanghai," said Zhang Dabao.

"Uncle Wu, you are so amazing. You can actually write? That's great," Wu Xuehua praised.

"Mr. Wu, that film company? Uncle Wu went to the Huabang Theater, he knows a lot of people from the film company," said Huang Xiaomei.

"Mr. Wu is so good? The Grand Theatre? People without certain skills can't go there." Zhang Dabao certainly knew this place. Dramas from all over the world were rehearsed there. For example, classic pieces like "La Dame aux Camélias" could not be performed by people without certain skills.

The three of them walked out while chatting. When they arrived at the school gate, Huang Xiaomei wanted to take a taxi because the place to eat suckling pig was quite far away.

"Xiaomei, where are you going? I'll take you there." A young man drove over in a Mercedes-Benz. He was driving the car and wearing sunglasses, looking quite pretentious.

"Mr. Liu, I don't know you well. Don't say hello to you when I see you next time. And if you need me for something, please call me Teacher Huang." Huang Xiaomei really didn't like the man driving in front of her.

"Xiaomei, we become friends after a meal together, right?" The man in the Mercedes-Benz opened the door and got out. He was not tall and a little fat. When he took off his sunglasses, his face was covered with red pimples.

"You are too ugly. Aunt Xiaomei won't like you. Go away quickly. We don't want to see you again. You will affect our eating suckling pig," Wu Xuehua said to the man.

"Little girl, do you have any appreciation for the level? If you keep talking nonsense, I will beat you up." The Mercedes-Benz man was a little unhappy when he heard what Wu Xuehua said.

"Brother, why do you want to scare a child? She is not wrong. You are indeed ugly. Have you been to South Korea? The plastic surgery technology there is pretty good. Go and get a good surgery and make yourself look better before going out," Zhang Dabao said.

"Uncle Wu, is the technology in South Korea so advanced? Can such an ugly person become handsome?" Wu Xuehua asked.

"It's not easy to become handsome. I mean to look a little better. At least get rid of those things on your face. Otherwise, people will feel disgusted when they see you and think you have chili sauce on your face," said Zhang Dabao.

"That makes sense. I can't watch it anymore. I'll vomit if I watch it again. Let's go." Wu Xuehua felt that what Zhang Dabao said made a lot of sense, so she pulled Huang Xiaomei with one hand and Zhang Dabao with the other, and the three of them started walking.

"Stop, boy, I'm angry, you've irritated me, now kowtow to me, and I might let you go," said the Mercedes man.

"Are you angry? I'm so scared. If you have any tricks, use them quickly. Get out!" Zhang Dabao made an exaggerated expression and waved his hand. The man in the Mercedes saw that Zhang Dabao was more than half a head taller than him and had a well-proportioned body, so he thought he might not be able to beat him, so he took a step back.

"Boy, you're finished, you're finished. Do you know who my dad is? You two bastards are teachers in a school, right? My dad is an inspector now, and he will expel you two immediately," the Mercedes-Benz man said, pointing at Zhang Dabao and Huang Xiaomei.

"Your father is an inspector? What do you do?" Zhang Dabao became a little interested. In Hong Kong, inspector is not an administrative position, but he can supervise the schools. It is a symbol of physical status. He can directly give advice to the education department. Most of the inspectors are people who have made contributions to the education cause.

"I used to be a principal. Don't think I don't understand education," said the Mercedes-Benz man.

"You have been a principal? But not now?" Zhang Dabao became more interested.

"Not anymore. What's the point of being a principal? Have you heard of the former Xinming School? That's my school. My father donated it when he was ill," said the man in the Mercedes Benz.

"Are you Liu Xiaoran's son?" Zhang Dabao suddenly remembered the school where Banggeng attended.

"Now you know, kowtow quickly," the Mercedes man smiled proudly.

"You're really bringing shame to your father, you bastard." Zhang Dabao went over and slapped the Benz man hard twice, then took out a hand flag from his arms, wiped his hands, and threw it into the trash can.

"Boy, you dare to hit me?" The man in the Mercedes-Benz was bleeding from the nose. He covered his nose with one hand and pointed at Zhang Dabao with the other, asking in disbelief.

"You deserve it if I beat you. If I don't beat you, you'll be sad. Go back and tell your father. My surname is Yan, and he has met me. Ask him to take good care of you. If he doesn't care about you, I will find someone to take care of you. Tell them this: get out." Zhang Dabao waved his hand again. The man in the Mercedes-Benz was frightened and quickly got into the car and left.

He is a little scared now. His father Liu Xiaoran is also a well-known man in Hong Kong. He is not only a wealthy man, but also an education inspector. He is familiar with the Education Department and even the vice president of the federation, President Hu. This person seems to know his father and dares to hit him, which shows that he is not ordinary. He cannot cause trouble for his father, because without a father in Hong Kong, he is nothing.

So the Benz man came to his family's company as quickly as possible.