Siheyuan: The strongest point adding system is bound at the beginning

After a day and night of trekking on the green train, Liu Pingan finally returned to his familiar Sijiucheng at around 21:20 p.m. It was not easy. To be honest, the green trains of this era are slow. The most common K, Z, and D trains in the st century can complete the journey from Sijiucheng to Harbin in less than hours.

But the slow pace also has its advantages. Just as we were leaving the train station, the people from the steel mill came to pick us up. We haven't picked up the living room yet, and the area around the train station is not fenced off.

It all depends on the eyesight of the person who receives the call. However, Li Huaide is doing very well in the steel rolling mill, so naturally he will not be short of such lackeys.

As soon as they came out, they were recognized, but in the end it was only Li Huaide, his secretary, and the secretary's cousin, who was the one carrying Li Huaide's bag. The three of them got in the car and left.

Leaving Liu Ping'an, the finance and accounting trio where they were - they were most afraid that the air would suddenly become quiet.

Moreover, the three of them were not familiar with each other, and no one spoke. Finally, it was Liu Pingan who broke the silence first. After saying goodbye to Siyan and the other two, he carried his small suitcase and went home.

Emmm, the question is, should I go back to Nanluoguxiang first or later?

He looked at his watch and found that it was only a little before four in the afternoon. Liu Ping'an immediately made a decision in his mind and decided to go back to Nanluoguxiang first.

During the more than half a month that I was away, I didn't know if there were any changes in this courtyard. I didn't know if it was still the same as when I was here, and everyone was living their lives peacefully.

Also, I haven’t been to Shichahai for a long time, and I don’t know if my fellow anglers still remember me, the fishing king.

I don't think I've been to Shichahai many times, and the biggest fish I've caught is a silver carp weighing more than 30 to 40 kilograms. It seems that the title of the fishing king is self-proclaimed and has not been recognized by others.

I am like Jiang Taigong fishing, and those who don't want to take the bait have to do it themselves. The annual output of Shichahai is not enough for me to fleece the sheep. No matter how many fish there are, they are not enough for me to catch, unless I fish in the sea.

But it doesn't matter, I still have to go there more often in the future. Did you catch all the fish? It doesn't matter, when the fish in the lake in my space grow up, won't there be a lot of big fish?

A person's shadow is like a tree's reputation. Who can avoid being trapped by fame and fortune in this life? Liu Ping'an, who is now financially free, has to find some fun to kill time in this era without electronic products.

But now I should go back to Nanluoguxiang and see the changes in the Siheyuan. I can only be considered to have one foot in Nanluoguxiang now. I am not one of those time travelers who are bound to the Siheyuan and can leave whenever I want.

After all, there is a wider world outside this courtyard. However, in this era, individuals with huge wealth are not allowed to exist. It is truly equalizing the rich and the poor, but it is a pity that the land tax is not exempted.

After a while, Liu Ping'an returned to Yard 95.

Unexpectedly, the first person to welcome him home was the old guy Yan Bugui, who was not considered an old man at this age.

"I'm safe, are you back from your business trip?"

"Ah."

Things cannot be hidden within the workplace, and they cannot be hidden even more between neighbors.

Liu Ping'an swore that he had not told anyone in the courtyard about his business trip. But now, even his uncle Yan Bugui, who did not work at the steel mill, knew about his business trip to the Northeast.

"How is it going? Have you sold the grain?" Yan Bugui asked.

"Well, that's definitely... wrong, Third Uncle."

"This is a transfer between public entities. How can you say it's buying and selling sons? How vulgar." Liu Ping'an said halfway and suddenly changed the subject.

Although speculation has not yet taken off, it is still a serious problem these days. The cause of the problem is that during the 38th Parallel War, the big guys on the Huangpu River sold shady cotton to the country.

It can't be said to be the whole reason, but it is definitely an important trigger. Now, as long as no one dies, no matter how you do it, at most you will just have to pay a small amount of money and the rich can hire a top-notch lawyer and don't even need to stay in a guest house.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. How is the adjustment going? How much grain have you brought back?" Yan Bugui followed Liu Ping'an's words.

"No, that's not right. What does this have to do with you? You don't work in a steel mill."

"Besides, it doesn't seem like it's time to get off work! Today doesn't seem like Sunday either, so why did you go home?"

When faced with a question you don't want to answer, just kill the conversation. This is a skill exclusive to topic terminators and Sigma men. Liu Ping'an can do it, but there aren't that many fairies in this era. There is only one white lotus in the courtyard No. 95 where he lives, and it hasn't bloomed yet.

So, divert the topic and then counterattack, so that you don't have to follow the other party's rhythm?

Sure enough, Yan Bugui was immediately confused after hearing Liu Ping'an's words. He looked around and said hesitantly, "I don't have any classes this afternoon, so it makes sense to come back early!"

"Well, that's very reasonable. There's nothing wrong with it." Liu Ping'an didn't want to argue with Yan Bugui on this issue, so he just went along with his words and gave Yan Bugui a way out.

The grain had arrived in Sijiu City more than a week earlier than them, but the exact number of tons was unknown to outsiders. Liu Pingan knew there was something wrong.

Someone wanted to make a fuss about this batch of grain, and the three steel mill giants must have been involved. Otherwise, the news would not be kept so secret. The price of grain on the black market changes every day.

The 150 tons of food was not a lot, not enough for the workers in the steel mill to eat for two months. But it was not a small amount, as there were only a few senior executives in the steel mill. Even if they embezzled one tenth of the food, a dozen or twenty tons would be enough to feed the workers.

It seems that when I go back to work in a few days, someone will come to give me money. After all, there are six of us in my group, and we participated in the adjustment of this batch of grain throughout the whole process.

You know exactly how much has been brought back. Now the leaders above you have taken things they shouldn't have taken. If you don't take them, how can they feel at ease?

If you really want to be pure and clean, and not be stained by mud, then you are really alienating yourself from the masses. Of course, the masses here refer to the senior executives of the steel mill who stretched their hands too far this time.