Life in siheyuan era

Zhou Zhiyuan summarized his success into three magic weapons. He rarely used the "Spiritual Victory Method," often forgot to use the "Language Acumen Amplifier," but "The Great Shift of No Other Way" could be used at this moment.

The prerequisite for activating this magic weapon was familiarity with the Thirty-Six Stratagems. The method used must have a name, whether it was a misnomer or a metaphor, the name couldn't be wrong.

Just now, he had used the strategies of "Crossing the Sea Under Cover of Darkness" and "Feint to the East, Attack in the West," but it wasn't his fault that they failed.

"Crossing the Sea Under Cover of Darkness" succeeded because the opponent didn't expect it, and "Feint to the East, Attack in the West" succeeded because the opponent didn't anticipate it. Therefore, when Han Xue and the others were both thinking and anticipating, it was impossible for him to succeed with his schemes.

But he had a good attitude; if one plan didn't work, he'd come up with another.

This plan was temporarily named "Creating Something from Nothing." With the plan decided, Zhou Zhiyuan walked to Han Xue's side, ready to implement it.

First, he reached into his shoulder bag with his left hand and took out a notebook, placing it on his right hand. Then, he used his left hand to open the notebook, raised his left hand to take the pen from his upper pocket, bit the pen cap, unscrewed the pen, and then put the cap on the end of the pen.

Finally, he held the pen in his left hand, raised it above the notebook, struck a pose, looked up at Han Xue, and asked in a low voice, "Section Chief Han, what do I do?"

Seeing his series of actions, everyone widened their eyes, wondering what he was going to do.

At this moment, a childish voice came from the crowd: "Uncle's movements are very awkward."

Children speak without reservation; only children speak without any hesitation.

Immediately, an old voice followed: "There must be something wrong with his right hand."

The old man was experienced and knowledgeable; seeing his movements, he knew the clue.

Then, an old woman expressed her feelings, "What a pity!"

Zhou Zhiyuan broke his right hand's finger bones with one punch, then struck his sternum with the back of his right hand, and then kneed him in the abdomen. This intense pain frightened him, but what frightened him the most was the backhand strike.

At that time, the feeling was terrible. It felt like his heart was jumping out of his throat, but his trachea couldn't take a breath. Just when he was about to suffocate, a mouthful of blood spurted out, allowing him to recover.

This strike made Xu Laosan know that Zhou Zhiyuan could make him lie on the ground unable to move at any time, and might even suffocate him to death.

This feeling frightened him. In addition, Hu Feng's words "inner strength expert" made Xu Laosan completely afraid.

What a tough guy fears the most is an inner strength expert. Thick skin and flesh are useless against inner strength experts. The so-called inner strength goes from the outside to the inside, attacking the internal organs and meridians. Not to mention him, a tough guy, even a master of external martial arts wouldn't provoke an inner strength expert.

He was afraid of Zhou Zhiyuan, but he couldn't run when Zhou Zhiyuan came. Xu Laoer was dizzy and didn't dare to move, so he couldn't abandon Xu Laoer and run away, nor could he show weakness in front of his brothers. He gritted his teeth and held on, and couldn't help but shudder when he saw Zhou Zhiyuan's right hand at this time.

And Zhou Zhiyuan's plan of "Creating Something from Nothing" was to reveal this right hand to deter Xu Laosan, glance at Xu Laosan's legs, and then turn his gaze back to Han Xue, listening to her say in a deep voice: "This comrade knows you, talk to him."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiyuan secretly praised "smart." Han Xue didn't ask about the matter but arranged for him to do it, which reflected her intelligence.

The two cooperated well. Zhou Zhiyuan nodded, turned to Xu Laosan, took a few steps forward, and when he stopped, his right foot was in front and his left foot was behind, with his feet staggered by half a step.

In the eyes of outsiders, this posture should be to make it easier for him to write with his left hand.

But in Xu Laosan's eyes, Zhou Zhiyuan's left fist could strike successfully at any time, his left knee could strike his abdomen at any time, and a strike with his right hand could suffocate him again, and then spitting blood would be a matter of moments.

This posture reminded Xu Laosan of the three blows he had suffered last night, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. Just as he stood firm, Zhou Zhiyuan had already stood in front of him again.

Seeing this scene, Han Xue blinked her eyes gently. She had learned martial arts and practiced gliding steps at the police academy, but she had never seen this kind of footwork. As Xu Laosan retreated, Zhou Zhiyuan's left foot slid, and as soon as it touched his right foot, it slid out again, and then his right foot followed and slid out, maintaining the same distance from Xu Laosan.

His upper body didn't move, and his feet were connected like a sliding snake, winding forward smoothly and seamlessly, without any sloppiness.

This action made it seem like he hadn't moved, but everyone clearly saw Xu Laosan take two steps back, and the four young men also retreated with him. Such an action couldn't be concealed, but Zhou Zhiyuan, who clearly hadn't moved, was still standing in front of Xu Laosan, with the distance between the two unchanged.

Seeing this scene, Wan Chunfang and Wang Dagang blinked together, and everyone else blinked too, but Xu Laosan blinked but didn't dare to retreat any further, and asked bitterly, "What do you want to do?"

Hearing him ask, Zhou Zhiyuan's face showed a sunny smile, and he said solemnly: "Comrade, we are staff members of the Urban Management Section of the Subdistrict Office. We are here to ask you a few questions. Please cooperate."

As he spoke, Zhou Zhiyuan glanced at the figure's back. The reasonable young man hurriedly walked into the house.

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhou Zhiyuan solemnly asked: "What is your honorable surname, comrade?"

After asking, he held the pen over the notebook. When he didn't hear a response, he looked up at Xu Laosan and asked again: "What is your honorable surname, comrade?"

At this time, he put on a straight face, and a cold light shot out from his slender eyes.

This cold light frightened Xiao Dang, who said his eyes were "cold," but in Xu Laosan's eyes, this was a murderous gaze, and he couldn't help but shudder, and replied in a low voice: "Xu Ji."

"Xu Ji," Zhou Zhiyuan muttered to himself, writing the name in the notebook, and then asked: "How old are you?"

He held the pen in his left hand and the notebook in his right hand, earnestly inquiring about Xu Laosan's resume, asking and writing at the same time, as if he was investigating or interrogating.

At this time, Xu Laosan answered truthfully, feeling that it wasn't a big deal. It was something that could be found out with a little inquiry, so there was no need to hide anything from this fierce god.

With Xu Laosan's cooperation, Zhou Zhiyuan recorded his resume, glanced at the window, saw two figures faintly appearing behind the glass, withdrew his gaze, stared into Xu Laosan's eyes, and asked: "Was the Yanshan Store theft committed by you?"

He asked this question quickly and urgently. Xu Laosan, who had become accustomed to cooperating, blurted out: "I know..."

At this moment, a loud roar came: "Comrade Zhou is here..." Along with the voice, the reasonable young man helped a thin figure out of the door.

Zhou Zhiyuan turned his face to look. He had seen this thin figure before. Before he drew out that whip kick, the thin figure turned his face and wanted to shout something?

What did he want to shout at that time? Zhou Zhiyuan wasn't interested at the time, and he wasn't interested now. At this time, he looked at him with interest, believing that this was Xu Zhong, Xu Laoer, a very scheming person.

There is an old saying in SY, "Too much scheming will stunt your growth."

Zhou Zhinning and Zhou Zhiyuan were both around 1.8 meters tall, so they should be two people without much scheming, while this person was only around 1.66 meters tall, short and thin. Compared to Xu Laosan's tall and burly stature, how much scheming must he have?

So Zhou Zhiyuan asked with great interest: "Did too much scheming delay your growth?"

Everyone was stunned by these words. He really spoke out of the blue!

The thin figure was also stunned, and then replied: "I have always been very honest."

"Impossible..." Zhou Zhiyuan flatly denied, "You are Xu Laosan's older brother. You can tell by comparing the two of you. You have too much scheming, and it's too bad, so you didn't grow tall."

This theory made everyone look at Xu Laosan, then look at Xu Laoer, and then nod gently together, affirming his statement.

These people included the reasonable young man, and also included the three young men. Finally, even Xu Laosan nodded gently. His second brother was indeed quite bad.

Seeing everyone nod, Xu Laoer became anxious. He was very bad, but he had to maintain his outward image, and hurriedly said: "Comrade Zhou is joking. Our parents passed away early, and I didn't grow tall because of malnutrition. In those years, anything good was given to Lao San to eat."

Xu Laoer was indeed slippery, not only defending himself but also playing the sympathy card. Seeing Xu Laosan nodding, he knew that Xu Laoer was good at playing the sympathy card.

And his image was also trying to gain other people's sympathy. The tattered cotton coat revealed the cotton inside, and there were several holes in the cotton hat on his head. He seemed extremely weak, leaning on the reasonable young man, appearing weak and powerless.

With his pitiful appearance, and saying pitiful words, he should gain everyone's sympathy.