Professor Dong went to Jiangxi to do some archaeological work. This time it was a tomb complex and the trip would take quite a while. Fifth Grandpa and Sun Mofei took over her job and served Xingxing personally every day. If there was any sign of trouble, they would rush her to the Space Hospital.

It was the early days of reform and opening up, and the arrival of the economic era had allowed every household to feel the benefits of reform and opening up. Take the clothing industry, for example. As long as you were hardworking and had the capital, you could bring clothes from Guangzhou to Kyoto to sell, and the supply would simply exceed the demand.

In Jiangjia Hutong, there was a child like this. She lived next door to the Jiangs, her name was Zhao Hongmei. She wasn't well-educated, not because she didn't like studying, but because her family's background prevented her from attending. Later, there was a school for children of workers and peasants, but Zhao Hongmei's background was so bad that she couldn't even attend. She was even afraid of being beaten by those wearing armbands if she wandered around.

Now that the movement was over and Zhao Hongmei had grown up, it was impossible for her to return to school. But she was smart and knew how to seize opportunities. She started by making a small profit from selling goods to middlemen. With the money, the family's food supply improved. The smell of meat could often be smelled in the Jiang family's yard. It was obvious that it was her family that was selling meat.

In recent months, Zhao Hongmei bought a bicycle and worked as hard as a little bee, going out early and coming back late. Jiang Huashu sometimes came back late, and seeing that Zhao Hongmei still looked tired, he said to Professor Dong that this child would have a bright future.

Fifth Grandpa has been negotiating with a bankrupt factory these days. He's met with them twice and is preparing materials for the bargaining phase. This factory used to be a state-owned firecracker factory, but now the market is highly competitive, and all kinds of new firecrackers are emerging.

The fatal weakness of state-owned factories is the people who slack off every day. They don't have a good business model to begin with, relying solely on connections. Add to that these parasite-like employees, and what's the point of them going bankrupt?

The closure of a state-owned factory wasn't as easy as closing a private one. A mountain of problems lay ahead, leaving no one willing to take over. Furthermore, the factory, which manufactured firecrackers, was far from the city, adding to the costs of shipping the goods, further hindered the company's willingness to take over.

Fifth Grandpa was drawn to the long distance; otherwise, with so many unresolved issues, who would be willing to take on this hot potato? Before his acquisition department could even agree on a price with the governing body, over a dozen people arrived early in the morning. They banged on the door loudly, cursing and slamming. Luckily, the children were already in school; they looked like they were looking for trouble.

Jiang Shaoming had put on his clothes and was about to go to work when he heard some banging on the door. He went forward to open it and saw four or five holes in the door. His anger instantly rose when he saw the holes.

"Who smashed it?" Jiang Shaoming asked, suppressing his anger.

At this time, the neighbors all came out. The next door to the house was Zhao Hongmei's house. Zhao Hongmei, her sister Zhao Lamei and thirteen-year-old Zhao Huamei rushed over with weapons in their hands.

Professor Dong gets along well with the people in the alley. In the past, when Zhao Hongmei's family didn't have enough to eat, Professor Dong asked the nanny to deliver rice and flour many times at night. These three young ladies really support the Jiang family.

Zhao Hongmei's parents had a lot of assets at home, and people at that time were so cruel that they tortured them to death in order to find out the whereabouts of their property. As a result, the torture was so severe that their bodies could not withstand it and they died.

Children without parents are the most pitiful. Everyone in the alley knows what their family has experienced. No ordinary people can live in this alley. Although they feel sorry for themselves, they could hardly protect themselves at that time, and no one could stand up and speak.