I feel right at home in the world of the courtyard house.

At the steel rolling mill, everything was put into storage.

Li Jing'an stood by the warehouse and glanced around. Seeing that everything was in order, he nodded in satisfaction.

He then arranged for the truck to return to Dingling in Changping, so that after the afternoon's criticism meeting was completely over, all the young revolutionaries could be brought back.

After explaining everything, Li Jing'an walked briskly towards the office building. Along the way, everyone in the factory, whether cadres or workers, stopped to greet him politely and respectfully.

Li Jing'an nodded slightly in response to everyone's questions, and walked straight to his office without lingering.

But as soon as he reached the door, he saw Liu Haizhong hunched over, waiting obediently outside the office door, looking like he had come specifically to wait for him.

As Li Jing'an opened the door and walked in, he casually asked, "Why aren't you on the street? What are you doing here at the factory during working hours?"

Liu Haizhong, who was behind him, hurriedly bowed and followed him into the house, his attitude extremely humble: "Director Li, it's like this, we've made progress in Master Zhao's case, and I came here specifically to report the results to you."

"Oh? The trial is over?"

Li Jing'an casually pulled over a chair and sat down. Looking at Liu Haizhong standing respectfully below, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and casually tossed it over.

Liu Haizhong hurriedly caught it with both hands, nodding repeatedly and thanking him, "Thank you, Director Li! Thank you so much, Director Li!"

"Tell me, what's the situation? Have they confessed everything?"

Two days ago, after he finished speaking with Liu Haizhong on the phone, he immediately detained and interrogated Master Zhao. Now that he's here to report, there must be results.

Liu Haizhong quickly replied, "Director Li, you don't know, Master Zhao has a lot of old items hidden in his home. The public's report is absolutely correct! But he insists that these things are all private possessions passed down from his family's elders, not public property that he took advantage of this opportunity to investigate the Four Olds and confiscate property."

Li Jing'an frowned: "Doesn't that mean we still haven't figured it out?"

Unable to fathom his superior's thoughts, Liu Haizhong was filled with anxiety and could only tentatively ask in a low voice, "Well... Director Li, what do you think we should do next? If you think it's not working, I'll go back and continue the investigation, and I'll make sure he understands everything clearly!"

Li Jing'an thought for a moment.

"There's no need to continue the interrogation, let's just call it quits." Li Jing'an waved his hand. "After all this time, has he said anything inappropriate or made any false accusations?"

"No, absolutely not!" Liu Haizhong quickly replied, "This man is very honest. After he was arrested, he told me everything without holding anything back or implicating anyone else."

Li Jing'an pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Alright, I understand. Zhao Wenguang has contributed to our work and helped us, so we have some goodwill towards him. We'll settle on the items in his house as he explained."

"It was determined that these were his family's personal belongings from his early years, and had nothing to do with the recent investigation of the entire factory and the street. Therefore, it was not considered that he had embezzled the confiscated goods or lined his own pockets, and the case was closed based on this conclusion."

"Okay, sure! I'll go back and get it done right away!" Liu Haizhong quickly agreed. "I'll definitely convey your message perfectly; he'll be very grateful!"

Li Jing'an first waved his hand, then solemnly gave instructions, "Come to the factory area tomorrow morning and load all the old items piled up in the factory warehouse onto a truck and take them to your street."

"We must organize a large-scale event in the name of the neighborhood committee to publicly destroy these 'Four Olds' (old ideas, old culture, old customs, and old practices). The event must be a grand and lively affair, so that the people can see it for themselves and truly witness our revolutionary determination to break with feudal dross and reform old ideas!"

"Understood! I'll be there on time tomorrow morning!" Liu Haizhong quickly replied, then cautiously leaned forward and asked, "Director Li, when are you available tomorrow? I'd like to finalize the agenda and set up the venue according to your schedule."

"I won't go," Li Jing'an replied directly. "And don't use the steel mill's name. Most of these things are collected from the streets and have little to do with the factory. The whole process is entirely the responsibility of your street office, so you can handle it all yourself."

At this point, Li Jing'an solemnly added:

"Also, you will personally oversee the transfer of supplies tomorrow, keeping a close watch on the entire process, without the slightest negligence! First, not a single item is allowed to be lost during the transfer; second, absolutely no one is allowed to take advantage of the situation to hoard goods, seek personal gain, or line their own pockets. This kind of unhealthy practice must be completely eradicated!"

"Furthermore, when cleaning up and destroying everything, it must be thorough and clean; not even a scrap of paper or a piece of broken tile can be left behind. Every trace of feudal remnant must be eradicated!"

"Don't worry!" Liu Haizhong patted his chest and assured them, "I'll personally escort it in the truck, taking it directly from the factory to the event site. Once there, I'll handle everything immediately, keeping a close watch on it the entire time. I guarantee nothing will be lost, nothing will be taken for personal gain, and nothing will be left unattended!"

Li Jing'an nodded and raised his hand to indicate that he could go back and prepare.

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Liu Haizhong looked smug and self-satisfied. With his hands behind his back and his belly sticking out, he strolled home with his signature pigeon-toed gait.

As soon as he entered the house, his two sons immediately came forward to serve him.

Liu Guangtian quickly took his briefcase and hung it behind the door; Liu Guangfu deftly pulled out a chair and invited him to sit down. After he was seated, Liu Guangtian hung up the briefcase and then brought over a thermos to refill his teacup with hot water.

Liu Haizhong remained silent throughout, maintaining the air of a patriarch, sitting steadily like an old man, calmly accepting the attentive service of his two sons. He casually grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the table, slowly cracking them open, feeling bubbly with happiness.

These days, bangs exude boundless confidence.

Although the Workers' Propaganda Team was under the leadership of the Revolutionary Committee in the neighborhood, they were all sent down by the steel rolling mill. Their personnel and power were managed by the mill, and the neighborhood had no control over them. He was the only one who could do anything in the entire neighborhood.

At home, his son was obedient and served him tea and water; outside, all the neighbors feared and respected him.

Now that Director Li has entrusted him with the full authority to lead such a large-scale and high-profile street revolution, Liu Haizhong feels that he has finally made it big and reached the pinnacle of his life.

He took a sip of tea, then suddenly frowned: "Where's your mother?"

Liu Guangtian quickly replied, "Dad, you mentioned wanting to eat chicken yesterday, but there wasn't any at the market this morning. My mom just took some things to visit other neighbors and exchange them for chicken."

Liu Haizhong's face darkened: "What time is it? If we wait for her to come back before stewing it, will we even be able to eat it tonight?"

"Yes, yes, yes, there's definitely enough time!" Liu Guangtian quickly reassured her. "After we finish dancing the loyalty dance in the front yard, my mom will be back around the same time, so we won't be late for dinner!"

Liu Haizhong calmed down a bit, brushed the sunflower seed shells off his hands, stood up and ordered, "Let's go to the front yard."