Siheyuan, my new life

The leading public security officer called over two colleagues and started counting the valuables in the small box in front of Fang Dahu and another resident of the courtyard.

When the small box was opened, the neighbors who were leaning on the windows of Yan Bugui's house to watch the fun could not help but exclaim in surprise. No one had expected that Yan Bugui, who had been crying poor in front of everyone, actually had so much money at home. The four bundles of big black tens alone were a full four thousand yuan, and the scattered banknotes next to them were at least several hundred yuan, not to mention that there were quite a few large and small yellow croakers under the banknotes.

Suddenly, rapid breathing sounds were heard at the same time, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the small box placed on the floor of Yan Bugui's bedroom. To be more precise, they were greedily staring at the banknotes and gold. You know, among the residents living in Courtyard No. 95, although many people work in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, even a first-level technician has a monthly salary of 33 yuan. In addition to the daily expenses of the family, they will save a little for emergencies.

But even if they live frugally like this, the money they can save each year is very little. Currently, there are only a few households in the No. 95 courtyard house who can save more than 1,000 yuan.

But there are more than 4,000 yuan in cash in this small box alone, not to mention the more valuable large and small yellow croakers. How could this not make those people at the window jealous?

It is because of the presence of public security personnel that these people dare not act rashly. Otherwise, it is hard to imagine what would happen.

The residents who arrived later could not see what was going on inside the house at all, but after hearing about what was inside from the neighbors leaning on the window, they all wanted to take a quick look. It was a public security officer standing at the door who shouted to stop them, so these people could only stand obediently with their necks stretched out.

When the police entered Yan Bugui's home, they untied the ropes that bound him and handcuffed him directly. Yan Bugui leaned against the wall with a sallow face and weak energy. He was tied up with ropes for a whole night, and now his whole body was numb and he could hardly stand up straight.

But when Yan Bugui saw the police officers search out the small box from under the bed, he rushed to the bedroom as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, and shouted hoarsely: "You can't take all those things. Only the 29 large yellow croakers are the resettlement allowance I got from the Yan family. The rest are what I saved through my frugal life over the years."

The two police officers easily restrained the struggling Yan Bugui and shouted at him: "Behave yourself!"

The leading public security officer turned around and glanced at Yan Bugui, who had a ferocious look on his face, and said coldly: "Yan Bugui, all the property you obtained from the Yan family is considered stolen money. According to regulations, all of it will be handed over to the state treasury. As for your personal legal income, it will be returned to your family in full. As for you, you should wait for the court's decision."

At this time, the public security officer in charge of counting the property reported loudly: "Captain Jiao, the contents of the box have been counted. There are 4,650 yuan in cash, 29 large yellow croakers, 7 small yellow croakers, and 100 silver dollars."

Captain Jiao took out a stack of documents from his military bag, filled them out quickly, and asked Fang Dahu and another neighbor at the scene, as well as Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua to sign and confirm them. He left a copy of the document for Yang Ruihua, and finally ordered: "Escort Yan Bugui and take the searched items back to the station."

After the police officers from the police station escorted Yan Bugui away, the residents of Courtyard No. 95 who gathered in the front yard and nearby residents who had come to watch the excitement gathered in groups of three or five, discussing in low voices what had just happened. From time to time, bursts of exclamations were heard from the crowd. It was obvious that everyone was surprised that so many valuables could be found in the home of Yan Bugui, who always cried poor.

He Daqing did not go out to join in the fun. He was having breakfast with his daughter Yu Shui. He Yuzhu, who had just watched the excitement from outside, was vividly describing everything he had seen.

Also not going out to watch the fun were Yi Zhonghai and his wife. Last night's meeting of the entire courtyard had completely ruined Yi Zhonghai's reputation in Courtyard No. 95. Not only did he lose face and have his disguise as a gentleman torn off by He Daqing, he also lost his position as the manager. It can be said that he completely destroyed the retirement atmosphere that he had created with great difficulty in Courtyard No. 95, and almost ruined his own retirement plan.

Yi Zhonghai pondered for half the night last night, but couldn't think of any good way to deal with the current extremely unfavorable situation. Finally, his wife Qu Xiuqin reminded him that as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Now the most urgent task is to keep his job in the Red Star Steel Mill. Don't think about upgrading his fitter level for the time being. Based on his understanding of those fence-sitters in the courtyard, they will definitely publicize their affairs and ruin their reputation if they go to the steel mill today.

According to the promotion assessment requirements just announced by the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, even if his fitter level reached level seven, no leader would agree to let him take the assessment. Yi Zhonghai was very clear about this.

After a night of careful consideration, Yi Zhonghai decided to concentrate on studying the locksmith technique in the days to come. He decided not to care about the rumors from the outside world for the time being. He believed that after three or two years, people would slowly forget about it all. As long as he could be promoted to level eight locksmith, who would dare to slander and talk about him behind his back?

Of course, Yi Zhonghai will definitely not let He Daqing, the culprit who caused all this, go easily. It seems that he has to urge the White Widow to act quickly. As long as He Daqing is driven out of the city, I believe that Courtyard No. 95 will sooner or later return to his control.

The sound of banging on the door in the front yard early this morning also alarmed Yi Zhonghai and his wife. Qu Xiuqin slipped out to take a look and then returned home.

Yi Zhonghai is now extremely angry with Yan Bugui, a guy who is always causing trouble but not doing anything good. If Yan Bugui had not been causing trouble last night, how could everything that happened next have happened?

Although Yi Zhonghai and his wife were sitting at home, they could still hear the discussions in the front yard clearly. When they learned that Yan Bugui's family had 29 large yellow croakers, 7 small yellow croakers, 100 silver dollars and 4,650 yuan in cash, Yi Zhonghai and his wife's eyes flashed with greed.

This is definitely a huge sum of money. According to the current bank recycling price, gold is about eight yuan per gram. Each small yellow croaker is 33 grams, which is more than 260 yuan; each large yellow croaker is 333 grams and is worth more than 2,600 yuan. The gold in Yan Bugui's family alone is worth more than 70,000 yuan, plus 4,650 yuan in cash. What an amazing fortune.

Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but secretly despise Yan Bugui. With so much money, Yan Bugui still had to eat cornmeal steamed buns with a few pickled vegetables every day. He was reluctant to eat or drink, and he would mix two taels of liquor with half a bottle of water. He lived frugally but ended up with nothing.