Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

He Yuzhu was very happy that he had ruined Xu Damao's good fortune, and he walked back to the steel mill with light steps. When he stepped into the kitchen, it was as if a spring breeze was blowing across his face, and he was filled with a bright smile, and he greeted everyone warmly.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, you come really early today!" He smiled and waved to the kitchen helper Lao Zhang cordially. Lao Zhang couldn't help but be stunned, because although He Yuzhu was usually enthusiastic, his smile today was unusually bright, which made people feel a little strange.

"Little Li, your knife skills are getting better and better!" He patted Little Li's shoulder gently. Little Li looked up, his eyes full of confusion, and muttered to himself: "What's wrong with He Yuzhu today?" Then he greeted the other four workers one by one. Everyone was confused by his sudden joy and gathered around him.

"Brother Zhuzi, did you encounter any good things? Tell us quickly, so that we can also have some fun!" One of the workers asked curiously. "Hey, Zhuzi, you can hardly hide your smile, tell us quickly, did you pick up some gold ingots on the road?" Another worker also said jokingly. Everyone burst into laughter, and the laughter echoed in the kitchen.

He Yuzhu just smiled and said nothing, waved his hand and started to work. However, this busyness did not last long, and the voice of Director Li came from outside.

"He Yuzhu, come here for a moment. We need your help with the kitchen." Director Li's words were filled with unquestionable authority.

When He Yuzhu heard this, he immediately responded and ran out happily. He was still thinking about the good thing that had just happened, with an irrepressible smile on his face.

As soon as he arrived at the small kitchen, he saw Section Chief Liu Ping'an was also there, and immediately greeted him happily: "Oh, Section Chief Liu, you are here too! What a coincidence today!"

Seeing He Yuzhu's expression, Liu Ping'an couldn't help but laugh: "Zhuzi, what treasure did you pick up? Why are you so happy?"

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "I didn't find any treasures, I'm just in a good mood."

Liu Pingan smiled and said, "I see your expression doesn't just mean you're in a good mood, does it? Are you hiding some good news from us?"

He Yuzhu quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, there's really nothing happy. I'm just in a good mood."

After a few pleasantries, He Yuzhu turned around and started preparing for the meal. As he worked, he was still thinking about how happy he was to have ruined Xu Damao's plans, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up again.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was filled with joy and satisfaction. This feeling made him feel extremely happy, as if the whole world had become better.

After Zhang San got Xu Damao's money, he secretly thought about how to monitor Xu Damao's wife Zheng Niang to see if she had any signs of having an affair with others.

So, he wandered outside the No. 95 courtyard all day, his eyes wide open, like an owl looking for food, always on the alert. However, after a whole day of waiting, he never saw Zheng Niang step out of the house.

Zhang San couldn't help scratching his head in confusion, muttering to himself, "Hey, what happened to Zheng Niang today? Why didn't she leave the house?"

Although he was confused, he had no choice but to turn around and go home.

Just as he reached the door of his house, he suddenly heard a loud "bang" behind him, followed by a sharp pain, as if the back of his head was hit hard by a club.

In an instant, everything went dark before his eyes, he lost his balance, fell heavily to the ground and fell unconscious.

When he woke up again, he found himself sitting on a chair in the police station, his head was dizzy and his consciousness was unclear. He subconsciously reached out to touch the back of his head, and suddenly a sharp pain made him gasp.

"Ouch, it hurts so much! Who did this?" Zhang San groaned in pain.

At this moment, a policeman came over, looked at him seriously, and asked, "Zhang San, do you know who hit you? Also, did you lose anything?"

Zhang San's expression changed drastically when he heard this. He touched his clothes and trousers and found that the money in his pocket was gone. His face turned pale instantly.

"My...my money! My money is gone!" Zhang San wanted to cry but had no tears. His voice was shaking. "What should I do? That was the money I paid to do things for others!"

After hearing this, the police frowned and said in a more serious tone: "Pay people for doing things? Explain to me clearly, what is going on?"

Zhang San's heart tightened, thinking that he must not tell anyone about this matter, otherwise he would be in trouble. So he rolled his eyes, thought of a plan, and began to make up a lie: "Hey, police comrade, this is what happened. I have a friend named Xu Damao, he is a projectionist in the factory, and he has to go to the countryside to show movies recently, so he has no time to make furniture. So he gave me some money and asked me to help him do this. But who knew that when I just walked to the door of my house, I was suddenly knocked unconscious and my money was robbed."

As Zhang San spoke, he showed an aggrieved and innocent expression, trying to make the police believe his story.

However, the police did not believe him easily, but stared at Zhang San's eyes, as if trying to find a flaw in his eyes. Zhang San felt a little nervous, but he still tried to stay calm, not daring to look at the police for too long, just occasionally glanced at him, and then quickly lowered his head to avoid being discovered by the police.

The policeman hesitated for a moment, then frowned, looked at Zhang San seriously and said, "Okay, in that case, then you should make a statement first and describe the whole incident in detail. Don't worry, our police will investigate this matter thoroughly."

Zhang San heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, and quickly nodded his agreement, saying gratefully: "Thank you, police comrade! Thank you so much! I will definitely cooperate with your work to the fullest and explain everything truthfully."

After taking the statement, the police told Zhang San that he could leave. Zhang San walked out of the police station with a sense of relief, but his heart was extremely heavy. He touched the back of his head, which was still aching, as if reminding him of the thrilling scene he had just experienced. Zhang San secretly made up his mind to never meddle in other people's affairs again and avoid being involved in such dangerous incidents again.

When Zhang San returned home, his wife had already fallen asleep. He was also very sleepy, so he touched the back of his head and lay down.

His wife also came over, and when she found out it was Zhang San, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Why did you come back just now? I fell asleep waiting for you."

Zhang San was depressed when talking about this, and said angrily: "I was hit by a club at my doorstep just now, don't you know? If others hadn't found out, I would have had to sleep outside all night."