Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

Xu Damao, filled with resentment and anger, stormed back to the courtyard from the neighborhood committee.

There were a few middle-aged women in the courtyard, gathered by the pond in the middle of the yard, washing and preparing vegetables while excitedly discussing Xu Damao's heroic feat that morning!

Upon seeing him enter with a livid face, the middle-aged women immediately fell silent, but their eyes darted over him even more brazenly, covering their mouths to stifle their laughter while pinching their noses.

Xu Damao's face had turned a deep purplish-red, but he had no time to argue with these old women.

Arguing with these people will only make you look worse!

After rushing back to his room in the backyard, Xu Damao slammed his door shut with a loud bang.

Inside the room, Lou Xiao'e was sitting on the edge of the bed. When she saw Xu Damao return, her face turned even more grim.

This morning, Xu Damao pushed her aside in front of so many people, making her lose face.

Upon seeing Xu Damao return, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but before she could speak, she couldn't help but frown.

"Xu Damao, you...you should go wash up and change your clothes. You smell terrible."

"Wash? Wash what the hell!"

Xu Damao didn't even look up, rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for letter paper and a fountain pen.

"What good will it do me to wash myself if I don't kill that bastard Zhou Feng? Will washing this skin wash away my shame?"

He'll write a complaint letter right now!

After he finished writing, he went to the petition office of the municipal government!

He refused to believe that he couldn't bring down Zhou Feng, this scourge!

Lou Xiao'e was rebuffed, and seeing that Xu Damao had no intention of acknowledging her, she snorted and left the house.

But Xu Damao acted as if he hadn't noticed anything. He spread out the letter paper, unscrewed the pen cap, and, panting heavily, stared intently at the blank page.

Although he wasn't very educated, he was quite familiar with writing complaint letters.

I've thought about this trick before when I didn't like someone at the factory.

What "secret late-night rendezvous," "suspicious behavior," "suspected enemy agent information transmission"...

He described it in more detail, adding his own painful experiences at the steel mill and after being attacked by Zhou Feng last night, all of which he portrayed as Zhou Feng's retaliation.

Even he himself felt that the more he wrote the whistleblower letter, the more reasonable it became, the more things were connected, and the logic was self-consistent!

Later in the story, Xu Damao even included Director Zhang of the neighborhood committee and Chief Zhao of the police station, implying that they were officials protecting each other and condoning each other's misconduct!

After writing two full pages, Xu Damao carefully folded the letter of complaint and put it in an envelope.

Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment, changed into a clean pair of pants, kicked the urine-smelling clothes into the corner with some disgust, and washed his face.

"Zhou Feng, let's see how you die this time!"

With that, Xu Damao tucked the letter of complaint into his pocket and walked out the door with a triumphant air.

It doesn't matter if these people look down on him or laugh at him now!

After he deals with Zhou Feng and gets promoted, he'll deal with these guys later!

After leaving the courtyard, Xu Damao walked out along the alley.

But just as he stepped out of the alley, right where he had been knocked down the day before, two people suddenly appeared, one on his left and one on his right, blocking his way.

Looking at the two people in front of him, one old and one young, with buzz cuts and wearing blue Zhongshan suits, Xu Damao's heart skipped a beat.

Could this be someone Zhou Feng has sent to deal with and take revenge on him?

He knew exactly how much food and supplies Zhou Feng's family had!

If it really came down to money, he really couldn't compete with the other party.

"Brothers, robbing someone in broad daylight isn't worth it! To tell you the truth, I'm on my way to the district. If you stop me, you'll be committing a serious crime!"

Unfortunately, Xu Damao's self-righteous rhetoric failed to appease the two men at all, and instead made them take two steps forward.

The older, stern-faced middle-aged man on the left stared at him and spoke: "Xu Damao?"

"Yes! It's me. So what? You dare to retaliate against me in broad daylight?"

The middle-aged man pulled out a small red book from his pocket and quickly waved it in front of him.

Xu Damao didn't even see the words clearly, but he saw a seal with the national emblem on it!

Before he could even process what was happening, the younger man on his right stepped forward and swiftly grabbed his arm.

The next second, the letter of complaint he had painstakingly written was found by someone else.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stealing my stuff? That's my complaint letter! Help! Someone help me!"

Xu Damao struggled, but in the other person's hands, he was like a little chick, unable to break free at all.

The middle-aged man took the envelope from his colleague, pulled out the letter of complaint, and quickly scanned a few lines before his face turned grim.

"Xu Damao, you are suspected of falsely accusing and defaming important state personnel with the intent to disrupt social order. Come with us!"

The middle-aged man's voice was completely flat, yet it made Xu Damao's face turn pale.

"Important personnel? Who? Zhou Feng? What kind of important personnel is he! Where are you from? What right do you have to arrest me? I need to see your identification! I'm telling you, I'm a projectionist from the Third Steel Rolling Mill! Let me go!"

"You'll find out about our department's information in a bit. We'll also send a letter to the steel rolling mill!"

Seeing that a crowd was about to gather around to watch the spectacle, the middle-aged man stopped talking and gave his companion a wink.

The young man grabbed Xu Damao's wrist and pulled hard. With a cry of "Ouch!", half of Xu Damao's body went numb, and he couldn't say anything.

And so, Xu Damao was sandwiched between the two men and crammed into an ordinary dark green Jeep.

Holy crap? I think I've really messed up in a big way?

What exactly does Zhou Feng do?

With his hands bound, watching the street scene rushing past the car window, Xu Damao's heart suddenly started pounding, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.