Siheyuan, my new life

Yi Zhonghai no longer cared about maintaining his honest image. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "I was kind-hearted and just wanted to help my neighbors. How could I know that Lou Bancheng and his gang stole and sold special steel from the steel mill? He Daqing, you just said that I cheated the old lady one after another. Then tell me, what else did I cheat the old lady? Don't make up nonsense and frame me without evidence."

He Daqing took out a cigarette and lit it before continuing: "I guess everyone should know what happened between Yan Bugui and I tonight, right? In fact, to put it bluntly, it was all because of the job quota. You may already know that my son He Yuzhu became a formal employee of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill today, but he was able to get this quota not with the help of me as a father, but relying on his own cooking skills. Although Zhuzi is only sixteen years old this year, his cooking skills are already 70% to 80% of my level. This is not me, He Daqing, bragging about myself, but the Deputy Director Li in charge of logistics at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and Director Xu of the cafeteria said it on the spot after tasting the dishes made by Zhuzi. All the employees in the small cafeteria present can prove it. Let's be honest, Zhuzi was able to get this opportunity to try the dishes, or Thanks to the recommendation of Director Lin who lives in the west wing. The men in our city are not the kind of people who like to work hard. In order to express my gratitude to Director Lin, I borrowed a few cigarette and alcohol tickets from several leaders and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and two bottles of Maotai liquor. As soon as I walked into the gate of our courtyard, Yan Bugui came up to me like a mangy dog, and insisted on bringing his dried fish to my house to taste the Maotai liquor and Zhonghua cigarettes. At that time, I felt as uncomfortable as if I had swallowed a dead fly. This Yan Bugui still claimed to be a scholar, and he was so shameless. The cigarettes and alcohol in my hands were some gifts that I planned to bring when I visited Director Lin in the evening. How could I agree to Yan Bugui's request? So I scolded him and went home to eat. After dinner, I took the cigarettes and went home to eat. After going out for a drink, I ran into the haunting Yan Bugui again. This time he was even more excessive. He kept asking me to arrange a job for his son Yan Jiecheng, and even dragged those unemployed people in our courtyard to blackmail me morally. I don’t understand, where did Yan Bugui get the nerve to say such things? Everyone knows how hard it is to get a job nowadays? Yan Bugui asked me to find more than ten jobs with just one lip. Did I dig up Yan Bugui’s ancestral grave or throw Yan Bugui’s child into the well? How could he hurt me like this? Not to mention that I am just a deputy director of the canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, even the secretary or director of the steel rolling mill would not agree to his unreasonable request. To be honest, if I hadn’t agreed with Director Lin in advance to visit him tonight, I would have slapped him to death. You bastard, everyone, judge for yourself. Is what Yan Bugui said a human being? I guess if you encounter this kind of thing, nine out of ten people would slap him twice, but there is a person in our courtyard who stood up to support Yan Bugui and mediated the conflict between me and Yan Bugui. I don’t understand. From this incident, no matter how much I say, I have no responsibility. It is completely Yan Bugui who shamelessly extorted under the banner of helping neighbors. Under normal circumstances, as the manager of the courtyard, shouldn’t he criticize and educate Yan Bugui in a big way? Obviously, Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui are birds of a feather, and they are in cahoots with each other. How could he watch Yan Bugui being criticized by everyone? Yi Zhonghai felt that he was not sure to deal with me, so he used sweet words to encourage the old lady in the backyard to come out. The reason why I said that you, Yi Zhonghai, are cheating the old lady again, you should not be unconvinced. Do you know the true identity of Yan Bugui, who is in cahoots with you and is the same as you?"

Hearing He Daqing's words, everyone present looked at Yan Bugui in confusion, who had just huddled into a ball. At this moment, Yan Bugui was like a frightened rabbit, his small eyes behind his tortoise-shell glasses widened as he stared at He Daqing with horror on his face.

Yi Zhonghai's heart sank when he noticed Yan Bugui's expression. Just from Yan Bugui's expression, he could tell that there was definitely something wrong with his identity. But this put him in a passive position. No wonder the deaf old lady ignored him after talking to He Daqing in the house and let Sha Zhu help her back to the backyard. Yi Zhonghai regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. He just wanted to take the opportunity to suppress He Daqing's arrogance, but it was a pity that his teammates were so useless. What should he do now to get out of this situation smoothly?

At this time, someone who was impatient shouted: "Director He, please stop keeping us in suspense and tell us who Yan Bugui is. He can't be an enemy spy, right?"

Before He Daqing could answer, someone nearby said, "Look at Yan Bugui's skinny appearance. Do you think he can hold a gun?" Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this.

I don't know when He Yuzhu has returned to the venue. He was fiddling with a pack of Sanwu cigarettes in his hand and had already lit a cigarette. He said loudly with disdain: "Everyone saw it, right? My dad's bad habit of keeping things a secret at critical moments is the most annoying. I don't know how many times I have told him off, but it's a pity that there is no cure."

Everyone laughed after hearing this. He Daqing laughed and scolded: "You stinky boy, Director Lin gave me and Deputy Director Li a few cartons of foreign cigarettes as a return gift, and I haven't tasted the flavor yet, but you smoked it first. You are surrounded by your uncles, brothers and sisters. How can you eat it alone? Go back and get two more boxes and share them with everyone to taste it."

He Yuzhu agreed and ran home quickly, shouting as he ran: "You are so stingy for taking your pack of cigarettes. My grandma told me, what's yours is mine and what's mine is still mine." He quickly returned to the meeting place in the Intermediate Court with three packs of cigarettes in his hand. He opened the cigarette pack directly and distributed the cigarettes to everyone present one by one.

He Daqing also lit up a cigarette, and couldn't help but feel amused. With his son's temper, how could he say those words just now? Obviously, this was all taught to him by the old lady just now. This way, he could also use the name of the person in the west wing to put pressure on everyone present.

Seeing that everyone had lit up a cigarette, He Daqing said loudly without waiting for others to urge him: "I wonder if everyone still remembers Yan Wenzhai, who was known as the living king of hell and was suppressed by the government two years ago for exploiting the vast majority of workers, supplying inferior bedding to the northern front, and seeking huge profits? Our third uncle Yan Bugui, the manager of the No. 95 courtyard, is Yan Wenzhai's illegitimate son, or in layman's terms, the son born to Yan Wenzhai's concubine."