Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Yi Zhonghai borrowed 10,000 yuan from Zeng Wangcai, most of which he spent on Sha Zhu and the other small amount on Yan Bugui.

The money spent on Sha Zhu is not so bad, as it is considered as Yi Zhonghai's investment. With Sha Zhu's ability, it is only a matter of time for him to earn it back in the future.

But the money from Yan Bugui was obviously wasted.

If Zeng Wangcai had been brainwashed by Yi Zhonghai at the beginning, the trouble now would be Zeng Wangcai's.

"Zeng Wangcai, have you been waiting here since early morning?" Seeing Zeng Wangcai's true intentions, Yi Zhonghai stood up and said, "I told you that you have bad intentions. You even repaired our house for free and built a second floor. You are attracted to our house, right?"

"Uncle, if you say that, I will..." Zeng Wangcai smiled cunningly, "Admit it, I like houses, I like yards, I wish the whole courtyard would be occupied by our family."

Let me be frank. I won't pretend anymore. I just want to buy some property and drive you all out.

"You are dreaming, you still want to be a prince?" Yi Zhonghai was angry, "Don't you see what era this is? You are still dreaming of being a local emperor."

"Okay, then pay me back. Ten thousand yuan. Pay it back now and I'll be lenient with you. I won't charge you interest."

"I......"

"What do you mean? I know you have money. You haven't even moved your coffin."

Yi Zhonghai was so frightened by what Zeng Wangcai said that he dared not say a word.

Since he started working, Yi Zhonghai's salary has not been low. Later, he became an eighth-level fitter with a monthly salary of 99 yuan. Afterwards, he and Liu Haizhong switched to a cannon factory, and his salary increased even more.

Later on, Zeng Wangcai’s details are not very clear. However, no matter how honest Yi Zhonghai was, under the influence of Liu Haizhong, how could he not make some money?

Therefore, Zeng Wangcai estimated that even if Yi Zhonghai did not have ten thousand yuan in his hand, he had at least eight cents, and maybe, like Liu Haizhong, he had something bright yellow hidden in some corner.

"I don't have any money!" Yi Zhonghai sighed dejectedly, "You are so rich, you don't need this little bit, just give me some time, when Sha Zhu's restaurant makes money, I will return you the principal with interest."

"The house of the deaf old lady is what I left for Shazhu's child, for his child to get married..."

"Come on, Shazhu even has his wife..." Zeng Wangcai suddenly realized, "You can't be referring to..."

Damn, the old guy is awesome.

He actually brought the plot back without saying anything. Is he trying to bring Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu together?

Zeng Wangcai guessed it right, this was exactly what Yi Zhonghai was planning now.

The old man was worried sick about his retirement and how to keep Shazhu as a financial supporter.

"He's not young anymore, he'll get married eventually." Yi Zhonghai seemed to have aged several dozen years, and said pitifully, "I'm a lone man, and it's useless to keep the house and property. As for Shazhu, I've watched him grow up since he was a child, so it's normal for me to leave the property to him, so please be merciful..."

If you can't be tough, should you just play the victim?

Zeng Wangcai sneered, "Don't try to be so rude. If you keep nagging me, I'll dig you up. Do you believe me?"

"What roots do I have?"

"Don't admit it?" Zeng Wangcai took a deep puff of cigarette and exhaled. His whole face slowly emerged from behind the smoke and he said in Yi Zhonghai's creepy tone, "Well, I'll invest one million and contract Fengze Garden and give it to Sha Zhu to take care of. Do you think Sha Zhu will still stay in this little restaurant and mess around with you?"

"You..." Yi Zhonghai stood up suddenly, shocked, angry, and scared. He was really dug up by Zeng Wangcai.

"Yi Zhonghai!" Zeng Wangcai called the old man by his full name. "I know all your little tricks. You are not my target now. If you don't mess with me, I won't snatch my son from you. If you help me get the house back, you can enjoy your old age."

"I..." Yi Zhonghai couldn't bear Zeng Wangcai's frank words.

All along, Yi Zhonghai has been hiding behind the scenes and playing dirty, never saying things directly.

And what Zeng Wangcai said was exactly what he was thinking at the moment.

It's almost the 1980s now. I can't spend all day arguing about trivial matters with those people in Siheyuan just because my dad likes it, right?

Just bring the whole yard in and have everyone else get out.

"If you take the house away, where will we live?"

"Don't worry, I'll find a place for you, and you can tell me whether you agree or not."

"..."

After thinking for a long time, Yi Zhonghai raised his last question: how could a house be bought and sold privately?

"It's none of your business!" Zeng Wangcai said, "Sign the agreement, write down your signature, and if the deal goes through, it'll be mine. If it doesn't, I'll be the one to suffer."

There are still a few years before and after, right?

I can't remember when I could buy and sell a house...

"If you agree, you don't have to pay back the ten thousand yuan." Zeng Wangcai saw Yi Zhonghai hesitated and increased the bid again, "The deaf old lady's house, Sha Zhu's house, and your house, ten thousand, I'll buy them.

"If you nod, you don't have to pay back the ten thousand yuan. You can live here until I find a house for you. Also, there are 21 households in the yard. You take the lead and ask every household to sell their house to me. I will give you a 5% commission."

Yi Zhonghai was hooked, he didn't care about money, but Sha Zhu wanted money now.

The most important thing is that if he did as Zeng Wangcai said, Sha Zhu would stop associating with Zeng Wangcai.

"Okay..." Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and agreed.

Crackling!

I don’t know who is coming to the opposite door again. There is a sound of firecrackers outside the door. The loud noise makes Yi Zhonghai sit down dejectedly. He doesn’t know if this decision will make him regret it.

In the next two days, Zeng Wangcai asked Lao Wu to clean up the yard No. 74.

This courtyard also has three entrances. The original owner was a bannerman. His ancestors’ belongings were all squandered, and he finally wanted to go to Guandong to make a living, so he sold the house at a discount.

"Uncle, what's going on?" Sha Zhu was busy in the kitchen, and said to Yi Zhonghai who came to help, "The first business of our restaurant is funerals. What do you think? How are we going to do this business in the future?"

"Stop nagging and cook the food quickly. They are all neighbors..."

"Neighbors, does Yan Jiecheng treat us as neighbors? My goodness, eleven tables, not a penny, how could you agree to such a thing?"

How did you agree?

Isn't it for you? If they make trouble every day, will this business still be able to continue?

"This is the last time. I won't have any dealings with the Yan family anymore." Yi Zhonghai said in a muffled voice.

"How is that possible?" Sha Zhu picked up a dish from the pot and pouted, "We are all neighbors. We see each other every day. How can we not interact with each other?"

"Don't worry, we'll bury Old Yan today, and they'll move out tomorrow."