Siheyuan: I am the Smart Pillar

Xiao Wu looked at Na Ye. He was actually very dissatisfied with the current government. They didn't allow people to do this or that. Even the Eight Great Hutongs where people played with women were closed by the government. Not to mention the opium dens. There was no place to go if they wanted to. This made Xiao Wu very angry.

His father had one wife and three concubines before liberation. He was now of marriageable age, so why should he have one wife and one husband? Listening to what Na Ye said, he felt that it made a lot of sense. He wanted to be a founding hero of another dynasty. Then he could do whatever he wanted, right?

Grandpa Jin coughed, thought for a moment and said, "Old Na, you have no sense of propriety. How can you say something like rebellion? Aren't you afraid that there are ears on the other side of the wall?" Na Hong snorted coldly and said, "Why are you pretending? Don't you want to restore the glory of your Prince Chun's Mansion? Don't you want to repeat the legacy of your ancestors? If you don't have the guts, just pretend that I didn't say anything today."

Xiao Wu glanced at Master Jin coldly, smiled and said, "Master, you are right. Right now, the American people are fighting with the government forces in North Korea. This is a good opportunity for us. I believe Master Jin is definitely willing to cooperate with us, don't you think so, Master Jin? I heard that when the Japanese devils were here, Master Jin also helped them kill Chinese people. If we report this, you..."

Na Hong smiled and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? We are old friends in our group. How could Mr. Jin do such a friendless thing? Don't you think so?" Mr. Jin sneered and said, "Oh, you two are talking back and forth, are you trying to force me to do something stupid?"

At this time, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking gentle walked in with a stack of information. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Being forced to do something? That's a bit too serious. To be precise, I want to do a big business with Mr. Jin. Let me introduce myself. I am an agent left by the Secret Service. I think Mr. Jin is a very powerful person and I want to make friends with you."

Mr. Jin was stunned at first, then he looked at Na Hong angrily and said, "You Na Hong, I didn't expect you to dare to lie to me. You said you didn't want to stay in the capital because you were afraid of being liquidated by the new government, but I didn't expect you had other plans. I will not go along with people like you. Goodbye!"

Jin Ye wanted to go out angrily. He was quite satisfied with his life now and didn't want to live in fear anymore. But when he opened the door, he saw several ferocious middle-aged men standing outside. Jin Ye knew that it was impossible for him to leave so easily today, so he closed the door and said, "What do you want to do? A forced melon is not sweet."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "A forced melon is not sweet, but at least it quenches thirst. Let me say this, our Secret Service wants to cooperate with Mr. Jin. This is a sure win business. If our people can really attack back, you will be the founding fathers of the country. Don't you want to?"

Grandpa Jin smiled and said, "I am already very old, and I don't want to have such extravagant dreams anymore." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You are now relying on digging up your own ancestral graves and selling them for money. Do you think you believe what you say? As long as you cooperate with us, we will pay for your monthly expenses."

Let's talk. The middle-aged man took out a check from his wallet, smiled and said, "This is $5000 from the Bank of America. It's enough for you to live comfortably all year round. You don't need to dig up your ancestral graves. If you do, when you pass away one day, you will still have the face to see your ancestors again."

Grandpa Jin shed bitter tears. His father was an idle Eight Banners kid in his early years. He didn't learn anything good from his father. His father ruined the family, and he could only live on some inheritance from his ancestors. He also got into the habit of smoking opium in his early years, but he finally quit it. Otherwise, his life would be even more difficult.

After spending all the inheritance left by his father before liberation, Grandpa Jin turned his attention to his own ancestral tombs. He was not the only one who robbed his own ancestral tombs. The Eight Banners descendants had no skills, so some of them took the risk and dug other people's tombs. If such people were caught, they would be killed, but if they dug their own ancestral tombs, other than being a little immoral, no one could say anything.

Sometimes Chinese people have the habit of moving graves. If they are found digging up their own ancestral graves, they say that they think their ancestors are unlucky and want to move them to another place. What can others say? In recent years, Jin Ye has used this excuse to dig up several of his own ancestral graves. Although he feels that what he did is a bit immoral, he has no face to see his ancestors again.

Besides, who knows what will happen after death? Maybe all of your ancestors have already been reincarnated? So Mr. Jin did not feel any burden when digging, but today, when this middle-aged man uncovered his fig leaf, a slight blush appeared on his face.

Xiao Wu looked at Mr. Jin in surprise and gave him a shameless thumbs up. He said, why does the ring smell like dirt? He didn't expect that he stole it from his own ancestral tomb. Xiao Wu shook his head helplessly. He felt that Mr. Jin was too shameless. He smiled and said, "I was wondering how you got to this point. I thought you stole this thing from someone else's tomb, but I didn't expect that you took it from your own ancestors. You are really a filial son. You can even do such a thing as digging up your own ancestral tomb. I think you should do other things."

Grandpa Jin smiled bitterly and said, "I'm just an ordinary citizen now, and I'm about to be buried. I don't know what you, the Bureau of Secrets, want to do by looking for me?" Hearing that Grandpa Jin's tone softened, the middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile, "Let's not beat around the bush. The Bureau of Secrets left a lot of brothers in the city before leaving. We need someone to coordinate the overall situation. Your prestige in the capital can be said to be very high, so we would like to ask you to be the person to coordinate the overall situation."