Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The biting wind whipped around the newly posted posters on the street, making a rustling sound.

The sky over Beijing grew increasingly gloomy, carrying an oppressive atmosphere as if a storm was brewing.

This nationwide frenzy finally reached the high walls of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

In this storm of chaos and fervor.

Some people are trembling with fear, while others feel as if they are walking on thin ice.

Some people, like hyenas that have smelled blood, have fallen into extreme madness.

Next to the dry toilet at the westernmost part of the steel rolling mill.

A nauseating stench has lingered here year-round.

Liu Haizhong was wearing a faded work uniform covered in unknown stains.

He was squatting by the latrine, holding a worn-out toilet brush in his hand.

His two-hundred-plus pounds of fat had shrunk considerably from months of shoveling manure, but he exuded a sinister and venomous aura.

"Zhang Huaimin... Yang Lixin..."

As he mechanically brushed away the grime, Liu Haizhong squeezed out the two names through his teeth.

Every word carries a deep-seated hatred, a hatred so intense it feels like wanting to devour their flesh alive.

He dreamed of escaping this disgusting cesspool.

He wants to be an official! He wants to trample all those who once trampled on him underfoot!

Just then.

A series of chaotic footsteps, accompanied by slogans from a loudspeaker, came from the main road of the factory area.

Liu Haizhong threw down the brush and poked his head out.

A group of young people wearing red armbands and green military uniforms were seen marching in a grand procession through the factory area.

Leading the group were several leaders of the newly established "Steel Rolling Mill Revolutionary Committee".

Liu Haizhong's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up when he saw those bright red armbands.

It was like a dying person grasping at a straw.

"An opportunity! This is a chance that God has given to my bangs!"

He didn't even wash his hands, ignoring the overwhelming stench emanating from his body.

He took a big, stumbling step and charged towards the group of people.

The next few days.

Liu Haizhong has practically mastered all the flattery and sycophancy skills he's ever learned in his life.

Everything was used to its fullest potential.

He not only took the initiative to report and expose several old technicians who had offended him in the workshop in the past.

They were even described as "hidden class enemies".

With this shameless ruthlessness and willingness to go all out.

Incredibly, Liu Haizhong managed to climb the social ladder and become the confidant of a deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee amidst the chaos!

Although he failed to rise to a high-ranking position because of his previous misdeeds of "washing the latrine upside down".

But he still got his wish and became the "squad leader of the picket team" under the factory's Revolutionary Committee!

For Liu Haizhong.

With just this little bit of power in his hands, he could turn the world upside down!

The disciplinary team's office.

This office, which used to be the workshop director's office, is now occupied by this group of people wearing red armbands.

The room was filled with smoke, and several thugs with dyed yellow hair and a sleazy look were sitting on the desk smoking.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Liu Haizhong walked in with his head held high and chest puffed out.

He specially got a brand new green military uniform today.

Although the size is clearly one size too small.

The tight straps made the fat on his stomach bulge outwards layer by layer, like dough rising from a bubble.

Even the buttons are about to pop open.

But he didn't care at all, and even thought it was a symbol of power.

On his left arm was a bright red armband with the words "Disciplinary Team Leader" printed in yellow.

With his hands behind his back, Liu Haizhong walked with his signature pigeon-toed gait, as if he were the only one worthy of respect in the world.

Amidst the respectful gazes of several thugs, he swaggered over and sat down in the main seat.

"Captain Liu, you look great today!"

The blond-haired man quickly came over and obsequiously handed over a Daqianmen cigarette.

Liu Haizhong took the cigarette, glanced sideways at the blond-haired man, and exhaled a puff of white smoke from his nostrils.

"Cheer up, all of you!"

He slammed his hand on the table, adopting a distinctly official tone.

"Now is the time for us proletariat to be masters of our own destiny!"

"It's time to clean up those hidden cancers!"

Liu Haizhong narrowed his triangular eyes, and the image of the person he hated day and night flashed into his mind.

Zhang Huaimin!

If it weren't for that five-year-old brat, why would he have to go and endure all that humiliation while carrying manure?

The hatred he had harbored by the latrine for the past few months had grown wildly in his heart like poisonous weeds.

Now, he has power in his bangs! He has a team!

He couldn't wait to get revenge!

It was evening.

Liu Haizhong, wearing that tight green military uniform, swaggered back to the Red Star Courtyard.

As soon as he entered the Intermediate People's Court, he saw Yi Zhonghai washing vegetables by the pool.

Yi Zhonghai is now a second-level worker with a criminal record, and he looks much older.

Most of his hair had turned white, and his back was hunched.

But his eyes still held a hint of resentment.

"Old Yi."

Liu Haizhong walked behind Yi Zhonghai and deliberately raised his voice.

Yi Zhonghai's hand trembled, and he turned around to see Liu Haizhong's attire and the red armband on his arm.

A flicker of barely concealed shock and jealousy flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Old Liu, what... what are you doing...?"

"snort!"

Liu Haizhong sneered and patted the armband on his arm triumphantly.

"I'm now the squad leader of the factory's Revolutionary Committee's picket team!"

He leaned closer to Yi Zhonghai, lowered his voice, and his tone was filled with madness.

"Old Yi, the tide has turned! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Yi Zhonghai looked around, then quickly pulled Liu Haizhong into his room and locked the door.

"Old Liu, what are you trying to do? What about the people in the front yard...?"

Yi Zhonghai pointed towards the east wing, swallowed hard, clearly still harboring a deep fear of Chen Bing and the guards.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Liu Haizhong scoffed dismissively and plopped down in a chair.

"Before, we didn't have any official status! Now we represent the vast majority of workers, peasants, and soldiers!"

"It represents the most advanced revolutionary force!"

Liu Haizhong became more and more excited as he spoke, his chubby face turning bright red, and spittle flying everywhere.

"That Zhang Dashan, that childless son, lives a life of luxury every day. Isn't that typical bourgeois behavior?"

"And all that mystical stuff he's into is just feudal superstition! He's a reactionary academic authority!"

"This time, we'll use the pretext of the Revolutionary Committee searching for 'capitalist remnants' to lead people to ransack his house!"

Liu Haizhong suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with extremely resentful and crazed malice.

"I want to see if those soldiers dare to defy the law in front of the military police!"

"If they dare to take action, they are going against the prevailing environment!"

"At that time, we won't even need to lift a finger; the official documents from above will be enough to suppress them all!"

Yi Zhonghai's heart pounded as he listened to Liu Haizhong's crazy plan.

In his cloudy old eyes, a sinister fire called "revenge" and "seizure of power" gradually ignited.

Yes.

The outside world is in complete chaos.

Even those who were higher-ranking than Director Yang were brought down.

Do you really think a few guards would dare to open fire on a military police squad wearing red armbands at this critical juncture?

If we can really take advantage of the chaos to bring down Zhang Huaimin.

Then this courtyard house will belong to the two of them again!

"Old Liu..."

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"We need to plan this carefully..."

In this dimly lit little house, the two were like two toads plotting in the dark how to overthrow a giant elephant.

They thought they had ushered in a new era of dynastic change.

Little did they know, their tricks were utterly ridiculous.

How foolish and vulnerable they are in the face of absolute power.

Liu Haizhong stood in the center of the room, his rough fingers stroking the bright red armband on his left arm.

The fervor in his eyes gradually turned into a ferocious killing intent.

"You little scoundrel, your good days are over!"

At this time.

In front of the solid wood gate reinforced with diamond powder in the east wing of the front yard.

Chen Bing was wearing a crisp military overcoat.

With his arms crossed, he stood like an unshakeable steel statue.

His hawk-like eyes, cold as iron, peered through the crack in the door.

He coldly stared at the dimly lit room in the Yi family's house in the central courtyard.