Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Hearing Li Weijun's indignant joke, Yi Zhonghai found it difficult to figure out Li Weijun's thoughts for a moment.

Is he really confused, or is he pretending to be confused even though he knows the truth?

I can’t see through it, I can’t see through it!

If Li Weijun was just a bucket of water before, Yi Zhonghai could see through his depth with just a glance.

Then the current of Li Weijun is like still water with deep currents. It seems calm and peaceful, but in fact there is a ferocious beast lurking inside, waiting to devour its prey.

And the beast must have bad intentions!

This is intuition, and Yi Zhonghai's intuition has never been wrong.

He lit a cigarette with a forced smile and puffed out a cloud of smoke.

Yi Zhonghai frowned and said, "Since it is Deputy Director Li's arrangement, we have to buy it. Money is not a problem. When you get off work tonight, come back to the factory to find me. I will ask your aunt to count out the money for the steel watch for you. The workshop has a lot of work to do and cannot do without people, so I will go back to the workshop first."

"By the way, you becoming a projectionist is something we should celebrate. I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative tonight to buy a few pounds of pork heads and a bottle of Lao Baigan. We won't go home until we're drunk."

Yi Zhonghai was about to leave, but Li Weijun stopped him with a smile: "Uncle, what I mean is, should the money left by my parents and the street be returned to its original owner?"

"That money? What money, Weijun? For so many years, I and your aunt have treated you like a relative. It's awkward for a family to talk about money. Besides, that money is for starting a family in the future. You spend it lavishly and have no sense of propriety. I'd better keep it for you. If you need anything, just ask for it."

How could Yi Zhonghai easily spit out the meat he had eaten with great difficulty? He quickly played the family card and tried to deceive the person with earnest words.

This old fox just didn't know that Li Weijun was waiting for Yi Zhonghai to say this.

He immediately took out the bicycle ticket from his pocket and laughed: "The uncle taught me a lesson. I was short-sighted. We are all family. It's embarrassing to talk about money. I still have bicycle tickets. It would be a pity if I don't buy a bicycle. I'll ask the aunt to give me some money tonight."

"What the hell? Bicycle tickets!"

Jia Dongxu, who was watching the show on the side, breathed a little quickly. He moved closer to take a look and saw that it was actually a Phoenix brand bicycle.

His eyes immediately revealed envy that could not be concealed. Who wouldn't want to ride a bicycle to get off work in style these days?

The thought of being able to push the bicycle leisurely and comfortably amid the envious and jealous gazes of everyone else made him sit on the bicycle on tiptoe like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Jia Dongxu was itching to buy one, but unfortunately the product was in short supply and the department store only had a few of them available every day.

Jia Dongxu had neither money nor a bicycle ticket, so he could only stare with tears in his eyes.

Seeing Li Weijun taking out the bicycle ticket, Yi Zhonghai's mouth twitched and he wanted to refuse, but words spoken cannot be taken back.

In addition to the kind-hearted image he has worked so hard to build over the years, Yi Zhonghai has no choice but to maintain his dignity.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Since it's Director Li's order, then I should do it. As for bicycles, it's really unreasonable for a projectionist to not have a bicycle to get around."

However, just as he finished speaking, Li Weijun smiled evilly and slowly pushed the bicycle ticket open with his thumb, revealing the remaining two tickets hidden underneath.

"Oh, in that case, thank you for your trouble and expense."

Li Weijun had long anticipated that Yi Zhonghai would not surrender obediently. In that case, he might as well speak frankly.

The minimum price of a bicycle is 180 yuan, so three bicycles cost 540 yuan. Add the steel watch for 80 yuan, and the total is 620 yuan.

Six hundred and twenty dollars!

This is not a small amount!

It’s not sixty-two yuan, nor is it six quick twenty yuan, nor is it sixty-two cents.

It was a thick stack of big black coins, which would make anyone tremble with fear.

Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and his vision instantly became dim.

Jia Dongxu, who was stunned at the side, realized something was wrong, and quickly pinched Yi Zhonghai's philtrum, and shouted in pain: "Master, Master, don't fall asleep, you are an eighth-level fitter in the steel rolling mill, and you are the only one in the whole courtyard. It's just six months' salary, it's just a small amount of money."

After a flurry of activity, Yi Zhonghai finally regained consciousness. His lips turned pale and he said bitterly, "Wei Jun, was it Deputy Director Li's idea to buy so many bicycles?"

Li Weijun, who was using the tiger skin for protection, nodded solemnly: "Three bicycles, they are all very useful. One is for me as a buyer, one is for me to ride when I go to the countryside to show movies, and the other is a spare. In case one of them breaks down, it will not cause any trouble."

"Damn it, you're showing a movie and you're also a buyer, have you grown so many butts?"

Yi Zhonghai cursed in his heart but didn't dare to speak out loud.

Deputy Director Li has nodded in agreement, so don't you, Yi Zhonghai, feel uncomfortable?

He looked embarrassed and said, "Weijun, you don't know that your father's pension over the years, plus the care provided by the street every quarter, has saved you some money, but you have spent some on food and clothing, so there is really not that much money left."

Seeing Yi Zhonghai complaining, Li Weijun was surprised: "Ah, I have also used the money left by my father for my food, drink, and defecation over the years. Uncle, I remember that all of this was funded by you, right? You are doing charity, and the street director praises you as a kind man. Could it be that you are using my father's money for charity?"

Well, the boomerang that I threw out that year finally hit me again.

Yi Zhonghai was speechless. This was a topic that could not be touched upon even at death.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "That's impossible. It's just that I have a portion of this money in a bank deposit. I can't withdraw it in a short time because it's earning interest. I really don't have that much money in a short time!"

"Oh! So you mean that my money is in the bank and earning interest. Now I'm strapped for cash and don't have that much money, right?"

Li Weijun nodded, thoughtfully.

"Yes, yes, your money is in the bank earning interest, and I only have my own money."

Just as Yi Zhonghai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking that he had escaped this disaster.

Li Weijun sighed, a year of sadness: "Alas, Director Li is pushing me too hard. How about this, you are an eighth-level fitter, you are highly respected, how about you borrow some money from the comrades in the workshop first, I will use it to buy a bicycle first, and it will not be too late when the money in the bank can be withdrawn."

"Ah? Is this possible..."

Hearing this shameless remark, Yi Zhonghai's brain seemed to explode and his face was full of black lines. How could Li Weijun buy a car, but Yi Zhonghai should be the one to bear the debt?

"Why not? Isn't the money in the bank earning interest? It's not like you won't pay it back. You are a capable and respected old man. This little thing shouldn't be a problem, right?"