Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"I, Xu Damao, am a eunuch who doesn't even have a child!"

"I even spend money to hire those kinds of filthy women!"

Standing outside the iron gate of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, Qin Jingru felt as if those words were a barbed whip lashing her eardrums.

Her mind went blank, as if she had been hit on the head with a blunt object.

The old cloth bag in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," spilling out the two changes of clothes inside.

"No...this can't be true...Brother Da Mao said he has two big brick houses, and a three-wheeled watch and a radio..."

Qin Jingru's face turned deathly pale, and her lips trembled.

She shook her head frantically, trying to shake the unbearable sounds of self-destruction out of her mind.

However, the unrestrained laughter of the workers passing by on their way home from get off work shattered her pitiful illusions like a knife.

"This Xu Damao is a real oddball. He dares to broadcast such a shameful thing over a loudspeaker. I've never seen anything like it before!"

"Bah! A big brick house, my foot! His ex-wife, Lou Xiao'e, took it back long ago! Now he sweeps toilets, lives in a woodshed, and is a penniless wretch!"

Qin Jingru felt dizzy as she listened to these discussions.

Eunuch? Penniless? Toilet cleaner?

She was overjoyed, thinking she could finally live the life of a wealthy city lady, enjoying all the good food and drink.

As it turns out, the person she longed to marry was a pervert who had nothing and wasn't even a man!

"You big liar... Xu Damao, you big liar!"

Qin Jingru cried out in despair, her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold snow.

Tears welled up like a burst dam.

At this moment, at the Hongxing Police Station.

Director Zhou Jianguo was sitting at the interrogation table, his face stern.

On the table lay a thick transcript, a detailed record of Xu Damao's "sudden explosion with a loudspeaker," which had just been handed over by the security department.

"Xu Damao".

Zhou Jianguo coldly looked at Xu Damao, who was handcuffed to a chair and lay there like a lump of mud.

"Given your crimes, which you 'personally confessed' on the steel mill's public address system in front of tens of thousands of people."

"Extorting supplies from the commune's residents, the amount of which was enormous."

"Reselling national movie tickets for personal gain."

"And what you just confessed to, about engaging in illegal prostitution for a long time..."

Every time Zhou Jianguo read out a charge, Xu Damao's body would tremble violently.

"Director Zhou...I'm innocent!"

Xu Damao cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"That's not what I wanted to say! Someone has cast a spell on me! My mouth is out of control!"

"Shut up!"

Zhou Jianguo shouted and slammed his hand on the table.

"You still dare to promote feudal superstition here! The security department has already sent people to verify the evidence against you."

"The captain of the Red Star Commune, and your subordinates who resold movie tickets, have both identified you!"

"The evidence is irrefutable; do you still want to deny it?!"

Zhou Jianguo stood up, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Given your numerous crimes and extremely negative social impact."

"As of today, you are officially under arrest!"

"You'd better prepare to spend the rest of your life reflecting on your actions inside!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao's eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.

The next morning.

Hongxing Courtyard in Nanluoguxiang.

A cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, blew against people's faces.

The entrance to the courtyard house was unusually lively today.

A three-wheeled motorcycle with a sidecar was parked outside the gate, and several security officers were busy at work.

"Throw all this junk out!"

The leading officer gave orders without any mercy.

All I could see was a tattered bedding roll, a few patched clothes, and a broken enamel mug with a chipped rim.

It was dragged out of the woodshed in the backyard like trash and thrown directly onto the snow at the entrance of the alley.

Followed by.

The officers, carrying two seals stamped with the official seal, walked to the drafty little woodshed.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two seals were pasted across the broken wooden door, completely sealing off the last trace of Xu Damao in this compound.

"This is truly gratifying!"

Among the neighbors who were watching the commotion, someone shouted out first.

"That bastard Xu Damao, he always flaunts his position as a projectionist in front of us."

"Exactly! He's always up to no good, scheming against others; now he's getting his comeuppance!"

"Serves him right! This kind of scum should have been kicked out of our courtyard house long ago!"

The neighbors pointed at the junk on the ground, making no attempt to hide their disgust and glee.

Even Yan Bugui, who was usually the most calculating, stood in the crowd, adjusting his glasses and shaking his head repeatedly, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Just then.

"Beep—Ura ura!"

The sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

An old-fashioned police car slowly drove into the alley and stopped at the gate of the courtyard house.

The car door opened, and two police officers escorted Xu Damao, who was wearing handcuffs, out of the car.

Xu Damao was no longer the arrogant man he used to be.

His hair was like a bird's nest, his face was as pale as paper, his beard was unkempt, and his eyes were empty and unfocused.

Like a soulless walking corpse.

He originally wanted to ask the police to take him back to the compound to get some warm clothes.

But when he saw the pile of bedding rolls discarded like garbage at the entrance of the alley, and the woodshed sealed off, he was shocked.

Xu Damao's legs went weak, and he knelt down in the snow.

"It's over... I have nothing left..."

He muttered to himself in despair.

Amidst the undisguised laughter and disdain of the neighbors.

Xu Damao was dragged into a police car by the police like a dead dog.

The police car roared to life and sped away.

This is the end.

One of the most notorious scourges in the courtyard house is Xu Damao, a selfish and wicked man.

It was completely and cleanly eliminated.

The air in the courtyard seemed to become much fresher at that moment.

Qin Jingru hid behind a large tree at the corner of the alley.

She watched as Xu Damao was led into a police car like a dead dog.

Looking at his pile of tattered luggage that had been thrown away as trash.

She covered her mouth, trying her best to hold back her tears.

That vain dream of living in the city has now shattered into dust.

With trembling hands, she picked up the old cloth bag that had fallen into the snow.

She turned around, wiping away her tears, and walked towards the train station without looking back.

She didn't want to stay in this horrible city for another second.

At this time.

Outside the door of the east wing in the front yard.

Zhang Huaimin, wearing a clean blue cotton-padded jacket, stood quietly on the steps with his hands behind his back.

He watched the police car drive away, his deep eyes remaining completely still.

Xu Damao's arrest was just a minor incident in his cleanup of the compound.

Zhang Huaimin slowly turned his head.

His gaze passed over the central courtyard and over the moon gate in the backyard.

It landed in Xu Damao's woodshed, which was sealed off, and on the large, somewhat abandoned open space next to it due to years of disrepair.