Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Inside the dilapidated main room of the Yan family's house, the heat was so intense it felt like the roof could be blown off.

These days, watching TV is the most important thing in the whole hospital, let alone this kind of "divine color TV" that is as thin as paper and has a picture quality that is so clear it's terrifying.

There wasn't even room to put your feet down inside.

The older women sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), while the young men squeezed onto the floor with their stools.

Several half-grown monkeys even climbed onto the windowsill, their faces pressed tightly against the glass, their eyes unblinking.

The three aunties were unusually generous today.

He brewed a large pot of fine tea, served it in a large, coarse porcelain bowl, and handed it out to each of the neighbors to soothe their throats.

"Wow, the colors, the clarity! I can even see the mole on that young woman's face on TV!"

An older woman held a teacup, marveling at it, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Absolutely! This is so much more enjoyable than watching something on a black and white screen at the cinema!"

"Third Uncle, you've really given our director a lot of face this time!"

Yan Bugui stood with his hands behind his back next to the television, like a guardian deity protecting a national treasure.

Hearing these compliments, his old face was full of wrinkles with joy, as if he had created the television himself.

"Hey, what's the big deal!"

Yan Bugui cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice.

"This TV is great, but the most impressive person is the one who made it!"

"That's Zhang Huaimin from our institute, Chairman Zhang! His brain is practically blessed by the state!"

These words instantly made the atmosphere in the room even more lively.

Everyone knows that this television is a product of Zhang Huaimin's company.

But when this cutting-edge technology was actually placed in front of them, it shocked their senses.

Their reverence for Zhang Huaimin has reached a whole new level.

On the television, a recording of last year's Spring Festival Gala was being replayed.

The vibrant colors and festive music made the neighbors in the courtyard feel as if they were there, and bursts of laughter frequently erupted from time to time.

however.

Just as the gala reached its climax.

The screen suddenly flashed, cutting to an emergency news broadcast.

"Dear viewers, we now have a breaking news report!"

The announcer spoke clearly and distinctly, his expression solemn yet excited.

"Future Technology Group, a high-tech private enterprise in my country!"

"At this international semiconductor and home appliance expo, we completely crushed the foreign company alliance led by Japanese capital with our absolute technological advantage!"

"Their independently developed 'carbon-based liquid crystal display technology' and microcomputer products have sparked a global buying frenzy!"

"Within just one week!"

The announcer's voice suddenly rose, revealing a sense of triumphant pride.

Future Technology Group's foreign exchange earnings have exceeded US$100 million, equivalent to over RMB 300 million!

boom!

One hundred million US dollars! Three hundred million RMB!

This astronomical figure was like a bombshell, detonating directly in the main hall of the Yan family's house!

At that moment, all the neighbors in the house...

Massive petrification!

The hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, and the tea spilled without the person even noticing.

His mouth was agape, his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

That was in the early 1980s!

Households with ten thousand yuan are extremely rare.

One hundred million US dollars?

That's a terrifying fortune that you couldn't even scrape together by selling all the courtyard houses in Beijing!

However, the story doesn't end there.

"In recognition of Future Technology Group's outstanding contributions to the nation."

"The 'National Special-Class Gold Medal for Economic and Technological Contribution' is awarded to Comrade Zhang Huaimin, Chairman of Future Technology Group!"

on the screen.

Screen switch.

Eighteen-year-old Zhang Huaimin, dressed in a sharp suit, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, was handsome and tall.

Surrounded by countless flashes of light

He accepted the heavy, gleaming double medal!

That composure, that domineering air of looking down on the world.

Through the ultra-high-definition LCD screen, it strikes the very soul of everyone present!

Dead silence.

The main room of the Yan family was deathly silent for a full half minute.

All that could be heard was thunderous applause coming from the television.

Holy crap!

A furious roar suddenly shattered the silence.

Sha Zhu squeezed into the room at some point.

He looked at the familiar, handsome young man on the screen, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"Huaimin brothers are awesome!!!"

Sha Zhu, with his hoarse voice, clapped wildly like a fanatical fan.

"I told you long ago, my brother Huaimin is the Jade Emperor reincarnated!"

"Look at this! Who dares to disagree? Who dares!"

With Sha Zhu taking the lead, the whole room instantly erupted in excitement!

"My goodness! One hundred million US dollars! How much money is that?!"

"Chairman Zhang has become a living god of wealth!"

"We're actually living in the same courtyard as the God of Wealth? This is incredible luck!"

The neighbors were so excited they were incoherent, and they all stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

The joy of watching TV at this moment completely transformed into a fervent and unwavering adoration for Zhang Huaimin!

at this time.

At the entrance of the east wing.

Zhang Huaimin was still wearing that casual collared sweater, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Leaning against the doorframe, listening to the noise coming from the front yard, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The lively atmosphere of the courtyard can be quite interesting sometimes.

In the middle courtyard, in that dark passageway.

Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu were huddled in the shadows where there were no streetlights.

They were also drawn in by the sound of the television, but they were too ashamed to squeeze into the Yan family's house.

Right now, I'm listening to that astronomical figure being broadcast on the news.

Looking at the crazy, worshipful expressions of the neighbors in the front yard.

Yi Zhonghai's body trembled violently, and his weathered old face turned ashen.

One hundred million US dollars... National top-level commendation...

He ruined his reputation and became a scoundrel by scheming over a few dollars or tens of dollars for his retirement.

Zhang Huaimin, on the other hand, amassed a fortune of hundreds of millions in the blink of an eye and was worshipped by the entire nation!

This is a world of difference, like a chasm.

This gave Yi Zhonghai a deep, suffocating sense of despair and powerlessness.

He didn't even have the energy to be jealous.

Because he knew he wasn't even worthy of being a speck of dust beneath Zhang Huaimin's feet.

Qin Huairu was also pale.

She bit her lip hard until it bled.

She longed to rush out and tell everyone that it was the child she had watched grow up.

But she dare not.

She was afraid of the heavily armed guards and afraid of being drowned in the spittle of her neighbors in the compound.

She could only swallow all the bitterness and acidity silently in the shadows, like a rat hiding in a stinking ditch.

They couldn't even utter a sarcastic remark anymore.

Just as everyone in the institute was immersed in the double shock of technology and wealth.

"Beep—beep—"

Outside the alley.

Suddenly, a very clear car horn sounded, carrying a special aura.

Followed by.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

The three vehicles were entirely black, with a shiny "Flying Goddess" emblem on the front.

A luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom with an extremely rare Hong Kong license plate!

Like three noble and silent steel behemoths.

It slowly drove into Nanluoguxiang and finally came to a steady stop in front of the gate of Hongxing Courtyard.

The car door opened.

Four burly bodyguards in black, wearing sunglasses, quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the rear door of the middle car.

A long, slender, fair leg wearing black high heels stepped down.

Followed by.

A person wearing an expensive white mink coat.

Wearing huge sunglasses and bright red lips.

She is a middle-aged female CEO with an extremely cold and aloof demeanor, exuding an air of nobility, like a queen descending to earth.

Surrounded by bodyguards, he slowly stepped out of the car.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a face that still vaguely showed traces of her former gentleness, but now exuded the sharp aura of a powerful businesswoman.

It was Xu Damao who forced him to leave his hometown back then.

Lou Xiao'e, a Hong Kong tycoon who has now returned with a fortune of hundreds of billions, is a triumphant return!