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

When Song Wenyuan came out of the high-ranking leader's house, it was past noon, and he was feeling a bit hungry.

Judging from the leader's attitude, he seemed quite anxious about the matter, so he could only follow the leader's lead for now.

After getting into the car, he told the driver where he wanted to go and then closed his eyes to think.

As a leader's secretary, you can't just do whatever the leader says, or you'll become a mere tool.

The leader just said to go to the various detention centers and find out where He Yuzhu is being held and what crime he is being charged with.

If you can't find him, go to the street and ask about Zhou Feng's background and work experience.

But now, if someone is detained in a detention center through proper channels, they will report to the local street office, so he can just go to the street office to inquire.

If He Yuzhu was arrested through irregular means, even if he searched every detention center in Beiping, he might not be able to find him.

But if Zhou Feng, whom He Yuzhu offended, could use such irregular means to arrest people, even if he was the minister's secretary, the other party might not take him seriously.

In the end, it'll probably be a battle of the titans. He'll just be responsible for the investigation, and then he can just stay behind the boss.

The neighborhood office is not far from where the top leader lives; it only takes about ten minutes by car.

After getting out of the car, Song Wenyuan walked straight into the office. There weren't many people inside; a few staff members were cleaning, and the rest were talking.

Upon seeing someone enter, a young woman looked up and asked, "Comrade, is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Wenyuan calmly took out his work ID from his pocket and handed it over: "Comrade, hello. I'm from the General Office of the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry. I'd like to check a record of the interactions between detainees in the detention center and other personnel."

The woman took the work ID, glanced at it, then looked up at him, her attitude immediately becoming more polite: "Please wait a moment, I'll go get our director right away."

A short while later, a middle-aged woman in her forties came out from the inner room, took Song Wenyuan's work ID, examined it carefully, and nodded after confirming that it was correct: "Secretary Song, right? Please come with me."

Song Wenyuan followed her into the inner archives room. She opened a locked metal cabinet and took out a thick stack of folders, placing them on the table.

"This is the registration record of all detainees this year. We have a file on everyone who has been detained by the police station or the detention center of the branch bureau. Who are you looking for?"

Song Wenyuan glanced at the thick folder in front of him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Only a few months have passed this year, yet so many files have accumulated. It seems this street isn't so peaceful after all!

Despite his inner grumbling, he still said, "I'm looking for He Yuzhu, who lives in courtyard number 95. He used to be a cook at the steel rolling mill, recently. Could you please help me find him?"

The director of the subdistrict office looked at Song Wenyuan with some surprise, then shook his head: "I know Comrade He Yuzhu quite well. His name is registered in this subdistrict. There's no need to check. He's not here."

Sha Zhu is so reckless; whether it's the neighborhood committee or the street office, they've all handled his cases.

He's a well-known figure in this neighborhood; if any detention center or police station were to arrest him, everyone in the neighborhood would know.

Song Wenyuan frowned, but still shook his head: "I'm sorry, comrade, it's not that I don't trust you, but the leader asked me to find Comrade He Yuzhu, so I think it's better to take a look at this record."

"Okay, then you can flip through them. These two are from the last two months."

Song Wenyuan nodded. It hadn't even been two months. He had just seen He Yuzhu at the big boss's house last month.

So I just opened this month's folder and carefully searched through each page.

There weren't many names on it; some were thieves, some were brawlers, and some were gamblers, but none of them were actually named He Yuzhu.

"Silly...uh...Comrade He Yuzhu usually gets along well with an old man in their compound. If you can't find him, you can ask that guy."

The director of the subdistrict office was in charge of too many courtyards, so naturally he wouldn't have the time or inclination to learn about the rotation of the three old men in that large courtyard.

It was also unclear whether Liu Haizhong had successfully taken over and replaced Yi Zhonghai in Sha Zhu's courtyard.

So the person he was referring to was Yi Zhonghai, but Song Wenyuan was thinking of the chubby, bespectacled man with bangs he had met that morning.

If even the director of the neighborhood committee told him to believe what that old man in the tenement had to say, then the information he received that morning was much more credible!

As he walked out of the inner room, Song Wenyuan hesitated for a few seconds, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the outer office before finally settling on the female colleague who had just spoken to him.

"Hello comrade, I'd like to ask you something. Do you know anyone named Zhou Feng in courtyard number 95?"

The woman pondered for a few seconds, then shook her head helplessly: "The name sounds familiar, but I'm sorry, I don't know much about it."

If he had asked the director of the subdistrict office, the director would have immediately told him that Zhou Feng was the great philanthropist who donated over a million chickens during the Spring Festival, and was also the deputy director of three factories!

Unfortunately, in order to avoid suspicion from his superiors, he specifically sought out a young colleague from the street office, who naturally wouldn't know much about him.

But what Song Wenyuan didn't notice was that as soon as he finished asking the question, a young man working nearby suddenly raised his head, then quietly got up and walked out.

Zhou Feng now has his own bodyguards, but for his safety, the Special Operations Division has still deployed many hidden agents at a distance, including observers in his neighborhood committee and street office.

Now that Song Wenyuan had come here to inquire about Zhou Feng's information, they immediately noticed something was amiss and ran out to report it.

These peripheral observers do not monitor the work and efficiency of other units; their only task is to pay attention to all information related to Zhou Feng.

No matter what the slightest movement, it must be reported to superiors immediately.

After running outside and reporting to the special operations staff on duty nearby, he returned to his workstation.

As he entered the office, he brushed past Song Wenyuan, who gave him a curious look.

As soon as Song Wenyuan stepped out of the street office, he noticed several strangers standing next to the car parked on the roadside.

Although they were dressed in dark casual clothes, and varied in height, weight, and build, they all shared one common characteristic: their posture was different from that of ordinary passersby.

Song Wenyuan had been in the system for over a decade and had seen countless people. He could tell at a glance that these people were clearly trained!