Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Zhiyuan looked up and asked with a smile.

"Xiao Pan, what's up?"

Pan Fei nodded slightly, "Yes, sir, a few documents came from your office, asking for your opinion."

Lin Zhiyuan was startled, then dismissed him, "Well, Xiao Hu, you guys go to my house first, just walk west, to No. 7 Courtyard, North Road, and sit with my second aunt. I'll work here first."

After Hu Yi and his wife left, he raised his hand to signal.

"Tell me, how come all the news about the village is coming to me all at once?"

Pan Fei didn't answer, just smiled and began to report.

"John Bull sent us another ten elks. In the context of polar opposition, pandas have always been a weathervane for our family to make friends. You see..."

Lin Zhiyuan glanced sideways, suspicious.

"Again? What happened before?"

Pan Fei flipped through the small notebook and narrated.

"In 1954, they sent five elks, and considering that everyone was respectable, they gave back two even rarer giant salamanders. In 1959, they sent eight elks for the second time, and after discussion, they gave back two alligators. This time, they were even more explicit, saying that they really liked pandas."

Lin Zhiyuan snorted coldly and curled his lips.

"Like? I remember that since 1938, when John Bull and Da Piaoliang were born, some people have been stealing our pandas. They have been imprisoned, tortured, and there are more than a dozen of them. Now they say they like them, do they think I will believe them? Not to mention, you just said that pandas are weather vanes, how can they be so casual?"

After saying that, he paused and sneered again.

"How about this? The Tibetan macaques in Mount Emei usually form a group of more than a dozen people. We won't be stingy. We'll pack up the whole group, neatly packed. Explain to them clearly that this creature is rarer and understands human nature. It likes to interact with tourists, so it's best to let it roam free. Oh, and give them an extra copy of Journey to the West."

Pan Fei raised his eyebrows, feeling that his leader had bad intentions, but he couldn't figure it out. He guessed that he probably wanted the Great Sage to go west to subdue demons.

After finishing the recording, I turned two pages and continued.

"Da Piaoliang instigated the internal fighting in the old nest, which became more and more intense. He even personally went to clean up the situation in the south. The higher-ups have decided to give strong support and asked if they could send some daily necessities from the village through Yuanda."

Lin Zhiyuan thought about it and shook his head.

"It's inconvenient. Yuanda is operating at full capacity, which will increase the workload and cause problems. How about this? We can provide limited support for our light industrial products. You can coordinate. As long as it does not affect the delivery to the three companies and the internal needs, you can help as much as you can."

Pan Fei nodded, recorded, and continued.

"The disaster is getting more and more serious. According to incomplete statistics, the number of casualties has exceeded 500,000..."

Lin Zhiyuan secretly clenched his fists, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"A total of 50 million, one shot is 1%. Brutal, too brutal. Contact Hong Kong Island and let Zhang Long and Zhao Hu lead the Red Flame Society to fish in troubled waters. He wants to cause chaos, so forget it."

Pan Fei hesitated for a moment and asked weakly.

"Leader, is it inappropriate to directly interfere in his family affairs?"

"Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and the Chiyan Society are civilian organizations. Besides, Hong Dao hasn't returned home yet. What does it have to do with us? Let's do it this way."

Pan Fei didn't say anything more, just wrote it down, turned the page, and continued.

"America is full of anti-hawk sentiment. 110,000 Maple Leaf railway workers went on strike. Black people in Taiwan rioted. Cotton farmers in Mexico protested. Obama attacked the Taipei. Guerrillas were everywhere in Colombia. Sugar and sugarcane plantations in Guyana stopped working. Guardo marched. Secret Records held high the ideology of teachers..."

The more Lin Zhiyuan listened, the more interested he became. Wow, more than a dozen in a row. Is Da Piaoliang being punished by God?

He pursed his lips and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

"That's interesting. It's so popular. Let's join in the fun. Contact Cigar Fidel through Yuanda and ask him to send someone to meet him in Hong Kong Island."

Pan Fei wrote halfway when he suddenly raised his head.

"Leader, you want to go south? I'm afraid that's not appropriate. The last time you went out, there was a lot of noise. This time, I don't think the higher-ups will approve it."

Lin Zhiyuan crossed his legs, tapped his knees with his fingertips, and felt a little worried.

Not to mention going south, I'm afraid the old man and the gentleman may not agree to let me leave the capital.

The rabbit and the bear are having a quarrel, and we can’t make it difficult for the cigar to be made. It would definitely not be appropriate to invite them home with great fanfare.

I wouldn't feel reassured if I didn't go for the interview.

……

After thinking for a long time, he glanced sideways at Pan Fei and asked with a smile.

"How about you take a stroll?"

"I?"

Pan Fei couldn't believe it. He pointed at himself and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Definitely not. Negotiations are full of uncertainty. If something unexpected happens, I dare not make the decision, which may easily delay things."

Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively.

"So, let them sneak into Hong Kong Island and then sneak to Beijing, is that okay?"

Pan Fei was not sure either. He frowned and muttered, "Why not give it a try?"

"Okay, go ask."

……

After finishing his work, Pan flew back and forth three times, piling up the information from various American companies on his desk.

"Leader, here are the information of more than a dozen of them, which have been classified."

"it is good."

Lin Zhiyuan came to his desk and plunged into the mountain of documents.

Communication was difficult as we were separated by half a village. The fact that I could receive a reply in more than a week and see someone in person in a month showed that cigars were highly efficient.

Even if there is no rush, you should still be well prepared.

It was not until the evening that he finally finished watching it. Rubbing his sore eyes, Lin Zhiyuan shook his head and chuckled, secretly complaining in his heart.

The key is sucrose.

If the cigars can be purchased aggressively, America will be left with no sugar available.

The resentment between the two sides will only deepen, and maybe a small fire will turn into a big fire.

Oh, and the cotton can’t be kept either.

The Big Pretty North, and its twin brother the Maple Leaf, were never enough.

If there is no noise when the breeze blows, then something must be fishy.

anything else.

If both sides work harder and cooperate, it seems unnecessary for cigars to enter the mutual aid association of the Russian bears.

It can also weaken the Russian bear, which is simply killing three birds with one stone.

No, it seems to be Si De.

From point to surface, even if there is no chance to get involved in American resources, it can also deepen the gap between American countries and the United States.

No, no, it should be Wude.

Sugarcane and cotton are both raw materials for light industry and strategic materials.

If I go, I can't think too much. The more I think about it, the more benefits I will see. This must be done.

See what Cigar Fidel says. If you don’t like it, you must go to Hong Kong Island.

Just thinking about it makes me a little excited!

……

Lin Zhiyuan was in a good mood. He lit a cigarette and hummed a tune.

After get off work, walk out of the Special Economic Bureau.

The alley has changed dramatically.

It was originally five meters wide, but expanded to several dozen meters.

In the middle, there are four lanes in both directions. To the side, there are flower beds and roadside trees, then a three-meter non-motorized vehicle lane, followed by the curb, and it is a full six or seven meters to the door.

Even though the green plants have just been transplanted and have not yet fully grown, they already have shadows of their past lives and modernity.

Two hundred meters away from home, he walked back leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Along the way, I met many retired big guys who had moved here. I greeted them and chatted with them. It took nearly an hour before we arrived at Courtyard No. 7.