Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Zhongguancun, Future Science and Technology Building.

A multi-billion dollar financial battle fought without gunfire has come to an end.

In the international capital world, Zhang Huaimin's name has become an untouchable taboo.

The top leader was sitting in Zhang Huaimin's office.

Looking at the terrifying profits on the screen—enough to buy half of Tokyo—he couldn't stop smiling.

"Huaimin, you really gave our country a good dressing down this time!"

The high-ranking leader patted the armrest of the sofa, his voice booming.

"Not only do we have our own chips, but now we also have the lifeline of those heavy industry companies in Japan in our hands!"

"This achievement deserves no reward whatsoever!"

The senior leader paused, his tone becoming gentle and solemn.

"I've discussed it with the people above me."

"Your courtyard house in Nanluoguxiang is quiet, but the security pressure is too great."

"We've specially approved a large villa with a private garden for you near Zhongnanhai."

"The facilities inside are complete, and the guard company will be stationed there directly. You can move in over the next few days."

A big villa?

Near Zhongnanhai?

In the early 1980s, this was a top-level treatment that only those at the vice-state level or above could enjoy!

Anyone else would probably have been so excited that they would have kowtowed in gratitude.

But Zhang Huaimin just smiled and handed the peeled orange to the senior leader.

"Grandpa Leader, I appreciate your kindness."

"However, I'm used to living in my little courtyard, and the underfloor heating is quite comfortable now, so I don't want to go through any more trouble."

Zhang Huaimin took a bite of an orange segment, speaking casually as if he were refusing someone's invitation to dinner.

"Besides, I have a whole yard full of flowers and plants in my backyard."

"Moving it around like this can damage the roots, which is not good."

The top leader was stunned.

Why would someone choose to stay in that dilapidated courtyard house instead of living in a grand villa in Zhongnanhai?

Looking into Zhang Huaimin's clear yet deep eyes, he suddenly understood something.

"The truly wise live in seclusion in the city."

The top leader sighed and didn't press the matter further.

"Alright! Since you like it there, you can live there forever!"

The next morning.

Nanluoguxiang, Hongxing Courtyard.

The winter sun shone brightly, dispelling the gloom of the past few days.

The front gate of the yard.

Yan Bugui was wearing an old, faded Zhongshan suit, with his signature gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

He was holding a large broom and diligently sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door.

He now considers himself a "volunteer gatekeeper" for the courtyard house.

Since Yi Zhonghai was kicked out, Liu Haizhong went to pick up manure, and Xu Damao was arrested.

Although Yan Bugui didn't gain any real power in this courtyard.

But as long as I can hang around in front of Zhang Huaimin, this "living god," every day.

He felt that this was better than anything else!

"Hey, Old Yan, sweeping the floor?"

Grandpa Wang from the next courtyard passed by and greeted me with a smile.

"You sweep the front door so clean every day that it's shinier than your face. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the housekeeper of this place."

Yan Bugui straightened up, adjusted his glasses, and looked proud.

"Brother Wang, you just don't understand!"

He lowered his voice and pointed mysteriously into the courtyard.

"Our courtyard is now a place of great feng shui! You know, auspicious energy is coming from the east!"

"Living with a living god of wealth like our Chairman Zhang, I'm just basking in his good fortune!"

Yan Bugui became more and more smug as he spoke, wishing he could take a loudspeaker and broadcast it throughout the alley.

"Don't let the fact that this is a dilapidated courtyard house fool you."

"Let me tell you, even if you offered me a detached villa in Wangfujing, I, Yan Laoxi, wouldn't even give you a second glance!"

Grandpa Wang pursed his lips, assuming he was just bragging, shook his head, and walked away.

Yan Bugui didn't mind and continued sweeping the floor happily.

At this time.

In the backyard of the east wing.

The "Hundred Herbs Garden" that Zhang Huaimin transformed with his system is still full of life.

In the depths of winter, colorful and exotic flowers and plants bloom in profusion, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Zhang Huaimin lay on a comfortable rattan chair.

With my eyes closed, I enjoyed this rare moment of leisure.

On the small stove next to it, a top-grade Da Hong Pao tea was bubbling away in a purple clay teapot.

The aroma of tea mixed with the fragrance of flowers makes one feel as if they are in a fairyland.

This is a tranquil and peaceful scene.

No one can reconcile him with the person who can manipulate the financial markets at will.

The ruthless financial giants who devoured billions of dollars overnight and drove international oligarchs mad have joined forces.

Just as Zhang Huaimin was dozing off.

A commotion came from the front yard.

"Oh my goodness! Gentlemen, what's going on here...?"

Yan Bugui's hoarse voice rang out from outside the door, carrying a hint of fear and ingratiation.

Zhang Huaimin opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

Chen Bing had already walked quickly to the backyard, his expression somewhat strange.

"Huaimin, leaders from the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau and the Housing Management Bureau have arrived."

"The Cultural Relics Bureau?" Zhang Huaimin sat up, somewhat surprised.

He walked out of the backyard.

Several cadres dressed in Zhongshan suits and carrying briefcases were standing at the door of the east wing.

The leader in the group was holding a red-headed document stamped with a large red seal.

Upon seeing Zhang Huaimin, the leader quickly jogged a few steps and respectfully handed over the documents with both hands.

"Chairman Zhang! I'm sorry to disturb your rest!"

The leader had a wide smile on his face, and his tone was full of obsequiousness.

"This is an urgent approval document that just came from above, and I brought it to you personally."

Zhang Huaimin took the document and glanced at it.

Immediately, the corner of his mouth twitched twice.

The contents of this document are simply laughable.

[Decision on designating the east wing of the Hongxing Courtyard in Nanluoguxiang as a "National Class-A Historical and Cultural Building"]!

The document, full of classical allusions, describes this ordinary side room from the Qing Dynasty.

It has been touted as "the cradle of China's technological revival" and "the birthplace of the new era's industrial revolution."

And it is clearly stipulated.

The entire Hongxing Courtyard will be permanently preserved in its current state, and no one may demolish or renovate it for any reason!

And the remaining residents in the courtyard.

This includes Yan Bugui, Sha Zhu, and several invisible people in the backyard.

All of them have been officially appointed as "Volunteer Caretakers of Special Grade Protected Buildings"!

Enjoy special government allowances and subsidies!

Zhang Huaimin looked at the document and understood it perfectly.

This must be the work of the top leader.

Since he was unwilling to move to Zhongnanhai, the higher-ups simply elevated his dilapidated courtyard to the same level of protection as the Forbidden City!

This is how a country treats its true national treasures.

Domineering and extremely protective of his own!

"Oh my God!"

Yan Bugui stood to the side, craning his neck to peek.

When he saw the words "Special Protection" and "Special Allowance" on the document.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the steps.

Tears streamed down his face, and he trembled with emotion. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Zhang Huaimin.

"Our ancestors! Our living ancestors!"

"My Yan family must have accumulated eight generations of good karma to be able to receive such boundless imperial favor from you!"

Yan Bugui knew.

With this document.

From now on, even if the mayor comes, he won't be able to drive them out of this courtyard even a step!

They are just ordinary people.

They actually managed to rely on Zhang Huaimin's powerful connections.

They became a "privileged class" that even demolition teams had to avoid!

Zhang Huaimin looked at the excited Yan Bugui and shook his head helplessly.

He casually handed the document to Chen Bing.

"Please thank the leaders for me."

He lay back down in the wicker chair, picked up the cup of hot tea, and took a small sip.

Whether it's the fierce battles in the outside world or the turbulent waves in the capital market.

In this small courtyard house.

Zhang Huaimin just wanted to be a quiet bystander watching the show.

however.

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

Just as Zhang Huaimin was about to continue enjoying the afternoon sun.

Chen Bing's walkie-talkie suddenly rang urgently.

Chen Bing answered the call for a few minutes, and his face instantly turned extremely gloomy.

He walked quickly to Zhang Huaimin's side.

"Huaimin".

Chen Bing's voice was very low, carrying a hint of barely concealed murderous intent.

"The subordinate reports."

"That madman, Ichiro Sato."

"Someone actually showed up at the entrance of our Future Technology Building!"

"They were protesting in the street with gasoline cans strapped to their bodies and holding up a white banner!"