Courtyard House: He Yuzhu started in 1948

He Yuzhu only knew that the things that No. 5 Middle School did had a good outcome in the end, but he didn't know the process.

He can only analyze the information gathered from various sources and then make the safest and most profitable plan.

Even so, He Yuzhu could still feel an immense sense of crisis.

The higher-ups have been maintaining good communication and working towards a peaceful resolution to the Beiping crisis. However, as long as the higher-ups haven't announced the signing of a peace agreement, everything discussed is meaningless. If there are a couple of fools down below, then things could get dangerous.

But... it was worth it!

Raise the flag at 8:30 a.m.!

Sing!

The Internationale!

The reporter with the camera was stunned by what he saw and couldn't press the shutter button.

He just wanted to create a big story—a big story that would make the front page—to increase his income. He just wanted to make money, but he didn't want to lose his life for it!

What the hell?

Clearly... those are the banners of the army outside the city!

The reporter was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, unable to press the shutter button on his camera no matter what he tried.

Jia Zhangshi was confused. When she saw the reporter fall to the ground, she kindly went over and helped the reporter up.

She helped the reporter up, not out of kindness, but because she wanted to leave a good impression on him. If she could get a few more photos taken, that would be great, so she could show them off in the alley and be the envy of everyone.

As for the cost of developing the photos... didn't He Yuzhu say he would pay for it?

Jia Zhangshi wasn't satisfied with taking advantage of everyone.

Jia Zhangshi's kindness was not met with gratitude from the reporter. Instead, the reporter shoved her aside, not even glancing at her, and walked straight towards Lü Qinghuan, angrily shouting, "Lü Qinghuan? What kind of flag are you raising? I kindly came to help you, and you want to kill me? We're friends! Friends!"

Lu Qinghuan was also helpless. "I told you long ago that there was danger, but you wouldn't listen. I told you not to come, but you insisted on coming and making headlines. What can I do?"

Madam Jia was completely bewildered. What was going on? It was just raising a flag, wasn't it? Why was it all a matter of life and death...? Looking at the flag again, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

The reporter was persuaded by Lü Qinghuan, who assured him that he would only take a photo and then let him go, but he must keep the photo safe, and he would ask Lü Qinghuan to develop it.

Jia Zhangshi excitedly ran over and asked to take more pictures. Lü Qinghao was surprised that Jia Zhangshi's thinking was so progressive.

No wonder she lives in the same courtyard as He Yuzhu!

Without much thought, Lü Qinghuan agreed. He Yuzhu chuckled when he found out, wondering how Lü Qinghuan would react after learning Jia Zhangshi's true intentions.

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It's no secret that the flag flying over the campus of No. 5 Middle School isn't the flag of the Republic of China (Taiwan). The school's walls aren't very high either, and passersby can see it quickly.

The dark-skinned policeman saw it but dared not move.

The report went up to the higher-ups, then to the Beiping government and the garrison command.

Upon hearing this, the garrison command was immediately displeased and ordered an investigation. At the same time, they called the Education Department to reprimand them for condoning the Fifth Middle School.

Then it was passed down level by level, eventually reaching Zhang Jingtao, the principal of No. 5 Middle School.

Zhang Jingtao felt a headache coming on. He was preparing to leave Beiping, so how could he have time to care about the affairs of the Fifth Middle School?

Let Zhang Tianyong and Lü Qinghuan do it.

Zhang Jingtao had long intended to retire. It wasn't that he didn't want to save No. 5 Middle School, but the current No. 5 Middle School was just like its original name: a people's middle school.

This place already belongs to ordinary people.

But the matter had been put on hold by his superiors, and Zhang Jingtao couldn't ignore it. The matter of sending out "invitations" in Beiping City using old exam papers hadn't been resolved yet, and now there was this flag-raising incident. Wasn't this putting himself in a very difficult position?

Once those above find out, how will I be able to leave?

When Zhang Jingtao returned to No. 5 Middle School, the school was already surrounded by black-skinned police officers and law enforcement teams from the garrison command.

The law enforcement team was established by Commander Fu of the Garrison Command specifically to maintain order in the city.

The higher-ups have been saying that they want peace in Beiping, not war, but negotiations are currently underway, and there is no clear answer yet on whether to make peace or fight. Your sudden intervention at this time puts the negotiations at a disadvantage, doesn't it?

Of course, with such a major event happening in Beiping, it was impossible for the Beiping station of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics not to get involved.

The black-skinned patrol officers and law enforcement officers surrounded the school from the outside, but none of them went inside. They all knew what was going on and were waiting for orders from above.

But the secret service didn't think so. As soon as the Beiping secret service's action team arrived, Captain Zheng Xingqiang led his men into the school.

What a bunch of scumbags! They've got people riding on their necks and shitting on them, and they're still standing there like that.

Arrest them all and torture them severely!

As they rushed in, Zheng Xingqiang gave the order: "Arrest everyone involved in the No. 5 Middle School flag-raising incident, whether they are teachers, students, or school staff."

The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics had a terrible reputation; from high-ranking officials to ordinary people in Beiping, everyone cursed them.

A thing that people and dogs dislike.

Duomen was inconspicuous in the patrol team, neither at the back nor at the front, just mixed in with the crowd. When he saw the Secret Service officers arrive, he rushed into the campus without saying a word. In the crowd, he could still say a few sarcastic words: "Brothers... brothers of the law enforcement team, step back a little, be careful of the big shots from the Secret Service, they might arrest us as accomplices."

The law enforcement team and the dark-skinned patrol officers chuckled softly.

Unexpectedly, there were some fun-loving people mixed in with the team.

Duomen offered cigarettes to the crowd: "Why are you so serious about having a smoke? Beiping is practically a sitting duck for them, and you're still making such a fuss about arresting people. Aren't you just walking into the line of fire? Even the oldest person wouldn't dare to eat poison like that."

"Thank you, Master Duo."

"Master Duo, shall we just stay here and watch?"

"Just watch, we can't afford to offend them, what else can we do?"

Duomen lit a cigarette and casually had someone deliver the half-packet he was carrying to the enforcement team: "Damn it, these days we're even paying wages in sacks, we can barely afford cigarettes anymore."

"We can't cut off anything but your food supply, Master Duo!"

"I'll tell the merchants in my area tomorrow to make sure they give Master Duo some money!"

"Get lost, don't ruin my reputation!"

Everyone was having a great time chatting, and no one cared about the fate of the secret service agents who stormed into the school.

As long as you don't get covered in blood.

At this moment, the secret service team that stormed into the school, led by Zheng Xingqiang, immediately tried to gather everyone in the school together.

Jia Zhangshi, who was cooking in the kitchen, was startled when she saw someone rushing into the canteen with a pistol.

"Oh my god... what's going on?"

When Jia Zhangshi saw the dark muzzle of the gun, her whole body trembled with fear.

As for asking her to assemble on the playground, her legs are so weak they're like noodles, she can't even stand up, let alone walk.

"Auntie, let's go."

He Yuzhu stepped forward and pulled Jia Zhangshi aside, saying softly, "If you don't leave now, they're going to open fire. Whoever doesn't leave will be shot."