Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

The little girl stood still.

The words "I want to invite the other person to my home" are stuck in my throat.

Just now, when she was most fearful and helpless, this strange young man appeared out of nowhere.

Although his tone was cold, he saved her life. In her heart, he was a hero who came on starlight, and his tall figure was deeply imprinted in her heart.

This house.

It was Lou Zhenhua's house.

At this moment, the Lou family was in complete chaos.

At this moment, a pile of cash was stacked on the floor in the middle of the living room on the first floor.

On the floor of the living room on the first floor, there were stacks of cash. Lou Zhenhua sat on the sofa with an air of authority, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Amidst the swirling smoke, his brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

In TV dramas.

Lou Zhenhua seemed to lack any real power and had a very low profile. Even a nobody like Xu Damao could easily take advantage of his family and almost wipe them out.

There's a reason for that.

But that was in the 1960s, on the eve of a great wave.

Having gone through the Three-Anti and Five-Anti Campaigns and the public-private partnership, anyone with a bit of wealth lived in constant fear and unease, let alone Lou Zhenhua, a capitalist.

The year was 1952.

Lou Zhenhua, who amassed this fortune during turbulent times, could hardly be considered a simple man; he was undoubtedly a powerful figure of his era.

At this time, the steel rolling mill had just completed its public-private partnership.

Lou Zhenhua's spirit remains undiminished.

Someone just came to my door saying his daughter has been kidnapped and they're demanding a ransom of one million.

One million in cash.

It wasn't that Lou Zhenhua couldn't produce it.

But these days transactions can only be made in cash, and it will be difficult for him to raise such a large sum of money in a short period of time. He has been borrowing from relatives and friends, and he is still short 200,000 yuan.

"Butler Fu, go to the Li family again."

Lou Zhenhua stubbed out his cigarette and said in a deep voice:

"Just tell him to lend me some cash for an emergency, and that the jade Guanyin he wants is negotiable."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.

Followed by.

A clear, crisp female voice came from outside the door:

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

Tanya Li thought she was hallucinating.

Only when Lou Xiao'e appeared at the door did she snap out of her daze, rush over like a madwoman, hug her daughter tightly, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

"Xiao'e, how are you?"

"Why did those damned kidnappers target you?"

"By the way, how did you get back...?"

Compared to Tan Yali, Lou Zhenhua was much calmer. After the mother and daughter had hugged each other and cried for a while, he finally spoke and asked Lou Xiao'e to tell him what had happened.

Lou Xiao'e wiped away her tears and recounted everything that had just happened in detail.

Lou Zhenhua remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking:

"The person who saved you is truly an extraordinary individual."

"These days, people are living in fear. It's normal that he's willing to lend a helping hand but doesn't want to show his face."

Even if it were me.

"Now we have to keep a low profile."

"Since they don't want to show their face, then forget it."

"But now that you've seen what they look like, if we run into them again in the future, we can thank them properly."

After comforting his wife and daughter, Lou Zhenhua got up and immediately instructed the servants to collect the cash in the living room and send someone to the empty courtyard to dispose of the body.

After this incident, home safety must be taken seriously.

He still has a lot to do.

The next morning, Wang Anping got up as usual. All the things that happened last night had no effect on him.

As I was leaving, I ran into Yan Bugui.

Seeing Teacher Yan's appearance.

Wang Anping was taken aback for a moment, then asked:

"Teacher Yan, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Yan Bugui's eyes were bloodshot, he walked with a limp, and he kept trembling. His jacket was wrinkled and crumpled.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Yan Bugui's face.

He quickly leaned against the wall, awkwardly twisted his waist, and stubbornly said:

"It's nothing, my legs are just a little numb."

He was too embarrassed to admit that he had been thinking about how to write an article until the wee hours of the morning, and had actually fallen asleep right there at his desk.

I slept face down all night, and my whole body was numb.

I was woken up by the urge to pee, and when I got up my legs went weak and I fell right to the ground. How pathetic!

Thinking about it all night, I wrote a few words.

He couldn't bear to tell the truth.

He did want to ask Wang Anping for tips on writing articles.

But he needed to write something before he could even bring himself to speak, so Yan Bugui decided he needed to do some more research.

After breakfast, everyone who was going to work left the courtyard.

Wang Anping pushed his bicycle, ready to head out.

Just as he reached the door, seeing He Daqing also preparing to go out, Wang Anping, recalling the figure he had seen on the street a few days ago, casually asked:

"Uncle He, do you have any other relatives in Beijing?"

He Daqing shook his head:

"That's all."

Why do you ask that?

Wang Anping scratched his head, looking puzzled, and said:

"It's nothing, I just saw someone on the street a couple of days ago who looked almost exactly like you, except he looked much younger, around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old."

"I thought you had a younger brother outside."

He Daqing froze, paused for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something, his eyes instantly becoming excited.

He quickly pulled Wang Anping aside and asked in a low voice:

"real?"

"You're not lying to me?"

Where did you see it?

Wang Anping glanced at him.

Judging from his reaction, you can tell there's something fishy going on.

He asked curiously:

"How could this be fake? It's right there on Qianmen Street."

"What, do you really have some half-brother that you're hiding outside? Nobody in the courtyard knows about this."

Upon hearing this, He Daqing's expression shifted several times, his demeanor becoming complex.

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth.

He knew Wang Anping's character; he was calm, reliable, and quite capable. If he kept this from him, Wang might find out someday, so it was better to tell him the truth.

"Anping, I'm only telling you this. You must never tell anyone else."

"The person you saw might actually be related to me, but he's not my brother, he's... my son."

Don't look at me like that.

"I was young then, and in a moment of confusion, I met a girl by chance."

"Who knew she would get pregnant, and even keep the baby? It was a time of war and chaos, and then we lost all contact with them."

"For so many years, I always thought that the mother and daughter were gone."

Wang Anping looked at He Daqing with a bewildered expression.

I can't help but give a thumbs up:

"Uncle He, I've heard people say that you were a dashing and romantic man when you were young, but I didn't believe it. Now it seems that I underestimated you."

"You've got some serious tricks up your sleeve, you even have an illegitimate child, and he's older than Sha Zhu."

"So, does that mean Shazhu and Yushui have gained an older brother now?"

"wrong."

"At that age, you'd only be fifteen or sixteen, wouldn't you?"

He Daqing was somewhat embarrassed:

"That's just youthful arrogance!"

"But I was already eighteen at that time, an adult."

"And you know, if that kid really looks a lot like me, he'll definitely look older than he actually is. He should be twenty-two this year."

Wang Anping admires:

"Congratulations! I never expected you to have gained a son for free!"