Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

With an additional team in charge of security, they can better report to their superiors.

However, the work style of the police station still needs improvement!

They didn't even notice when people came knocking on their door. Their vigilance is terrible. What are they doing on patrol every day?

Seeing the other party's stern gaze, Director Hao inwardly groaned, knowing he was likely to get a beating this time.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune, but it also served as a wake-up call for him.

It was decided that once the matter was over, the staff would be educated and disciplined and managed more strictly.

From now on, everyone on patrol must keep their eyes peeled. If anyone dares to be careless, try to be clever, or slack off, Old Hao will personally skin them alive.

Chapter 784 Family Joy, Good News

Yang Jianguo didn't stay at the police station for long; he simply explained his judgment, why he took action, and what had happened.

After listening to the Security Bureau's report, he rushed home, only to run into Zhiyi nagging him.

"My dad is really something. What's wrong with having a few more guards for such a high-ranking leader?"

Those of lower rank than him always had a grander entourage when they went out, but he knew how to be frugal and didn't want to cause trouble for the organization.

"Ahem~".

Yingzi saw the figure outside the door and coughed to remind her daughter to stop talking.

Zhiyi was quick-witted; she understood everything just by looking into her mother's eyes.

The moment she turned around, a bright smile spread across her face. "Dad, you're back! We've been waiting for you to start the meal!"

"Are you still talking about me behind my back?"

Yang Jianguo put his hands behind his back, chuckled, rolled up his sleeves, went to the washbasin, washed a towel, and wiped his face haphazardly.

"What? I would never dare to make fun of you."

Zhiyi pouted, looking unconvinced. She felt that her husband was too harsh on her.

Yang Jianguo wrung out the towel, hung it on the rack, casually dabbed his wet hands on his back, and then gestured with his hand.

"Be strict with yourself and lenient with others. I taught you all this when you were young, but you forgot it all after going abroad."

Zhiyi was both angry and annoyed. She stomped her foot like a girl and said, "Oh, Dad, you know that's not what I meant."

She remembered every word her father had said.

But Zhiyi, who always hears about the dangers he encounters, is truly afraid of her father, whom she considers her pillar of support and emotional anchor!

She understood even better the position her father held in her mother's heart.

That was an irreplaceable dependence, the spark of her life, and the nourishment that sustained her.

Once she lost it, Zhiyi really didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Seeing his daughter's dejected face and worried look in her eyes, Yang Jianguo knew she was overthinking things again.

Looking at Yingzi busily serving rice and setting out chopsticks, it was clear she was trying to hide her emotions.

"Alright, alright, I've already spoken to my colleagues at the security bureau and they've asked us to add more guards around here. Is that alright?"

Upon hearing the news of his compromise, Zhiyi's worry turned into surprise, and her eyes lit up.

"Really?"

Yingzi was also full of anticipation, wanting to hear his affirmative answer again.

"It's true, absolutely true."

Picking up a peanut with his chopsticks, Yang Jianguo said with a smile, "Now that you're relieved, why don't you sit down and eat?"

"Honey, bring that half-bottle of wine from last time, let's have a good drink together."

"Eh!"

Yingzi wiped her hands on her apron, turned around and went into the house to get the remaining half bottle of Erguotou from the cabinet.

"Zhiyi, pour some for your dad."

"Eh."

Zhiyi filled Yang Jianguo's glass to the brim, then sat back down and saw that she only had a small wine cup in front of her.

Three cups are not even enough for an ounce, who do you think you are?

"Hey, Zhiyi, where are you going?"

"My wine jar is only this big; how can a woman drink from it?"

Look at her, rummaging through drawers and cabinets like a bandit, finding her own jar, and happily sitting down to pour wine into it.

Yingzi angrily raised her hand and slapped her on the back, "You little brat, you've inherited your father's bandit-like side exactly."

"hiss…"

Gripping her shoulders and rubbing them, Zhiyi shouted, "Mom, if you're going to hit someone, you should hit Dad! You said he passed on his thuggishness to me, so why are you hitting me?!"

"Hey, it's all my fault now."

Yang Jianguo laughed heartily, picked up the jar and took a big gulp, then sighed and said, "Ah... this is the only one I can have."

Zhiyi joined in, grimacing and sucking in two peanuts, which immediately made her laugh.

"It's been a while since I had a drink with my dad like this."

"Yes!"

Yingzi's eyes were deep, and she murmured with a hint of disappointment, "If only your older brother were here too."

When Yang Zhiyuan was mentioned, the three men had different expressions, but the longing in their hearts was the same.

"Zhiyuan, it's been a few years since you came back."

Yang Jianguo seemed to have forgotten when his son last came back.

But Yingzi and Zhiyi both knew that he had an exceptional memory. He could remember things from more than twenty years ago perfectly, without missing a single word.

How could I forget when my older brother last came home?

"It's been more than three years."

Yingzi sighed and forced a smile, saying, "Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. Today is a happy day. You two drink, and I'll fry some more peanuts."

She rushed into the kitchen, her smile suddenly vanishing, a few tears welling up in her eyes, which she hastily wiped away with her hands.

She misses her son, but she misses her eldest grandson even more.

You say these two are busy with work all day, and the environment is so harsh, why don't they think of leaving the child in the capital?

I'm semi-retired now, so it would be good for me to help out. Besides, the educational resources here are much better than in the Northwest.

"mom…"

Yingzi was secretly wiping away her tears when she heard her daughter shouting and yelling in the room.

"Hey, what's going on here? There are peanuts frying in the pan!"

"My brother is on the phone, he wants to talk to you, come quick!"

Hearing that it was her son calling, Yingzi didn't even care whether the peanuts were fried enough; she shoveled them into a plate and hurriedly went back to her room.

Clang! The plate hit the table, almost spilling the peanuts inside.

Yingzi had already taken the microphone and was chatting with her son and eldest grandson with a big smile.

Yang Jianguo was left staring at the freshly fried peanuts on the plate, shaking his head with a wry smile.

It was half-cooked, not even salted, let alone shaken evenly. "Fine, I'll do it!"

Picking up the peanuts, Yang Jianguo went back to the kitchen to start fiddling with them again.

After frying the peanuts until they were slightly charred, pour them into a bowl, sprinkle with salt, toss them back and forth to mix the salt evenly, and then plate them. When we returned to the house, Yingzi was as happy as a flower.

"Jianguo, Zhiyuan just told me some good news. His whole family is coming back to celebrate the Chinese New Year this year."

"Really? That's great! Now we won't have to worry about it being lonely during the New Year."

Hearing the two of them exchanging pleasantries, Zhiyi feigned embarrassment and annoyance: "Look how happy you two are! In previous years, it was so quiet and not lively when I celebrated with you."

Yingzi glared at her, 'What a character.'

He was happy at the moment and didn't bother with Yingzi's mischief.

Thinking about how many dishes to cook for the New Year, I suddenly remembered something else: "Call Tongwei and ask him if he can come back for the New Year. If he can, our whole family will be together."

"Okay, I see now. In this family, I'm the only one who's disliked."

Seeing Yingzi raise her hand to hit her, Zhiyi quickly dodged and ran off laughing to make a phone call, making a face at her mother as she dialed.

Yingzi pointed and laughed, scolding, "This girl, I wonder who she takes after?"

Chapter 785 Casual Chatting, He Daqing Suddenly Appears

"Of course I look like you, I'm your precious daughter."

Zhiyi tilted her head and rested it on her mother's shoulder, acting like a spoiled child.

Yingzi also looked at her with doting eyes, letting her act spoiled and silly.

Although she was sent abroad at a very young age, Zhiyi still believes that she was a child who was pampered and loved as she grew up.

Given the conditions back then, long-distance call charges were incredibly expensive.

Not to mention international calls; Yingzi would call at least once a week to inquire about the details of her life and her recent situation, but rarely would she mention her studies.

In her own words, "That's what your father should care about. I, as the mother, care even more about whether my daughter and son are doing well in a foreign country, whether they have enough to eat, whether they are warm enough, whether they have made friends, and whether they have been bullied."

Every time she comes home, she personally goes to the airport or train station to pick her up, and prepares a large table of dishes in advance, all of which are her and her brother's favorite foods.

Therefore, whether in terms of material or spiritual aspects, Zhiyi has never felt that she lacks anything.

I had some doubts when I was young, but as I've gotten older, especially after becoming a mother myself, I've come to understand more and more every decision my parents made back then.

They gave up long-term companionship and endured the torment of longing, making the best choice for themselves and their elder brother.

Today, the eldest brother is a rising star in the Northwest's science and technology sector. In recent years, there has been less and less news about him, but this does not mean that he is not valued. On the contrary, he is highly valued.

Most of the research findings and awards were suppressed, known only to the individual and a few leading figures and senior executives in the relevant fields.

Why do I do this? Just look at what my own father is going through today and you'll know.

Even in the capital city, right at the foot of the imperial city, enemy agents could still get close to him; how much more so in the desolate and fiercely independent Northwest?

As far as Zhiyi knows, the number of senior technical personnel who died in accidents last year alone has exceeded double digits.

It may not sound like a lot, but each of these people has made significant achievements in their respective fields. They are project leaders and innovative talents in their respective professions, and are top talents who are expected to make groundbreaking achievements.

Yet these precious talents were taken away by seemingly ordinary accidents.

The above has discussed this several times, whether or not to forcibly restrict the freedom of these people, but all those who are able to achieve outstanding results have a strange common problem.

Unruly and rebellious, he hates having his freedom restricted, especially when it comes to his research and profession.

If you restrict his freedom today, he will dare to try every means to sneak away tomorrow, or he will try to outsmart you, putting himself in an even more dangerous situation.

As a result, each discussion ended inconclusively.

Ke Zhiyi could clearly sense that there were more eyes watching her now.

Perhaps because her family often comes into contact with people in this field, her counter-surveillance abilities far exceed those of ordinary people, and she can often discover those unintentional observations and protections.

As I said before, this is the capital city, right at the foot of the imperial city.

Her security level has to be raised from time to time, which shows that there are undercurrents beneath the calm surface.

That's why Zhiyi reacted so strongly to her father being attacked by enemy agents; the situation was clearly not optimistic.

"What new developments have you made at work recently?"

Suppressing her worries, Zhiyi mentioned that the neural network architecture for the 'simulated prosthetic limb' project has been basically completed.

The bio-exploration company specializing in prosthetic limbs has a strategic cooperation agreement with them, and this technology will inevitably be applied to the battlefield in the future.

Yang Jianguo certainly understood this principle, but the progress of the times would not be altered by personal will.