Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Ten full minutes passed before Kenjiro Okamoto, whose pain penetrated deep into his bones, finally recovered.

Kenjiro Okamoto never wanted to experience that kind of pain that went deep into his soul again. The backbone of the so-called Great Japanese nation had been completely hollowed out by He Daqing.

He Daqing was not in a hurry either. He just smoked a cigarette, crossed his legs, and admired the cowardly look of the Japanese soldiers crying bitterly.

"Little devil, weren't you very crazy just now?

Curse, keep cursing me, haha!"

Kenjiro Okamoto didn't dare to look into He Daqing's eyes again. He tilted his head and uttered a tired voice.

“I said, I said everything.

Can you give me a cigarette first..."

He Daqing winked at Chen Dagen.

"Give the old man a cigarette, the kind without a filter..."

Kenjiro Okamoto took the cigarette handed to him by Chen Dagen, took a deep puff, and choked and coughed several times.

Having been pampered since childhood, he was not used to smoking such low-quality cigarettes.

I wanted to throw away the low-quality cigarette, but I couldn't bear to do so. I put it in my mouth and took another light puff.

With a sigh, Kenjiro Okamoto spoke:

"My name is Kenjiro Okamoto, my father is Japanese, and my mother is from the Mite Tribe.

I grew up in China, which is why I can be a professor at Qinghua University..."

He Daqing waved his hand and interrupted Kenjiro Okamoto.

"We'll talk about this later. Let's get to the point first. Where are those powerful pills you bought hidden..."

After finding out where Kenjiro Okamoto hid the Dali Pill, He Daqing handed the interrogation work to Chen Dagen and went to look for the Dali Pill himself.

In a side room of a courtyard in the west of the city, He Daqing finally found the powerful pill he had been longing for.

There were a dozen large wooden boxes, all filled with things like Angong Niuhuang Pills and Hugu Dali Pills.

After a quick count, there were nearly 10,000 rare pills such as Angong Niuhuang Pills, weighing more than 500 kilograms.

The rest are common pills like Liuwei Dihuang Pills, but this one is more terrifying, nearly five tons.

What the hell, the Japanese emperor is such a beast, eating Liuwei Dihuang Pills as his meal?

How can one be so cruel?

But now, all of these belong to me, He Daqing.

He waved his hand and put all the pills in the wooden box into the space, leaving only the box.

He got some corn flour of almost the same weight from the space and filled the box half full.

The boxes will be here soon, and someone will come and take them back to the steel mill.

The things inside have been swapped out, so it doesn’t matter if they are lost.

After the reform and opening up, ten thousand rare pills such as Angong Niuhuang Pills and Hugu Dali Pills could make a fortune of ten thousand yuan per pill, which is really too much profit.

As for the remaining Liuwei Dihuang Pills, this is also made from natural bezoar, added with many rare medicinal materials. When the time comes, one pill can be sold for a hundred yuan. Wouldn't that be a piece of cake?

The key is the large quantity, nearly five tons.

If each pill weighs one gram, that would be nearly five million pills.

That bastard Kenjiro Okamoto had been collecting the powerful pills in China for nearly thirty years, starting with his father, and in one move, all of them fell into He Daqing's pocket.

He Daqing hummed a little tune and drove towards Nanluoguxiang.

I haven't seen Shazhu's stupid son for a long time. Now that I got something good, I'll give him a few pills to replenish his body.

The car stopped outside the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, immediately attracting onlookers.

He Daqing got out of the car and looked around.

In just a few months, the familiar streets and neighborhoods have become somewhat unfamiliar.

The neighbors could only watch from afar and did not dare to approach and talk to them.

You know, those who drive cars are all big leaders.

If you make someone unhappy, it will bring disaster to your family.

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses and looked at He Daqing carefully for a few times before he dared to step forward and ask a tentative question.

"Mr. He?

Are you Mr. He?

He Daqing laughed and patted Yan Bugui on the shoulder, almost making Yan Bugui kneel down.

"Old Yan, you are still a sharp-eyed bastard.

Everyone, no one recognized me, He Daqing, only you, a kid, have some good eyesight.

Dear neighbors, my name is He Daqing.

Now that I've become a big leader, I eat meat every day. It's hard not to get fat!

Haha!

Ah Gui, help me keep an eye on the car. I'm going into the yard to chat with Zhuzi."

"Okay, Mr. He!

I, Yan Bugui, am here to look after you. I will make sure nothing goes wrong. You can go ahead."

"Be sensible!

If there is anything left over later, it will be yours..."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he took out a few handfuls of candy from his arms and threw them into the air.

"I'm happy today, please give me some candy~

Ha ha! "

He Daqing swaggered into the quadrangle, and before he even entered the middle courtyard, he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Zhu Zi, I'm here to see you.

Why don't you come out and greet me?"

After entering the central courtyard, He Daqing frowned before seeing He Yuzhu.

Damn it, you rebellious son, you’ve grown too independent and don’t even take me seriously anymore.

He Daqing scolded back those who tried to curry favor with him like chasing away flies.

"Go, go, go away.

Who are you, Liu Haizhong, Jia Dongxu? How dare you try to get close to me, He Daqing?

Xu Damao, go play with your balls, don't think I will give you face just because you enter the Red Star Winery..."

He Daqing scolded everyone in the courtyard, and only then did He Yuzhu open the door.

He Yuzhu was buttoning his disheveled clothes while grinning foolishly.

"Dad, why are you here?

Damn!

Dad, I, Shazhu, miss you so much.

Come in, come in, I'm going to go all out today and have a few drinks with you."

After He Yuzhu finished speaking, he shouted into the house:

"Xiu'er, Chuntao'er, put on your clothes quickly and go cook.

My dad is here..."

He Daqing laughed and gave He Yuzhu a thumbs up.

"As expected of my master He Daqing, a double hit!

Today, I made some tiger bone pills.

As soon as I got the stuff, the first person I thought of was my good son He Yuzhu, you can use this stuff."

He Yuzhu rubbed his sore waist and looked at He Daqing's fatherly smile and concern.

For a moment, the corners of my eyes felt a little sore.

She cried and went to hug He Daqing.

"Dad!

You are really my, Sha Zhu’s, biological father. When there is something good, the first person you think of is me, Sha Zhu.

I, Shazhu, am so lucky to have a father like you.

Dad, even if there is an afterlife, in the afterlife, I, Shazhu, will still be your son..."

He Daqing nodded with satisfaction and took out a tiger bone pill.

"You are worthy of being my good son, so filial.

Come, eat one first, then go into the house and make some noise with your lovers, and I will personally keep watch for you..."