Siheyuan (courtyard house): My name is Shazhu!

With the children at home, He Yuzhu's time at work immediately decreased, as he spent more time playing with them at home and going out to enjoy the scenery.

They didn't care about the scenery; they only noticed how many people there were, more than the housekeeper at home. Their minds were perfectly clear, and they weren't wrong at all.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry. I want to eat wonton noodles and stir-fried crab."

He Yi tugged at He Yuzhu's clothes, looking like she wanted to eat it. Behind her stood six older brothers, who seemed to want to eat it too.

"We've already had lunch since we came out to play this afternoon. It's only three o'clock, no wonder you're hungry," He Yuzhu asked without pressing the issue or refusing.

"If you want wonton noodles, go to this stall; if you want stir-fried crab, go to that stall. Choose what you like, and Grandpa will pay."

"Thank you, Grandpa. We'll eat them together so we can try different snacks," He Ziran reported their idea.

"The boss arranged a table for them; all seven children will be eating together. Thank you, boss."

"Sir, you're too kind. I'll arrange it right away and make wonton noodles for these little ones. It's almost the end of the year, and the children are coming back to see you. They're much better off than my son."

"They're still young, while your child is all grown up. The reason they haven't come back is for their livelihood; life is hard for most people."

"Sir, you understand. My son was able to attend school only because you built a free school. He is thirty years old this year."

After graduating from university, he didn't take over my stall; he wanted to make big money. But I haven't seen him make much. His monthly income is less than what I earned at the stall. He just wanted to go out and work.

"Boss, is the income good this year? How is it different from before?"

"You've been so busy with work that you haven't noticed, but during the May Day and National Day holidays this year, a lot of people from your hometown came to visit us."

I'm so busy here that there's nowhere to sit at the stalls. They're amazing though; they just squat down, pick up their bowls, and start eating.

They thought the wonton noodles tasted good, but the price was a bit high. There's nothing we can do about it; prices are just too expensive here.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Our workers' average income is five times that of old Yanjing, and a bowl of noodles there costs six times more. There is a gap."

However, the people who come to the port city for tourism now are all well-off, and they just complain about the long holidays like May Day and National Day back home.

More and more tourists will come to the port city in the future, so a slightly higher price is fine; that's how prices are. However, we can't look down on them, otherwise they won't come anymore, and we'll be the ones who suffer.

He Yuzhu had witnessed disrespectful behavior in his previous life, but not at Dongda Group. All shopping malls, supermarkets, and service industries used Mandarin.

Discrimination against any customer will result in dismissal after three offenses, depending on the severity. A more serious offense will result in termination; no one will tolerate such behavior.

For decades, Dongda Group's service personnel across all industries have maintained a consistent level of non-discrimination, likely due to the exceptionally high compensation and benefits offered by the company.

Service staff aren't afraid of being mistreated by customers; there's Dongda security here. The goal is to treat everyone equally, without any distinction of rank or status.

"What you're saying is true. We're just small stall owners; we wouldn't dare look down on others."

He Yuzhu was waiting for the seven children to eat, chatting with the stall owner. There weren't many people here at three o'clock in the afternoon. He said goodbye to the stall owner after the seven children finished eating, leaving the children to eat and pay.

"I never imagined that after selling wonton noodles here for thirty-five years, I would see Sir Ho bringing his children to eat snacks every single year. These are his grandchildren; there are quite a few of them, seven in total."

The happy time passed quickly. On the third day of the Lunar New Year, He Mingzhong and his wife returned to Malaysia with their two children, and the seven children became five again.

Before September, when he had nothing to do, He Yuzhu would still travel around, visiting Niu Niu, his hometown, and the four groups of people in Malaysia.

At 8:30 p.m. local time on September 11, He Yuzhu came to the study alone, wanting to see if the infamous 9/11 would happen again.

Those who are meant to be filial will still come; the little butterfly I'm fanning isn't strong enough, and the little eagle is too far away to make any difference.

小鹰子航空11号航班‌在8:46:40 撞向纽约世贸中心北塔（1号楼）94–98层，机上92人全部遇难，楼内大量人员死亡。

United Airlines Flight 175 crashed into the South Tower (Building 2) of the World Trade Center at 9:03:11. Two minutes later, the South Tower was severely damaged, causing panic.

Kitty Hawk Flight 77 crashed into the west side of the Octagon in Arlington County, Virginia, at 9:37:46, causing numerous military casualties and partial collapse of the building.

When the Twin Towers were hit and collapsed, He Yuzhu simply observed with his 'divine senses' without any reaction or change in expression.

He remained indifferent to the subsequent impact on the 'Octagon,' and Little Eagle was somewhat prepared, 'the casualties inside the Octagon were not too great.'

Because there was no continuous monitoring, He Yuzhu did not obtain evidence that they had staged the whole thing, but he also felt that they seemed to know something, or at least that the 'Octagon was prepared'.

Many soldiers maintain a wide distance from each other during their normal work. There are not many people on the ground buildings; instead, most of them work in the basement, which was not common in the past.

He Yuzhu didn't notice anything serious and didn't pay much attention. He went to the living room at 9:40 pm, where He Mingli and He Mingyi, a married couple, were watching TV.

Communication is very advanced; footage of the Twin Towers being hit and collapsing is being played, along with the voices of reporters coming from Xiao Yingzi.

"Daddy, you also heard about what happened to Little Eagle?" He Mingyi asked as the four stood up upon seeing He Yuzhu appear.

"I got a message on my phone, want to come out and see if it's on TV?"

"Daddy, I wonder who did this this time. It's another tough one. If it happens a few more times, Little Eagle will be in big trouble."

"With something this big happening, Little Eagle will definitely find out the truth. Knowing their nature, once they find out who did it, they'll definitely retaliate. Whoever it is, dies."

"This has nothing to do with us!"

"We would never do such a thing. Why would we target ordinary civilians? Besides, there haven't been any conflicts lately."

"No way, the 'Octagon' has been hit by another suicide plane. There must have been a lot of people on each plane."

"This is a terrorist attack. No country can sleep soundly until the perpetrators are brought to justice. The little eagle has gotten himself into serious trouble this time."

Their twin towers are also landmark buildings, and with the Octagon incident, well, they'll be busy again.

"Little Eagle deserved what he got. Let's see how they deal with him this time."

"They've found someone to start the war. The newly elected Bush comes from a Texas political family, and they have ties to arms manufacturers."

"All they do is fight wars; they really have money to burn. Isn't there still Shadak that they haven't dealt with?"

"Even if it means fighting on two fronts, we have to fight. The enemy is too powerful. We'll postpone the war on Saddam, but we still have to fight this 'war on terror.' They have no other choice!"

"Daddy, how many men does the Little Eagle Army have right now? Are they enough?"

"There are 123 million people worldwide, and 90 on the mainland. That's enough to fight Saddam twice. They're still recruiting, so the numbers should be sufficient."

"I wonder who this audacious person was, but Little Eagle definitely wants him dead!"

"This has nothing to do with us, let's just enjoy the show."