Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The ice cream slid down his throat, making Yan Bugui shiver from the cold.

My teeth are so sour they're practically falling apart.

As the two men in black trench coats entered the central courtyard, Yan Bugui shrank back.

This courtyard is truly haunted now; all sorts of evil spirits and monsters are flocking in.

He dared not meddle, so he quickly pulled the three aunts along and slunk back to his own home.

The front yard, the Yan family's house.

The room was as cold as an icebox, and your breath turned to frost.

To conserve coal, the coal briquettes in the stove were sealed tightly, leaving only a faint red glow, which was completely useless.

"Ugh—I can't live like this anymore!"

Yan Bugui tucked his hands into his sleeves and paced back and forth in the room, his toes almost numb from the cold.

Through the cracks in the window covered with newspaper.

He looked at the half-open door of the east wing across the street.

Even from across the courtyard, he could vividly imagine the comforting warmth of that sweltering heat.

"Honey, can you smell that? That little rascal hasn't even lit the stove in his room, has he?"

Yan Bugui sniffed, his eyes filled with greed and envy.

"There was no smell of smoke, but the warmth was just like it was in the middle of summer!"

The three women were also shivering from the cold, huddled together. "Who knows what kind of magic they used? Anyway, we won't be able to enjoy this blessing."

"That's not necessarily true!"

Yan Bugui's shrewd and calculating mind started working at lightning speed again.

He used to be afraid of Zhang Huaimin.

But after he kowtowed and admitted his mistake last time, and even gave me a box of tea.

He felt that his relationship with Zhang Huaimin had improved considerably, and he even had the illusion of a "friendship despite the age gap".

not to mention.

Zhang Huaimin just offered him ice cream! Although he was freezing, it was still a token of his appreciation, wasn't it?

"Kids will be bored if they're alone in the house."

Yan Bugui stroked the sparse stubble on his chin, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"I am, after all, a teacher, and I have plenty of knowledge."

"I took a book over and said I'd tell him a story to help him understand and learn something new."

"By the way...hehe, I'll go to his greenhouse to soak up some of the heat and warm up my old, cold legs."

"This is called 'resource sharing,' so it doesn't count as taking advantage of the country, right?"

Yan Bugui thought about it more and more and felt that the idea was brilliant.

This is a fantastic opportunity to enjoy heating without spending a single penny on coal!

Just do it.

Yan Bugui pulled out a dusty comic book of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" from a tattered bookshelf in the corner.

He found a large tea mug with a chipped enamel, intending to go to the east wing to get some hot water.

"Old man, don't go causing trouble! Those soldiers aren't pushovers!" the third aunt called out worriedly from behind.

"What do women know! I'm going there for cultural exchange!"

Yan Bugui waved his hand impatiently, pushed open the door with an air of self-righteousness, and swaggered towards the east wing.

The entrance to the east wing.

Zhang Huaimin patted his stomach contentedly as he finished the last bite of his ice cream.

He saw Yan Bugui carrying a teacup, a book tucked under his arm, and walking over with a fawning smile. He immediately understood what was going on.

"That old miser, the abacus beads are practically flying into my face."

Zhang Huaimin chuckled inwardly, took a half step back, and leaned against the door frame, ready to watch the show.

"Huaimin, your third uncle has come to see you!"

Yan Bugui stopped three meters away from the gate, outside the red warning line.

Looking at Chen Bing, who stood at the door like an iron tower with an expressionless face, he still felt a little uneasy.

But when he thought of the constant temperature of over 20 degrees Celsius inside the room, he immediately felt more confident.

"Huaimin, it must be so stuffy for you to be all alone in the house on such a snowy day."

Yan Bugui waved the comic book in his hand, smiling like an old chrysanthemum.

"The Third Uncle specially brought a book to tell you the story of the Oath of the Peach Garden, to help you get a basic understanding of culture."

"By the way, let me also check if your underfloor heating system is safe. I know a bit about physics."

Yan Bugui's words were spoken in a very grand and righteous manner.

It was as if his coming to use the heating was a huge favor to Zhang Huaimin.

After he finished speaking, he even took a small step forward, his shoe tip barely touching the red warning line.

"Captain Chen, you see, I'm Huai Min's elder, and I'm going there to provide cultural education. Could you please make an exception?"

Yan Bugui smiled ingratiatingly at Chen Bing, trying to deceive him.

however.

Chen Bing didn't even glance at him.

Those cold, murderous eyes were fixed on Yan Bugui's shoe tip, which was pressing against the red line.

"Back off."

Chen Bing's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible metallic quality.

Yan Bugui was taken aback, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Captain Chen, I already said I was going to give a lecture, this..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Bing has made his move!

Their movements were as fast as lightning, giving Yan Bugui no time to react at all!

Chen Bing suddenly took a step forward, like a tiger descending a mountain.

That calloused, strong hand, like an iron clamp, grabbed the back of Yan Bugui's tattered cotton overcoat by the collar!

"Ouch! What are you doing! Let go!"

Yan Bugui screamed in terror, like a chick whose neck had been squeezed.

His thin, over 100-pound body felt as light as a feather in Chen Bing's hands.

Chen Bing didn't waste any words.

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted Yan Bugui off the ground!

then.

It's like throwing away a bag of moldy garbage.

Without any mercy, it was hurled hard into a snowdrift a few meters away!

"thump!"

"Splash—"

Yan Bugui danced wildly in mid-air, sending the broken teacup and comic book flying far away.

He crashed heavily into the snow, falling face-first into the mud.

His lower back snapped open with a "crack," and the pain brought tears to his eyes.

"How dare you, a soldier, hit me! I'm a teacher!"

Yan Bugui lay on the snow, angrily pointing at Chen Bing and cursing.

Just as he was preparing to adopt the demeanor of a teacher and teach this "roughneck" a lesson.

"Click!"

A sharp, chilling metallic sound suddenly rang out in the cold wind.

Chen Bing picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle with one hand.

With practiced ease, he pushed the safety off with his thumb, and the bullet was chambered instantly!

The dark muzzle of the gun, without the slightest tremor, was pointed directly at Yan Bugui, who was still shouting in the snow.

"Look carefully at the line beneath your feet!"

Chen Bing's voice was like ice shards in the dead of winter, freezing Yan Bugui's soul.

"This is a top-secret military restricted area!"

"No pass, no order from the commander!"

"No one is allowed to cross the cordon!"

Chen Bing paused, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Military restricted area. Trespassers will be killed!"

"Next time, I won't throw you, I'll throw a bullet!"

boom!

These words, combined with the oppressive feeling of real guns and bullets, conveyed a powerful sense of urgency.

This instantly shattered Yan Bugui's pitiful pride and calculations.

He then suddenly woke up with a start.

The man in front of me is not a good-tempered security guard.

These are special forces assassins protecting national treasures!

The fact that they didn't fire directly just now was already out of consideration for his old bones!

"I...I'm not going to...I'm not going..."

Yan Bugui was so frightened that his face turned ashen, and he scrambled to his feet from the snow.

They didn't even bother to pick up the comic book and teacup that had fallen nearby.

Like a stray dog, clutching its sore backside, it stumbled and fled back home.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Watching Yan Bugui's disheveled escape.

Zhang Huaimin leaned against the door frame and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Brother Chen, that old miser will probably behave himself for ten days to half a month now."

Dealing with this kind of shameless scoundrel who loves to take advantage.

Reasoning with them is useless; only this kind of simple and brutal physical expulsion and death threat can leave a lasting impression.

Other neighbors in the compound who were secretly observing.

Seeing Yan Bugui being thrown out like trash, with a gun pointed at his head, was heartbreaking.

They were all so frightened that they shrank back, not daring to even breathe.

This east wing of the front yard is truly a den of dragons and tigers!

Anyone who dares to have any crooked ideas is really asking for trouble.

Zhang Huaimin stretched and was about to close the door and go back inside.

Sudden.

His hearing, enhanced by "super sonic radar," picked up an extremely subtle yet somewhat unusual conversation.

The sound came from Sha Zhu's room in the middle courtyard.

"Mr. Silly Zhu, if you could just help me put this little thing in the child's room in the front yard..."

A male voice speaking broken Chinese with a foreign accent rang out clearly on the radar.

Zhang Huaimin's eyes narrowed, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"They've finally arrived?"

at this time.

The home of Sha Zhu, a resident of the Intermediate People's Court.

Sha Zhu frowned as he looked at the foreign man with blond hair and blue eyes sitting opposite him, who was wearing a black trench coat.

The man named Paul Smith.

He was slowly and deliberately taking it out of the black leather handbag.

He pulled out a thick wad of green US dollars with Franklin's portrait on it!