Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

Old Gun was ruthless; not only did he dislocate his jaw, but he also stuffed a towel under it. Old Knife took a pillow, placed it on his chest, and delivered a hammer blow...

The blond-haired young man's eyes widened in fear, and he kept shaking his head. Bang... Bang...

Old Dao only stopped when the guy's eyes rolled back and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The two worked together seamlessly. Old Knife stopped, and Old Gun violently pulled the towel out of his mouth and pushed it back into his chin with one hand.

The blond-haired young man knelt down with a thud: "Gentlemen, please, please stop hitting him! If you keep hitting him, someone will die."

Old Tie raised an eyebrow: "What, are you threatening us, Old Knife?"

Before the words were even finished, a resounding slap had already been delivered.

"Old Dao, don't slap me in the face!"

"Waaah... I want to go home."

Snap, snap...

"Waaah... I'm not going home."

"I gave you permission to speak!"

pop... pop...

"That's more like it!"

The blond-haired young man was beaten so badly his head was almost swollen, and he was crying his eyes out, too afraid to make a sound.

The five men exchanged glances, indicating that they had been properly trained.

"Name?"

"Chin Siu-ho!"

Old Gun raised his hand again.

"Don't hit me, my real name is Qian Xiaohao. If you don't believe me, I'll go home and get you my ID."

"Your dad."

"Qian Dafu".

Qian Xiaohao wished he could confess everything about his ancestors, even how many women his father had been with. His only wish was to avoid being beaten again.

The old man was also curious, "Did your stepmother have another son for your dad and need to start a new account, so she dumped you on our boss?"

"No, no, my dad just wasn't destined for that. I'm his only son. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't dare to act recklessly."

"You're not stupid, are you? Tell me what bad things you've done that made your dad so heartless as to hand you over to an outsider to deal with you."

"I... I didn't do anything wrong, I just like married women..."

"Damn! You're a real beast! You didn't even spare the woman your dad was keeping on the side, did you?"

"No, no, that's not true. Brothers, you don't understand the situation on the Japanese side. Don't be fooled by how respectable you all seem outside. Most of you are married men, especially those with children. They're under immense pressure. Even if you have a wife, she's just a decoration at home."

I'm a friend of young married women, and I was just trying to comfort his wife who was feeling lonely. I had no intention of breaking up their family.

"Wow, you think you're so right. What's your dad's purpose in having you work for our boss?" Old Dao suddenly asked this question during the conversation.

"No, no purpose. I didn't know anything before today. I was tricked into coming here by my dad." The person was badly beaten and spoke subconsciously, so he probably wasn't lying.

"Alright, you've passed. Go wash up."

Qian Xiaohao winced in pain, but dared not cry out. He leaned against the wall and went into the bathroom.

Lao Tie went to report to Niu Dazhuang across the street.

After a day of rest, Qian Xiaohao and Lao Dao bought dinner together for us.

The next day, Niu Dazhuang led his men to the embassy.

The higher-ups must have also spoken to the embassy in Xiao Rizi, and the ambassador personally received Niu Dazhuang.

"Comrade Niu Dazhuang, I have a basic understanding of your situation. The higher-ups specifically instructed that no matter what happens here, as long as you hide in our embassy, ​​I guarantee your safety."

"Now I feel more at ease. It's reassuring to have the country as my backer. Ambassador Song, if there's anything our embassy needs my help with, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Comrade Dazhuang, I know your worth, and I'm also aware of your work at the Xinhua News Agency branch in Hong Kong. There's nothing for you to do right now, but wait. When I need your help, I certainly won't be polite."

"Ambassador Song, please do me the honor of treating everyone in the embassy to dinner tonight."

"Sure, you pay, I'll have the chef go out to buy the ingredients. Tonight we'll be feasting on you, the big spender, haha..."

Because China's economy is still in its early stages, this applies not only to the Japanese embassy but also to embassies of other countries, especially those in more developed countries. Prices are much higher than in China, so they actually have a tough time.

For ordinary people in Japan and South Korea, a meal of ribs or fruit is considered a feast, not something to be reserved for the future; it's like this now.

Besides, the people at the embassy now are all from the hard times back home. They're used to being frugal, and they're reluctant to spend the little money or subsidies they earn, saving it for their families.

Niu Dazhuang was afraid that the master chef would be reluctant to spend the money, so he gave the money to Lao Tie and asked him to go out and buy the supplies.

Niu Dazhuang didn't have any other requests. Including the eight of them, there were a total of over seventy people. They were given an average of half a pound of pork and two Fuji apples per day. Lao Tie could decide what else to buy.

For Chinese people of this era, no meat is more satisfying than pork.

Around noon, a sumptuous lunch was laid out on the cafeteria tables.

"Comrade Dazhuang, we all have work to do this afternoon, so we won't drink with you. We'll have tea instead. Thank you for your generosity!"

"We're all family, no need to be so polite. Next time, on one of your days off, we'll have a proper drink together."

"Let's eat, let's eat! I want to taste the pork here and see how it differs from the pork we have back home..."

Guan Meimei sat next to Niu Dazhuang and gave him all the fatty meat that she didn't like.

Ambassador Song saw all of this and thought to himself, "No one is perfect. Comrade Niu Dazhuang is good in every way, except that he is too indulgent in his lifestyle!"

Niu Dazhuang was showing off his food with a big bowl when he sensed a woman watching him.

I put down the rice bowl, looked over based on my intuition, and the other person immediately lowered their head again.

Although it was just a fleeting glance and I didn't get a clear look at the other person's face, I was certain I had seen that profile before, and not just once.

Niu Dazhuang took it to heart.

He slowed down his eating pace until the woman finished her meal and stood up.

Although he had only seen a side profile, Niu Dazhuang could make out most of it based on the figure and profile. It had been more than ten years since he had last seen him, so he wasn't too sure.

He turned and asked, "Ambassador Song, who was that woman who just went out?"

"Her? You two are from the same hometown, Yanjing. Her father was a diplomat..."

At this point, Niu Dazhuang was certain.

"How do you two know each other?" Ambassador Song asked.

"She looks familiar; I think I've seen her before. Where does she work?"

"It's easy for you to get to know each other. I'll take you there and introduce you in a bit." Ambassador Song knew Niu Dazhuang's bad habit. After saying that, he leaned closer and whispered, "Comrade Dazhuang, he has a family now. Be careful with your words and actions."

"Brother Song, I'm past the age of being naive. Now I just think he looks familiar, I don't have any other thoughts."