Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Lin Tian interrupted her, saying in a deep voice, "I just overheard you talking about why you and that old man, Director Yang. Tell me, what are your views on different men?"

Yu Haitang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

Is this about listening to one's own "insights"?

She gathered her thoughts and began to speak eloquently:

"Old Deng has money, but no energy. Young Deng has energy, but no money. Middle Deng has neither money nor energy, but he can put on a show."

Lin Tian couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing his smile, Yu Haitang grew bolder and spoke even more enthusiastically:

"Old Deng's core value is his generosity. Young Deng's core value is his physical condition. Middle Deng's core value is his ability to solve problems."

He paused, then counted on his fingers:

"Old Deng has the time and the money, but not the energy. So we should encourage him by saying, 'Uncle, you're amazing! You're just as good as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old!'"

"Xiao Deng has time and energy, but no money and a lot of pride. So you have to coax him by saying, 'We're still young, if we work hard now, we'll have everything in the future.'"

"Zhongdeng is busy making money and doesn't have much time or energy. He wants to save face but also needs encouragement. So we have to praise him. 'Big brother, you're the best. Only you can solve this.'"

After Yu Haitang finished speaking, she raised her head, looked at Lin Tian, ​​and her eyes sparkled with expectation: "Great evil spirit, am I right? Can you please let me go?"

Lin Tian looked at her and remained silent for three seconds.

Laughed.

"Yu Haitang, you're absolutely right. Your summary is spot on. Most people don't have your experience. I really admire you."

Yu Haitang was overjoyed, thinking that she had survived.

Lin Tian raised his axe and said coldly, "But my parents are dead, and my enemy has such abilities. You deserve to die even more."

Yu Haitang's smile froze on her face.

"Why...why? Didn't you say your axe wouldn't kill me?" Her voice trembled.

"Because a woman like you, living will only harm more people."

The cleaver fell.

"Pfft!"

Yu Haitang's eyes met those of her parents and younger brother, and the four of them seemed to be holding hands as they entered hell together.

The one using the kitchen knife, what does it have to do with my axe?

Lin Tian shook the blood off the kitchen knife and looked down at the corpses scattered on the ground: Yu's father, Yu's mother, Yu Laifu, and Yu Haitang.

The whole family, all together.

It's beautiful.

He turned around, picked up the axe, and walked towards the door.

……

The Lou family.

A three-story villa.

Lou Bancheng donated his family property quickly, and the authorities did not directly confiscate his residence.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Lou Bancheng stood by the window, staring intently at the street outside through the gap in the curtains.

"Quickly, pack your things."

Lou Bancheng suddenly turned around and lowered his voice to the person behind him:

"Leave Beijing now, we're being watched."

Concubine Bai Jie sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a handkerchief in her hand. She was well-maintained and still had her charm, but her face was full of panic.

"Master, are we really leaving? What happened?"

Lou Xiao'e stood beside her mother, her eyes red-rimmed, clutching her mother's arm tightly, her voice trembling with tears:

"Dad, can we not leave Beijing? Da Mao is still in the police station detention center, what will happen to him?"

Lou Bancheng glanced at his daughter, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolute determination.

"The matter is urgent. According to my informant in the police station, in order to suppress the recent serial murder case, the new team leader, Chen..."

He paused, then said through gritted teeth:

"They're planning to use me as a scapegoat."

"What?"

Bai Jie suddenly stood up, her face instantly turning ashen. She was worldly-wise and knew what those words meant.

If the master hadn't donated his family fortune so quickly, his whole family would have been beaten up as capitalists and landlords long ago.

Even so, many people have been watching them all these years, and no one believes that Lou Bancheng would really donate all his assets.

Merchants are driven by profit, and like a cunning rabbit with three burrows.

Everyone understands this principle.

Now, the higher-ups are trying to shift the blame.

"How could they... how could they do this?"

Bai Jie's voice trembled, "We didn't do anything..."

"Didn't do anything?"

Lou Bancheng gave a bitter smile and zipped up the suitcase in his hand. "It's because we didn't do anything that they were able to pin the blame on us."

Enemy agents, murderers, remnants of capitalists, sabotage of socialist construction—any one of these charges is enough to get us shot.

Lou Xiao'e's tears finally flowed.

She thought of Xu Damao, her husband who, though a scoundrel, was still quite good to her.

"Dad, what will happen to Damao if we leave? He's my husband..."

A hint of ferocity flashed in Lou Bancheng's eyes.

That was an expression that rarely appeared on his face after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

He always considered himself a Confucian businessman, treating people with gentleness and politeness, and never arguing with anyone.

But at that moment, Lou Xiao'e saw a coldness she had never seen before in those eyes.

"My dear daughter, I'll arrange for someone to get him out once we're safe. Now is not the time to worry about him."

Bai Jie understood the seriousness of the situation.

She wiped away her tears, stood up, and took Lou Xiao'e's hand: "Master is right, Xiao'e, hurry up and pack your things. We need to leave quickly, or it will be too late."

She recalled what happened back then.

Xiao'e was still young and didn't understand things back then.

But she remembers clearly that people wearing red armbands rushed into her house, ransacked it, and took away all the valuables.

They even pointed at the master's nose and cursed him as a "capitalist lackey".

If the master hadn't made the decisive move to donate all his property, the family of three would still be in unknown circumstances.

"But..." Lou Xiao'e wanted to say something more.

"No buts."

Lou Bancheng interrupted her, his voice becoming stern, "Xiao'e, listen to your father, I know you can't bear to part with Da Mao."

But think about it, if you stay, can you save him? No. You'll only die before him.

If you go with your father, you'll still have a chance to save him later.

My father has connections in Hong Kong; once he's settled, he'll send someone back to pick him up.

Lou Xiao'e's tears flowed even more fiercely.

She looked at her father and mother, her heart aching as if it were being torn apart.

But she also knew that her father was right.

She married Xu Damao primarily because she was the daughter of a capitalist. Her parents found her such a "politically correct" husband to protect her.

Although Xu Damao was a scoundrel, at least he could keep her from being denounced and criticized, and he even cooked for her.

But now…

"it is good."

Lou Xiao'e wiped away her tears. "I'll go pack my things."

She turned and walked towards her room.

Bai Jie watched her daughter's retreating figure, her heart aching with pain.

But she didn't stop her; she just turned around and started packing her things.

Lou Bancheng walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain again, and looked out at the street.

Quietly.

A storm is brewing...

"Sir, have you bought the tickets?"

"I've bought it."

Lou Bancheng nodded and glanced at the clock on the wall: "We have one hour left. We must get to the train station within one hour."

Bai Jie nodded and turned to continue tidying up.

Lou Bancheng stood there, looking out the window, and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he muttered to himself, "Hopefully... it's not too late."

Unbeknownst to him, a small figure had entered the alleyway outside the villa.

Lin Tian carried the blood-stained axe, a smile playing on his lips.

"The Lou family?"

"Xu Damao's father-in-law, mother-in-law, and daughter-in-law? I almost forgot about you."

He remembered Xu Damao's terrified face, the way he knelt on the ground begging for mercy, and the way he wailed while strapped to the octagonal table.

"A family should be together, all together."

……