Siheyuan: First-class Merit at the Start

Ministry of Industry compound.

"Wait, let me figure it out." Wang He put down his wine glass, rubbed his head and said.

After a moment, Wang He rubbed his temple and said, "So, you went fishing today when you were free, and then you met Mr. Feiyang, right?"

Li Polu nodded: "Yes."

"And then, you bragged in front of him. Right?"

"Hey, how can that be called bragging? That's called looking into the future and having reasonable fantasies," Li Bolu corrected righteously.

"And Mr. Feiyang believed your lies and asked you to get the design drawings and show them to him?"

"That's right."

"And then you and he started arguing while chatting?"

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Li Polu hastily denied: "He and I have a different opinion, a scientific debate."

"Shut up." Wang He said unhappily, "And then you came back and asked me to find you some information books on steelmaking?"

Li Polu shrugged: "Well, who would be willing to have dinner with an old man like you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Bolu saw Wang Heteng stand up suddenly and look around.

In an instant, Li Polu's past memories began to flood into his mind frantically, and his body almost instinctively rushed out the door.

"Old man, don't mess around. I'm already 22, I won't spoil you. Be careful or I'll beat you up. I know Qigong, believe it or not."

Wang He was holding a feather duster and chasing Li Polu around the yard like crazy: "You want to beat me, right? You want to look forward to the future, right? You want to debate, right?"

Li Polu dodged Wang He's feather duster and yelled, "Hit me, old man, don't push me, I really fought back. I tell you, you can't beat me. You know it from those who have practiced it."

When Wang He heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he became even more angry: "Brother, right? You have practiced before, right? You fought back, right?"

After a while, Wang He panted heavily, supported his knees with his hands and shouted: "Po Lu, come down. I won't beat you. You are so old, how can I beat you? Come down quickly."

Li Polu hugged the trunk of the jujube tree in the yard, turned his head and shouted: "I don't trust you, you old man, you are so bad. I will be surprised if you don't beat me. Unless you throw the feather duster to me, I will not come down."

"You're holding onto the tree. How are you going to catch it if I throw it to you? Be good and come down. Don't fall."

"No, if you throw it to me, I can hug the tree with one hand."

"Come down and I'll give it to you. Don't fall."

After some haggling, Li Polu finally got the feather duster from Wang He as he wished, and then he jumped down from the tree reluctantly.

However, before he could stand firm, Wang He pulled out another weapon from his waist with a grin.

This weapon is more than 40 inches long and one inch wide. It is completely black, soft and boneless. It can be hidden at the waist. It can be used to attack the enemy by surprise and when they are unprepared. It has killed countless young men who have just started their careers and frightened them.

Their name is: Seven Wolves.

Wang He didn't really want to beat Li Polu hard. He just simply broke a belt.

Li Polu sat on the chair with his hands covering his face, feeling wronged. He looked at Wang He with a half-faced look of resentment.

Wang He was somewhat embarrassed by the look on his face. He did not expect that the Seven Wolves, which had been invincible in the past, would simply throw it today and break before hitting anyone. The half of it that was thrown out just happened to hit Li Polu's face.

"Okay, stop pretending. I didn't hit you. Tell me what you plan to do."

Seeing Wang He talking about business, Li Polu knew that Wang He was almost done with his anger. He stopped pretending and said hastily, "I don't have any plans. I'll just study the existing technology and then improve it based on the actual situation."

"Don't you have any specific ideas or something?" Wang He said unhappily.

Li Polu said nonchalantly: "It's just a small matter, what kind of ideas do you need? Can't you just do it casually?"

Seeing Li Polu's nonchalant look, Wang He's hands started to itch again: "Why are you so good at bragging?"

Then he sighed heavily: "Forget it, ask someone to send the information to you tomorrow. You can try to do it. It's okay if it doesn't work. I will explain to Mr. Feiyang then. I don't think he will bother with you."

Hearing this, Li Polu also put away his cynical expression. But there was no way to explain this matter. He would just pretend for a few days and then scare the old man to death.

Then he talked about another thing: "However, why did Mr. Feiyang know me? And he let me go without even seeing me."

Wang He looked at Li Polu as if he was a fool, and then explained: "Mr. Feiyang's bodyguard is the grilled fish expert Xiao Zhao you mentioned. He is the eldest son of your uncle Zhao. You beat him up when you were a child, have you forgotten?"

Li Polu suddenly realized: "I was wondering why he looked familiar. And he always looked at me in an unfriendly way. So that's what happened. It turned out to be him."

After dinner, Li Bolu rode his bicycle and leisurely headed towards the courtyard.

As a result, when he entered the front yard, he did not encounter the door god. For a moment, Li Bolu was a little uncomfortable.

I walked to the middle courtyard with doubts. No wonder the door god was not at his post.

It turns out that another meeting is about to begin.

Li Polu leaned his bicycle against the wall to watch the show. However, before he even sat down, he heard Lou Xiaoe crying.

Can this be tolerated?

So Li Polu hurriedly squeezed in. Then he saw Lou Xiao'e standing in the middle of the yard, her left face was slightly red and swollen, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Xu Damao was standing on the other side with a constipated look on his face. Next to him stood a woman with several bloodstains on her face, asking about Xu Damao's health.

"Sister Lou, what's going on? How did it become like this?" Li Polu asked in a somewhat cold tone. As he spoke, he glanced coldly at the woman next to Xu Damao.

"Xiao Li, go aside. Just watch quietly. Today's matter is between me and Xu Damao." When Lou Xiao'e saw Li Polu coming, she stopped crying immediately and said in a cold tone.

Li Bolu understood immediately, stopped talking, and stepped aside.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Yi Zhonghai said, "Well, since everyone is here, let's have a meeting now. We called everyone together for the meeting today. The main reason is that this woman said she was Xu Damao's girlfriend, and then she came to Xu Damao's house. Then Lou Xiao'e wanted to divorce Xu Damao after hearing about it. This matter really affects the image of our civilized courtyard. That's why we called this meeting to see how to solve this matter. Xu Damao, please explain what's going on first."

Many people in the courtyard had just arrived. Although they saw that Xu Damao and the woman next to him were acting a little strange, they didn't say anything. But Yi Zhonghai made a point. Everyone started talking.

"My goodness, isn't this just adultery? Xu Damao is really bold, having affairs with men and women, isn't he afraid of being punished?"

"What Xu Damao? I think he should be called Xu Dadan. He is so brave."

"What do you mean by 'Xu Dadan'? I think he is Xu Dasha. He was fooling around outside and his home was taken down by others. What else can he be but stupid?"

As soon as the person who said this finished speaking, everyone around who heard it looked at him.

Bro, there's something wrong with you.

Li Polu said leisurely: "How about I listen to it first, and then you tell me your story?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Passerby A stammered, "I, I don't have a story."

Li Polu shook his head: "You are lying. Your eyes are clearly full of stories."