Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Not only Yan Jiecheng, but also friends and enemies were all deceived by Zeng Wangcai.

"Do you agree to pay compensation?" Yan Jiecheng asked, resting his elbows on his shoulders.

"You'll pay compensation?" Yan Jiedi stopped grumbling.

What a pleasant surprise! The beating was not in vain.

"Wrong!" Zeng Wangcai shook his finger. "Compensation means I am at fault. That's called compensation. As long as you admit that you are at fault, I can give you some money. You know I have money. A little bit from my fingers will be enough for you to spend."

Zeng Wangcai is filling a hole and digging another one.

As long as it is said that it is compensation, it is equivalent to thinking that Zeng Wangcai is wrong, and there will be endless troubles. Whether you are afraid or not, it will definitely be troublesome.

Yan Jiecheng and his men hesitated for a few seconds when they heard the word "alms", and exchanged glances with each other, as if they were weighing something.

Giving alms sounds unpleasant, but you can get money. Compensating money allows you to stand upright, but you need Zeng Wangcai's consent to give the money.

One can get the money, and the other has a high probability of not getting the money...

"Brother Cai, please be magnanimous and forgive my dad. My dad fell down, and it was his own fault..." The eldest and the fourth brother were still weighing the pros and cons, but the third brother, Yan Jiekuang, who had not been beaten before, made the decision the fastest.

How much is admitting a mistake worth?

Giving alms doesn't sound good, but it's better than having no money at all...

"You are a teachable kid!" Zeng Wangcai nodded with satisfaction and patted Yan Jiekuang on the shoulder. "Tell me, how much money do you want... Sister Liu, go to the store and get some of the sales money. I'll borrow it and I'll pay you back later."

Liu Qunying agreed and went back to the shop to get the money.

When Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiedi saw that Zeng Wangcai was serious, they panicked, fearing that Yan Jiekuang would get there first and take all the money.

"Wangcai, I admit my mistake to you and apologize on behalf of my father."

"Brother Cai, I was wrong. I was the one who cursed first. My sister-in-law was right to beat me..."

Money can make the world go round.

Before they even knew how much money Zeng Wangcai was willing to pay, the Yan siblings began to quarrel among themselves, showing their father's fence-sitting skills to the fullest.

"Alright, everyone has seen your attitude, let's stop here." Zeng Wangcai waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and tell me how much you want. I have something else to do later."

"Hey, hey, hey, let's discuss it." Yan Jiecheng nodded hurriedly and pulled his two younger siblings aside to discuss in a low voice.

The three aunts stood up and moved over, wanting to listen to their discussion.

Yan Jiecheng said impatiently: "Mom, why did you come here? You don't understand, go see my dad."

Yan Bugui heard this and thought to himself, finally someone noticed me...

But the third aunt refused to listen and insisted on listening because she was worried that her son had cheated her out of her money.

In a word, Yan Bugui deeply felt the coldness of the ground and the warmth and coldness of family affection at this moment. For a long time, after the child came, no one looked down at him.

"Wangcai, we have agreed on it. You give this number, and each of our three families will give this number, and then the matter will be over." Yan Jiefang stretched out three fingers.

"What? You want 30,000 yuan, 30,000 yuan for each family. Are you crazy?" Zeng Wangcai shouted exaggeratedly.

"It's not thirty thousand!" Yan Jiecheng explained quickly, "Three hundred, three hundred per family."

The fourth child, Yan Jiedi, was very greedy. She wanted five hundred just now, but Yan Jiefang made the final decision and asked for three hundred.

From the perspective of future generations, three hundred is not a big deal. Putting aside the responsibility, an old man like Yan Bugui who fell down would start out by losing everything he had, and someone like Yan Jiedi who was beaten would start from thirty to fifty thousand. This is the basic market price.

But if converted according to purchasing power, one hundred yuan today is equivalent to more than ten thousand yuan in the future. Three hundred yuan per family is equivalent to forty or fifty thousand yuan, and the total amount of three families is more than one hundred thousand yuan.

So, three hundred yuan is still a large sum of money.

"One hundred per family, three hundred is too much," Zeng Wangcai bargained.

"One hundred is too little." Yan Jiecheng disagreed, "My dad fell like that..."

"Don't mention your dad. We agreed that the responsibility lies with you. If you say that, you won't get a penny."

"Yes, yes, let's not talk about him..." Yan Jiecheng immediately became timid, "Two hundred, two hundred for each family, this is fine, you are so rich, two hundred is not a big deal for you..."

"That's too much, one hundred and one."

"Why is there still a ten-yuan one? If you put it that way, we'll make a concession and give it a hundred and ninety yuan."

"One hundred twenty."

"One hundred and eight..."

Wow, he started bargaining like he was buying something.

Yan Bugui shuddered with fear, mustered up his remaining courage, and slowly... raised one arm, blindly trying to grab something in the air.

But everyone's attention was on bargaining. Only Zeng Wangcai noticed Yan Bugui's lonely hand, but he didn't say anything and just shouted "one hundred and four".

"Enough..." Yan Bugui shouted these two words with all his might, and his arms fell down weakly, raising a cloud of dust.

"Deal!" Zeng Wangcai laughed, "Your father agreed to it himself..."

One price is one hundred and forty, and the total price is four hundred and twenty. Are you buying the troubles of the Yan family?

No, Zeng Wangcai wanted to buy more than this. He took the money from Liu Qunying, counted out three hundred and fourty, and distributed them to Yan Jiecheng's three families: "Given your family's situation, the second floor is definitely not suitable. Don't build a house on the second floor. I will build another one later to prevent your father from falling again."

"It's okay, you can build whatever you want, it's your money anyway." Yan Jiecheng counted the money with a smile.

Although it was much less than three hundred, he had not originally planned to take three hundred. One hundred and fourteen was not a small amount. It was four months' salary for nothing. Why would he need a second floor?

Besides, the second floor is not mine even if it is built, as I already have a house to live in.

"Okay, it's settled. Go see your dad quickly. Your dad just spoke." Zeng Wangcai then reminded Yan Jiefang and the others.

"Ah? Dad is awake?" The three siblings hurried over.

"Old man, I can't hear you..." Auntie leaned over to whisper in Yan Bugui's ear.

"I said... Huhu, I said... I could still be saved..." Yan Bugui felt that he was going to die, not from the fall, but from being angry to death.

I've already dug a hole out of my body, and you guys are just asking for money. Where's the ambulance?

"Yes, yes, rescue, rescue..." The third aunt hurriedly looked for Xu Damao, "Xu Damao, where is the ambulance you called for? Why hasn't it come yet?"

"Who called an ambulance?"

"Didn't you call an ambulance?"

"I didn't. I went to call Wangcai."

"..."

The whole branch was broken, and no one called an ambulance...

One day later, in the evening, in front of the grocery store.

The cultural activity center and gossip-dispersing base in Nanluoguxiang has been completely formed.

Zeng Wangcai put a color TV at the door of the shop and started playing programs in the evening, which led to more and more people coming here. After dinner, many people brought small stools over to watch TV because there were not enough benches here.

"Old Li, have you heard? Yan Bugui from Yard 95 has become a vegetable."

"When did this happen? I saw him playing chess the day before yesterday. How come he has become a vegetable?"

"He fell from the roof, but his children were too busy asking Wangcai for money to take him to the hospital. If they had gone too late, he would have become a vegetable..."