Chapter 1095: Shattering delusions, ranking in the immortal class

"He engages in the Youth Club, we engage in the Big Brother Club! Don't believe we can't beat him!"

The Big Brother of Jiaodaokou frowned, and his little brother Li Heping gave an idea.

Now there was more than just three idle ruffians sitting in one room.

"You really thought of it!"

Yan Shengli glanced at Li Heping and said: "You think this club or that club is the meeting we have? You can set it up if you say so. You need this!"

He stretched out his finger and rubbed it, reminding: "If you don't have silver, you still want to engage in a club? Who will play with you? Just this? Hehe—"

"What's wrong with this? The conditions here aren't bad either!" Li Heping said unconvinced: "This place used to be a club, it's just right!"

Yan Shengli was too lazy to pay attention to him, looked at the frowning Zhang Jianguo and said: "People have money to engage in relationship networks. We aren't mixing for that bowl of rice, so there's no need to go against the fire, but Li Yuanchao's group."

His eyebrows moved, observing Zhang Jianguo's expression, and then said: "Arrogance is of course arrogance, but people also have this capital."

"What capital? Just that broken motorcycle?" Li Heping curled his lips: "I'll go touch it tonight, see how he shows off!"

"Don't mess around. We aren't Buddhas, don't break the rules of the road."

Zhang Jianguo finally spoke. He took a puff of cigarette and said: "I don't care about the motorcycle. I just feel that he has been shouting happily recently, and there is a kind of temperament that deserves a beating."

"Showing off, they are all like this." Li Kuiyong flicked the cigarette butt in his hand and said: "Well water doesn't offend river water, no need to compete with them."

"Is this competing?" Zhang Jianguo raised his eyebrows: "If I pull out his stake, then shouldn't it be my turn to show off?"

"Damn! Do him!" Li Heping stood up with a bang and said: "I can't stand this kind of person showing off. I've wanted to fork him for a long time."

His father was also blind, and his heart was blind. How could he give his son such a name, and still call him Peace!

He was the kind of person who would ignite as soon as he touched fire. Among this group of people, he was the most active in fighting.

Li Kuiyong belonged to the hutong force, and he also fought out feelings with these people, so he gathered together to play. Usually, they didn't gather much.

However, Zhang Jianguo was generous, but whenever there was a gathering, he would think of calling him.

So when it was time to really move, there was no need for Zhang Jianguo to say anything; he would definitely make a move.

He had practiced some boxing and kicking since he was a child, and now he had become a tough guy who could be counted on in Zhang Jianguo's group. He really dared to move his hands without saying much.

"How does that sentence go?"

Zhang Jianguo's power had expanded recently, and his ambition had also expanded. He raised his eyebrows and asked: "Sharpening the knife doesn't delay the woodcutter, is that how it's said?"

He shook his chin and said: "This matter is not urgent. First, touch Li Yuanchao's bottom clearly for me. After I finish cleaning up Li Sida, the next target is him!"

"Jianguo, you should still consider it carefully." Li Kuiyong advised him: "Li Yuanchao is different from those people like Li Sida..."

"How is it different? Does he have three heads and six arms?" Li Heping clamored: "I don't believe he won't bleed if I stab him with a knife!"

Hearing him say this, Zhang Jianguo looked at him with no good eyes again. Li Kuiyong stood up and said: "Fine! Peace, how do you talk? Kuiyong is a brother. Are you cramping?"

"Hey—Peace, how do you talk? Kuiyong is a brother. Are you cramping?"

Zhang Jianguo suppressed Li Heping and reached out to pull Li Kuiyong, saying: "You helped me that time at Da Zhi Bridge Wang Dahai, so I recognize you as a brother. Everyone came together, just saying some idle words, don't take it to heart."

"I'm talking seriously." Li Kuiyong looked at him and said: "You want to integrate Remote, Li Zhanyuan and these people, that's our internal contradiction. You can play however you want. That's your awesomeness!"

"But! You moving Li Yuanchao belongs to hard-knocking with the old soldiers."

He reminded: "To settle the outside, one must first settle the inside. By then, the ruffians haven't stabilized yet, and there are foreign enemies. Can you really withstand the pincer attack from both sides?"

"And don't say I, Li Kuiyong, am a coward. I'll put these words here today!"

Li Kuiyong pointed his finger at the ground and said: "As long as you, Zhang Jianguo, have something, no need for you to say anything, I, Li Kuiyong, will definitely accompany you through mountains of knives and seas of fire."

"Hey! Not to that extent. What kind of friendship do we have?" Zhang Jianguo put his arm around his shoulder and said: "Of course I trust you, otherwise I wouldn't have said this in front of you, right?"

Being able to mix into the position of the leader of Xinjiekou, Zhang Jianguo naturally had some ability to win people's hearts, and he had quite a few brothers behind him.

Of course, the people sitting in the room were his main force. If you really want to code people, you have to give him some time. If you catch up with the time, pulling out some people is not a problem.

There aren't that many bad guys in the hutong. It's nothing more than young people liking excitement, and there's also a bit of a rush. Most of them are just little playfulness.

There are honest ones, either helping at home or finding work for themselves. Those are the old withered ones in the mouths of young people, or called old withered.

But as long as there is a bit of heroic spirit and youthful hot blood, they all have to pay a greeting to the hutong big brother. If there is something, they have to send people, and if they have something themselves, they can ask for help to pull people to strengthen their prestige.

Actually, there aren't that many bad guys in the hutong. It's nothing more than young people liking excitement, and there's also a bit of a rush. Most of them are just little playfulness.

There are only a few thorns who really move their hands. They generally stand in front of the team, and they are the ones who move their hands.

You wait for the ones behind to move their hands. Good guy, that will take until the year of the monkey.

Readers who have fought group fights when they were young know that no matter how many people are in your group fight, the real collision is just those few people.

How long do you think you can fight?

If someone wants to brag to you, saying he fought for two hours, you go up and give him a slap, he definitely won't dare to fight back.

Fighting isn't calculated by the hour. Ancient wars weren't calculated by the hour either. Do you think children fighting still need to set up a formation?

Three minutes is considered long. You say I'm a newcomer to the rivers and lakes and want to stand out. Good, the position of the first shot is given to you, but you have to stand firm.

Why? Because you have to face not only the fists and feet of the opposite side, but also the beating from behind.

Someone asked, I'm the first bird, I go to beat the opposite side, who dares to beat me behind?

It's those people who call you brothers. Actually, they don't want to beat you either. Adrenaline surges, the brain buzzes, and they have to throw a punch.

They squeeze forward. If they can't squeeze up, isn't it just random punching? It's so chaotic, who knows who is who.

So fighting is random punching. After fighting, review: I threw a punch and hit someone, I threw a kick and kicked someone, I received an electric cannon, etc.

There are also times when reviewing, they find they were beaten by their own people. That's when there's fun.

So don't be afraid when you see fighting. Just stare at those few standing in front of the opposite side, strike quickly, and it will end when you see red.

As long as you stand and don't fall, you are definitely the winner. But if you fall, then it's finished. I don't know how many flying kicks will kick you.

Why else would Zhang Jianguo pull Li Kuiyong and not let go? This reckless man has a lot of strength. As long as he stands by his side, he is definitely a living Dian Wei!

As long as the people in front don't fall, the people behind dare to rush forward. As long as someone dares to follow and rush forward, then this game is stable.

What did Zhang Jianguo rely on to sweep Xinjiekou?

That must be standing firm in fighting, resolutely not falling, even if the head is hit by a club, it cannot fall.

"I'm thinking that after cleaning up Li Sida, Dongsi will be our territory."

Zhang Jianguo patted his shoulder and said: "Saying well water doesn't offend river water, actually sooner or later we will bump into each other. Strike first to gain the upper hand!"

"My suggestion is to clean up the ruffians first, then you raise your arms and shout, and this matter will be done."

Li Kuiyong tilted his head and said: "Of course, I haven't read a few years of books, and I don't understand any planning, just this idea."

"I understand, I understand, I understand what you mean, brother." Zhang Jianguo nodded and said: "I will think carefully about how to handle this matter."

"I still have to say one more sentence regarding the Dongfeng Club matter." Li Kuiyong reminded: "You should still remember the Little Bastard, and also remember how many people died last winter."

"Jiaodaokou, I won't go."

Zhang Jianguo understood and said: "Including the club in Dongsi Shitiao, I won't touch the edge. I know I can't beat Li Erbala."

"No, my meaning is you can consider it." Li Kuiyong paused and said: "The road the Little Bastard walked out, you, Zhang Jianguo, can also walk, and maybe walk even better than him."

"Hehe—brother, I understand. You want me to learn from Song Jiang, right?"

He waved his hand, stopped what Li Kuiyong wanted to say, and nodded: "I know the metaphor is a bit inappropriate, but the meaning is this meaning."

"Listen to me, brother. The Little Bastard washed his hands in a golden basin and went to Steel City. He told me about the vast sky outside personally. I envy it."

"But! There is still a group of brothers here." Zhang Jianguo raised his eyebrows: "I am not the Little Bastard, throwing away my brothers and leaving."

He shook his head slightly and said: "He told me that it's impossible to take everyone away, and that side isn't a nursing home either. Whoever accepts, still has to sell their life. I just want to sell my life at the doorstep, understand?"

"I will definitely do those old soldiers!"

Zhang Jianguo said fiercely: "In the capital, it is absolutely not allowed for anyone more awesome than me, Zhang Jianguo, to exist. Whoever comes, it won't work!"

Li Kuiyong looked at him, sighed and nodded: "Then let's do it like this. If you have something, hang a sound, I, Li Kuiyong, will definitely arrive."

After speaking, he turned and left cleanly.

Zhang Jianguo stood there looking at the departing back in the courtyard, his face uncertain.

His ambition was exactly what expanded when the old soldiers' momentum dissipated and the ruffians sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain. Now someone wants to poke his dream, you say he can be willing?

Li Kuiyong, who was walking, was also thinking in his heart that Zhang Jianguo was only reckless before, had a brain, but now the other side's brain was full of wishful thinking.

Ambition can empty a person's IQ, stuff in some feces, and let this person use feces to think about problems, and the things done are all as terrible as shit.

Li Kuiyong naturally wanted to leave. Listening too much is all debt, he couldn't finish paying it.

Helping the other side fight is paying back favors, reducing once each time. As long as one day he feels it's paid off, he doesn't need to help anymore.

That time his mother was sick, the other side paid the medical expenses. This favor must be paid back.

But he also saw clearly that Zhang Jianguo was courting death. Now he even dared to secretly compete with the Dongfeng Club. You say he isn't looking for death.

He had a good friendship with the Little Bastard before. When Zhao Lao Si and others entered that mansion, they invited him, but he was relatively stubborn, didn't want to be restrained, and didn't want to serve the powerful.

It can be considered the pride unique to young people. Now thinking about it, he really regrets it.

Look at Zhao Lao Si's ease, look at the Little Bastard fighting for a future in Steel City. They were all brothers who mixed in the street together, now...

Now even if he was called, he wouldn't be embarrassed to go. The better the brothers mixed, the more he didn't dare to get close, as if he wanted to take advantage of others. He couldn't do this.

However, there was one thing he understood very clearly: the people in that mansion were not to be provoked.

No need for others to tell him, just listening to the nickname is clear. People on the street outside might not understand, but in Jiaodaokou, who doesn't know Li Erbala.

This nickname was only had after the other side returned. Before, he was also mixing for a living on the street.

At that time, the Little Bastard was slapped on the side of Houhai, and he stood on the side, not daring to act rashly at all, with a big 54 stuck on his waist.

Beat you, so what?

At that time, even the Little Bastard didn't dare to say anything after being beaten, and didn't dare to go to Jiaodaokou for such a long time. The other side's deterrent power was just that big.

Now? Now it's the same. No one dares to mess around in Jiaodaokou. Are they afraid that the souls in the West Shooting Range aren't enough? Throwing themselves into the muzzle to make up the head count?

This Zhang Jianguo already has a way to die. Like the Little Bastard, he is courting death. Who will give Zhang Jianguo a way to live?

After Zhang Jianguo integrated the ruffians, he would inevitably have a bill to settle with the old soldiers. By then, it might be time to set the universe of this capital.

Li Xuewu spent Sunday very leisurely. He wandered around the club in the morning, finished the things at hand, and chatted with Huang Gan and the others for a while.

Because the management authority of the club had been handed over to the Management Office, even the membership review work was handled by the Management Office, so they were free.

Huang Gan had run to Chadian several times, always busy with the farm.

This kid was considered to have found the way, walking far along Li Xuewu's thinking, planning one project after another for that side.

Those people at Chadian Farm were also exquisite hearts, knowing his father was the one in charge of hats, so they naturally cooperated with his layout.

They were so poor, where else could they lose money.

And the First Supervision Office could make money to renovate the environment of the supervision office, why couldn't they make money.

With the point-to-point assistance of the First Supervision Office, each project began to open up. The logs transported from the Northeast began to be processed, prepared, and processed by machines.

Automotive parts supply chain orders had been placed, the shipbuilding factory also had orders, plus the bulk furniture processing business that was about to be carried out, they were really busy.

The printing factory and paper factory belonged to industries that produced and profited immediately. As long as the machines started and the technology passed, it was like printing money.

All paper, printed matter, and furniture didn't need them to manage, just waiting to share the money, relaxed and free.

The money from selling paper was used to repair pigsties and livestock pens, and they raised chickens, ducks, and geese around the marshland, truly following Li Xuewu's words to engage in ecological agricultural breeding.

This thing was really not worried about selling at this time. It could be sold to others without supplying Red Star Factory. As long as it was planted well, there was no fear of losing money.

The leaders of Chadian were quite open. Through Huang Gan's message, they wanted to invite him to dinner, not in Tianjin, but in the capital, making it convenient for him.

Li Xuewu didn't respond. It was originally helping Huang Gan say a few words. If he really ate the other side's meal, the relationship would be unclear by then.

He was him, the recycling station was a small collective, and the First Supervision Office and Chadian Farm were proper government offices.

It was okay to have a private friendship, but it really wasn't a good thing to gather together under the banner of the unit.

Even if he chatted with Huang Gan, Li Xuewu did it when playing at the club. He easily didn't speak when going to the First Supervision Office.

Huang Gan actually knew this point, so when the club expanded recruitment this year, he introduced quite a few people to join.

If you say they all came to exercise, that's impossible. Who has so much leisure time every day.

But if you say they all came to make connections, it's not very absolute. After all, everyone is in this position, there is no such thing as lack of confidence.

It was also because Li Xuewu didn't agree to his gathering that Huang Gan knew he didn't want to get involved in this Chadian matter, so he didn't say much more.

It was said that he and his wife Su Youfang wanted to go to his home to sit for a while and see the children.

This is a private friendship. Friends, after all, when the other side has a child, if people don't entertain, you always have to find a time to sit.

He was much older than Li Xuewu. The child grew up and had to call him uncle. This joy money couldn't be less, otherwise it wouldn't look good.

Li Xuewu didn't refuse, but said Gu Ning's working time, making it convenient for them to come over.

They weren't strangers, they were good friends for more than a year. Not saying they shared weal and woe, but they were brothers who shared blessings.

Mainly because their personalities were compatible, and they both had a set of ways of doing things, and their values were mutually recognized.

"You are sticky with me, don't tell me you are about to be transferred?"

Li Xuewu saw Huang Gan still following him in the parking lot, raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Or is there something you want to say?"

"No, what could I have."

Huang Gan laughed: "The First Supervision Office has just been set up. Whoever dares to transfer me away is my enemy. It's too late to beat him."

"Then get it—let's do it like this, I have to go home to see the children."

Li Xuewu heard him say this and decisively got in the car and left. Han Jiankun stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out of the club gate, leaving Huang Gan to scold the street.

"Damn! Careless, why was I polite to him!"

Huang Gan watched the car disappear, stomped his foot regretfully. It wasn't easy to catch Li Xuewu's shadow now. He had laid so much groundwork today, he should have opened his mouth and said it directly.

"What's wrong? Smoking evil wind?" Pei Seeing Pei Pei came out from the billiard room side, walked over and looked at him, curling her lips: "What are you stomping your feet for?"

"Sigh—I wanted to ask him to get a set of houses. He definitely has surplus in his hands."

Huang Gan scratched his chin and said: "It's a pity. I still wanted to be polite to him, waiting for him to ask me. I didn't expect it!"

"Heh—indecisive, hasn't that always been your strength."

Pei Seeing Pei Pei curled her lips: "You men are all like this, not crisp at all."

"Don't be aggressive. I did all this for whom—"

Huang Gan curled his lips: "Forget it, I'll think of a way myself. Without Butcher Zhang, I won't eat hairy pigs?"

"However, I'm still quite regretful. Red Star Factory is engaging in land replacement, not only replacing land with surrounding factories."

He clicked his tongue: "They built an ecological industrial zone by the Liangma River, preparing to move workers and their families there."

"Once large-scale relocation occurs, there will be many empty courtyards in the city. I really want to take this opportunity to get a small courtyard to live in."

"Having money and doing daydreaming!"

Pei Seeing Pei Pei glared at him and turned to the restaurant, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Huang Gan scratched his chin and muttered: "How can it be called daydreaming..."

He said Li Xuewu ran fast. Li Xuewu had long seen that this mushroom had something to say.

If it was serious business, he would naturally open his mouth and pull his teeth on the spot, and handle it however it should be handled.

But looking at him pulling one hammer and one stick, pulling for a long time without entering the theme, how could Li Xuewu not see that he didn't have serious business.

What Huang Gan asked of him wasn't serious business. You say how unserious this matter is. He dared to eat lunch here, run away early!

Yu Li went to the mountain today, and he didn't have to do a part-time job, so he had to hurry home.

Mentioning career, mentioning Su Youfang, Li Xuewu didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

This kid has a bright future, a prominent family, and will stand out sooner or later. Whoever messes around with him at this time, if something happens, he will definitely have to carry the pot for him.

Li Xuewu himself also has a background and connections, but he can't afford to mess around with him.

Men, after reaching a certain age, always become satisfied with their career success, and feel that the plainness of family life is tasteless.

At this time, if there is a spiritual little sister accompanying him to regain his youth, even if he doesn't do anything out of line, his heart has already run out.

Li Xuewu knows Su Youfang. Looking at her speaking gently, she is actually firm in character and will definitely not give Huang Gan any space to mess around.

Then what Huang Gan is looking for him for is already clear. He doesn't want Su Youfang to come to his door.

If you want to make trouble, play by yourselves!

Lunch was eaten at home, nowhere else. After eating, he carried the lunch box and took his daughter to the hospital to deliver food to Gu Ning.

The daughter-in-law is on duty today, so the family ate early. Calculating Gu Ning's lunch break, the food was delivered to the office.

Li Xuewu held the child and entered the room, receiving a welcome from Gu Ning's colleagues.

This still has to be said that he laid the foundation for Gu Ning's popularity, plus Gu Ning gave birth here, and they were all familiar with each other.

Li Xuewu, such a bright person, brought food for Gu Ning, how could he leave others behind.

Of course, he wouldn't bring food, but took some fruits and snacks, all dry goods stored at home, which were precious at this time when the green and yellow didn't connect.

Harvested a room full of gratitude and jokes. When Gu Ning came back from the clinic, she saw the father and daughter were mixing better than her in this room.

"I'll take the lunch box back myself after eating. You hold the child and go back first."

Gu Ning was still not used to the situation of a room full of people surrounding her, or surrounding her family and laughing, so she coaxed Li Shu and told Li Xuewu to go home.

Li Xuewu knew what kind of temper she had, so he didn't say much, said goodbye to the people in the department, and walked out holding the child.

Coincidentally, just as he went out, he saw Old Zhang also coming out from another door.

"Whoa—what are you doing?"

Li Xuewu had never called the other side, Old Zhang, Mr. Zhang, Comrade Zhang, uncle, grandfather, none of them, just whatever was comfortable.

Old Zhang was the same, never called him, and only called Li Shu girl, never asked about his family affairs.

Meeting father and daughter this time was nothing to be surprised about. Those living around here basically came here if they had a headache or fever.

"Visiting a friend, you are...?" He looked at Li Shu and asked: "Is the girl uncomfortable again?"

"She's fine." Li Xuewu smiled and explained: "Her mother works here, we delivered lunch for her. Have you eaten?"

"I ate late this morning, and my stomach hasn't settled yet," Old Zhang gestured for them to walk together, saying with his hands behind his back, "Going to the hospital will only make me lose my appetite further."

"I also have this feeling. My lover works here, but I rarely come even though it's so close to home. I don't want to go to the factory hospital either."

Li Xuewu shook his head slightly: "Just feeling uncomfortable, just ate lunch early and came here, otherwise I couldn't eat."

"Fishing—"

Li Shu knew Old Zhang. Hearing Dad and him talking, she shouted with a smile.

Old Zhang smiled and didn't care, crossed the road and walked into the street, then asked: "The last time I told you to go to the mountain to wander, what do you think? Do you want to go together?"

"No, don't ask. Our whole family believes in Old Ma, and are firm materialists."

Li Xuewu asked with a smile: "Why are you running to the temple with all your heart? Can you trust the mud Bodhisattva, but can't trust your own original intention?"

"Sigh—why else would people say that the older they get, the less capable they are, thinking wildly all day."

Old Zhang signaled to the big lake direction and asked: "Do you have anything to do at home? If you have nothing, accompany me to sit over there."

"Don't sleep at noon?"

Li Xuewu looked at him, lowered his head and asked his daughter: "Are you sleepy? If you aren't sleepy, Dad will take you to the big lake to wander."

"I want to fish—" Li Shu hugged her father's neck and said: "Last, last time the fish was delicious, I want to eat it again."

"You little greedy cat." Li Xuewu pointed at her nose and said: "I'll ask little aunt to buy a fish at the market in the evening to make for you, okay?"

After speaking, he held Li Shu and passed the door, told his mother, and then walked to the big lake with Old Zhang.

It was just a turn. Old Zhang chattered and talked about the matter of visiting a friend just now.

"It's not that I'm superstitious, nor that I'm not loyal enough to the organization. You should be able to understand what I mean, right?"

"Mm-hmm, understand, metaphysics."

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "When people with high learning reach the peak of their spiritual world pursuit, they will produce confident or inferior psychology. At this time, they need a mysterious power as a support for life."

"It's not as mysterious as you say... hiss—seems to be the case?"

Sitting on the steps by the lake, Old Zhang was confused himself, shook his head slightly: "I don't know what's wrong with me, just very confused, sometimes very lost."

"I can solve this, and you don't have to toss to the mountain." Li Xuewu put Li Shu on the ground to play, smiling and teasing: "If you ask me, you are just idle."

"People say it, people are lost because they think too much and do too little, translated it means they are full and supported."

"..."

Old Zhang looked at him speechlessly and said: "Are you talking about me? I'm fifty-one, full and supported, right?"

"What's wrong with fifty-one?"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows: "When Liu Bang was forty, he was still a pavilion chief in Peixian. Sima Yi was reused at sixty. Jiang Ziya came out of the mountain at eighty. She Taijun hung as a commander at one hundred. Sun Wukong five hundred..."

"Get, get, get—! You compared me to a monkey!"

Old Zhang smiled bitterly: "Can this be the same? According to you, am I still young at this age?"

"Compared to me, you are of course not young, but compared to older ones, you are a young man."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows: "If you see a hundred-year-old man, how do you address him? People look at you as a young man, just like you look at Li Shu."

Old Zhang followed Li Xuewu's hand and looked at the girl squatting on the ground playing with ants, suddenly feeling a kind of funny and reasonable feeling.

"I wish I could really live to one hundred. Eighty is fine too."

"Haven't lived clearly yet, still thinking about when to die?"

Li Xuewu glanced at him, lowered his head and handed a tree stick to Li Shu for her to play, saying to Old Zhang: "Don't worry, fifty-one is nothing. Your era hasn't passed yet."

"Hasn't passed yet? I wish—" Old Zhang raised his head and looked at the big lake, lost and disappointed: "But if my era hasn't passed, how did this era come?"

"Everything competes, years change, nature's laws can't be changed. Do you still want to return to youth?"

Li Xuewu raised his head and looked at him: "Live in the present, handle the things in front of your eyes well before talking about the future."

"Hehe! You really live very clearly. How old are you—!"

Old Zhang looked him over with amusement, nodded and said: "But you really have blessings in this face, especially this scar." 【10

"Why? Do you also have the skill of physiognomy and fortune-telling?"

Li Xuewu laughed amusedly, "Don't say that this scar of mine covered up bad luck and brought me good fortune. Have you ever seen a lucky person with a scar on their face?"

"Isn't this seeing one right now—"

It was truly the first time Old Zhang had carefully examined Li Xuewu's facial features, and the more he looked, the more he frowned.

"You have a life of wealth and status, but it's not a life for a political career. How did you change it?"

"Hmm, I do know a little about that."

Li Xuewu replied with a smile, "My father is a physician, my older brother and sister-in-law are university teachers, and my younger brother is a university student. Even if I were a scoundrel, I would still be wealthy."

"As for the matter of pursuing a political career, it really wasn't changed by someone else; it was changed by me carrying two bottles of liquor," he said with a smile, "Originally, I was supposed to be assigned to work at a bank, as security."

"Ha—hahaha!"

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, associating security with a bank, and then with a vault, before he finally reacted and burst into loud laughter.

A god of wealth passing by—isn't that exactly a life of wealth and status? But that was someone else's wealth.

He also knew Li Xuewu was just spouting nonsense. Although this kid was young, he had real ability, but he spoke without any boundaries or reliability, not a single word being true.

"As for me, I just went to the hospital to see the old monk," Old Zhang said, tapping his own leg, "He chanted scriptures for half his life and broke I don't know how many wooden fish, yet he's still tied to the bed."

"Do you think people live longer by committing sins, or do they live more comfortably by accumulating merit and doing good deeds?"

"Did the old monk commit sins? Tell me about it; I love listening to this—"

Li Xuewu finally heard something interesting from Old Zhang.

He urged, "If it's your friend, and he's also this age, having been a monk for half his life, let's count it as twenty, that would mean he became a monk in the thirties, tsk tsk."

"Big cities were quite flashy back then. If your friend committed sins, he must have been a 'flowery monk,' right?"

"How come you, at such a young age, always like listening to these things?"

Old Zhang pointed at Li Shu with a smile and said, "You're still carrying a baby; be careful not to dirty the little girl's ears."

"It's fine, we'll just listen to it as a cautionary tale," Li Xuewu joked, "If it's really something from the past, I reckon it's nothing good."

"Sigh—we all crawled out of piles of dead bodies; who doesn't carry a bit of sin on them?"

Old Zhang sighed deeply and said, "Even if you didn't commit sins yourself, because of you, the sins committed by your family members—aren't those sins too? They will come looking for you all the same."

"You're not talking about some remnants of the old aristocracy or survivors of the previous dynasty, are you?"

Li Xuewu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Or perhaps old affairs from high-ranking families and deep courtyards?"

"The old monk is, but I'm not. I come from a family of eight generations of poor peasants," Old Zhang shook his head slightly, "It was all by chance that we got to know each other."

"Then what's there to be sentimental about? He enjoyed the blessings of the second half of his life in the first half; the blessings are just exhausted, that's all."

Li Xuewu stood up holding his daughter and patted the dust off her, saying, "If you hadn't suffered the hardships of the first half of your life, could you have enjoyed the blessings of the second half?"

"You really have a way with words!" Old Zhang laughed amusedly, "Alright, today I've broadened my horizons and learned something."

"Learned what? I haven't told you anything!"

Li Xuewu drooped his eyelids and said, "Don't get too hung up on cause and effect. In my view, it's entirely idealism."

"There's no rule that doing good deeds must lead to good retribution, or that doing bad deeds means one must die."

He picked up Li Shu and said, "If you really want to break through the illusions in your heart, you might as well do something down-to-earth, even if it's just fishing."

"If you can really make a name for yourself in the craft of fishing, I guarantee you'll be wealthy and prosperous, enjoy your old age, and rest in peace when you're buried."

"Hahaha—fine! I'll listen to you!"

Old Zhang smiled and pinched Li Shu's little hand, saying, "The little girl is blessed; she knows who to follow to enjoy blessings, looking for her parents herself."

After saying this, he waved at Li Xuewu and said, "Stop chatting with me, go do what you need to do, I'm going home."

"I wish you an early breakthrough from illusions and a place among the immortals!" Li Xuewu said with a smile, "Judging by your pious appearance, you don't look like someone destined for hell."

"Get lost—hahaha!"

On Monday, before Li Xuewu could leave home for work, he was called back by a phone call.

Qin Jingru stopped him at the gate, saying there was a call, saying the child was about to be born.

This was just causing trouble; why call here to give birth? What does it have to do with him? Is it his child!

Li Xuewu could guarantee that, apart from Li Ning, his own flesh and blood, he definitely hadn't left behind any trouble like an illegitimate child.

He said this before answering the phone, but after answering it, he didn't say it anymore.

You don't say, this person giving birth really did have something to do with him, more or less.

You say the child being born isn't his flesh and blood, yet it still has to call him 'Dad.'

This matter has to start with that unreliable bastard Ji Weidong.

Ji Weidong took the initiative to recognize Li Shu as his goddaughter, forcing Li Xuewu to recognize his unborn son as his godson, calling it 'mutual hostage-taking.'

Only he could be this reckless; if it were a serious matter, there wouldn't be such chaotic recognition of god-relatives.

Recognizing god-relatives before the child is even born—unless it's a special situation.

But Ji Weidong is a man of the underworld, reckless and impulsive; what he says must count.

So, following the call from Han Yating's home, hearing that a big, fat boy was born, he really had to go over and take a look.

It wasn't just the connection with Ji Yuxiu; he had to take care of the relationship with Ji Weidong as well.

His return this time was actually to check on Han Yating's situation and calculate when she would give birth.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed Li Xuewu to help take care of her, fearing something might happen.

It wasn't convenient for Li Xuewu, so he arranged for Shen Guodong and Xiao Yan to accompany Ji Yuxiu to check on her frequently.

Taking care is nothing more than birth and upbringing, sending more nutritional supplements, and helping arrange the hospital for the delivery.

He greeted Gu Ning, who had just gone downstairs to prepare for work, and told her about Han Yating's situation.

The couple discussed going over in the evening with some things; for now, during the day, they would let Qin Jingru watch the two children, and his mother, Liu Yin, would go over first.

They were also in-laws with Ji Weidong's family; his parents weren't in the mainland, so Liu Yin should go over to take a look. Whether it was Han Yating or the newborn child, they were all members of the Ji family.

After discussing it with Gu Ning, Li Xuewu told his mother, asking Han Jiankun to drop him off before coming back to pick her up for the hospital; the items were all ready.

After being delayed at home for a while, he was a bit late when he arrived at his unit.

However, no one checked his attendance, but the secretary of the office was in a hurry to find him.

After the cooperation negotiations with the French commercial Saint-Aya Group concluded, the factory put the agenda of the Yingcheng Shipyard reconstruction back on the table.

It was mainly to lay the foundation for the shipbuilding orders provided to the French merchants and to arrange the machinery and technology provided by the other party.

Ten-thousand-ton giant ships—in this day and age, there truly weren't many shipyards with manufacturing capabilities. The Yingcheng Shipyard had always been under construction and expansion.

From the day they took over, there was the support from the Red Star Factory, the support from the Steel Mill, the technology and equipment from the Italian merchants, and the cooperation with the Bincheng Shipyard.

Now another French merchant had come, wanting to place orders for ten-thousand-ton cargo ships; the other party was prepared to use this to 'fleece the sheep.'

The funds in the compensation agreement were supplemented with the ten-thousand-ton cargo ship as the standard; this had already been negotiated and could not be changed.

Now it depended on how much the shipyard could compress the cost of building these ships.

Of course, for the shipyard itself, it was also an opportunity; if they could build the first one, they could build the tenth, the hundredth.

It just depended on whether the Yingcheng Shipyard could withstand this pressure before building the tenth or hundredth ten-thousand-ton cargo ship.

The meeting was presided over by Cheng Kaiyuan. The main person in charge from the Yingcheng Shipyard came, but Xu Sinian didn't; the deputy director came instead.

The factory's intention was mainly to ask Yingcheng for land, expand the port, expand the wharf, and expand the dry dock.

They needed to accelerate the construction speed of the existing infrastructure while also making plans and preparations for the expansion. As soon as the cooperation agreement with the French merchants was signed, they would start.

This was a meeting to get ahead of the schedule; it didn't mean much to the shipyard, but it attracted the attention of the Italian merchant, Andrew.

This old fellow flew from Yingcheng all the way to the capital, arrived at the Red Star Factory, and headed straight for Li Xuewu's office.

"Mr. Li, we are friends, aren't we?"