Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

The primary school affiliated to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

After Yan Fugui finished his last class, he returned to the teacher's office carrying an enamel pot.

Two female teachers in the staff room were interrupting.

One is a third-grade Russian teacher, Irina. I heard that her real name is Li Hong, and since she started teaching Russian, she asked her colleagues to call her Irina.

The other is the fourth grade Chinese teacher, Ran Qiuye. I heard... bah, no need to hear, she is the most beautiful teacher in the primary school affiliated to the Red Star Steel Rolling Plant.

I only heard Elena say: "If you ask me... it takes two to tango. Is there nothing wrong with Old Wu? If Old Wu really did such a good job, his wife would not have been cheated on by him, right? Tsk tsk, all men are bad. Teacher Ran, you are just young and don't understand men. I tell you, you must find a rich man. It doesn't matter if he is good to you or not, money is good for you..."

Yan Fugui knew Old Wu because he repaired bicycles cheaply. Hearing his colleagues talking about Old Wu, he approached him.

When Ran Qiuye heard Elena say this, Zhou Zheng's figure appeared in her mind. She felt that Zhou Zheng was not only rich, but also very handsome, except that he was a little playboy.

But capable men are all fickle, and there is nothing wrong with that.

I heard... Zhou Zheng has now established a research institute and his status is almost the same as that of a principal. If I could give Zhou Zheng a concubine, I would definitely be very happy.

She recalled their encounter in Jingshan Park that day. Zhou Zheng’s sunny smile seemed to strike her soft heart, making her tremble all over and her heart pounding.

Elena saw that Ran Qiuye didn't respond, and her face was red. This made her a little unhappy, and she cursed in her heart: "Bah, slutty bitch."

She turned her head with disdain, but was immediately frightened when she saw Yan Fugui's old face.

"Oh, Teacher Yan, why are you walking without making any sound? You scared me."

Yan Fugui laughed awkwardly: "Well, that's because I walk quietly. You guys were too engrossed in your conversation. I heard you were talking about Old Wu just now. Was it Old Wu who repairs bicycles in Caishikou?"

Elena rolled her eyes and snorted, "Isn't he the one you're talking about? Teacher Yan, you came at the right time. Tell me, who should be blamed for this?"

As she spoke, she told Yan Fugui the story of Old Wu again.

Yan Fugui frowned as he listened. Old Wu was poisoned to death. If his bicycle broke down in the future, where would he find a cheap mechanic?

He began to blame Old Wu's wife in his heart.

"What a spendthrift! He deserves to be shot." Yan Fugui muttered.

"What?" Elena saw Yan Fugui's mouth moving, but she couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.

Yan Fugui waved his hands quickly: "Nothing, nothing."

Elena twisted her mouth and said, "Teacher Yan, who do you think is the problem?"

Yan Fugui was still thinking about the issue of "repairing bicycles in the future". He was angry with Old Wu's daughter-in-law and said sarcastically: "Do you need to think about this? It must be Old Wu's daughter-in-law's fault. Not only did she cheat on someone, but she also killed him. Isn't this marrying an ungrateful person?"

Elena quickly interrupted Yan Fugui and said, "Okay, okay, you don't have any good ideas, just go home and have a rest..."

Then she continued, "I really don't understand you men. You have no sense of responsibility. If Old Wu really treated his wife well and took care of her in every aspect, would his wife have cheated on him? You really don't know how to look for the reason yourself."

Naturally, Yan Fugui was not convinced by her rhetoric.

I saw his mouth slant, his eyes rolled up to the sky, and he said in a sarcastic tone: "You keep talking all day long. Do you understand the details of the matter? Let me tell you this, in Caishikou Street, no one can compare to Old Wu in terms of treating his wife well."

Elena stood up suddenly, raised her head, and looked at Yan Fugui with contempt.

"Then why did his wife cheat on him? Men, you are so self-righteous. Do you think what I said is just about not quarreling? Pat your chest and ask yourself, when you are in the same bed at night, have you ever satisfied your wife?"

Having said that, Elena sat back in her chair.

"Oh~, Teacher Yan, I see that your face is yellow and your eyes are dark. Maybe your kidneys are not in good condition..."

Then she looked into Yan Fugui's eyes and sneered, "Aren't you afraid that your wife will drug you, tut tut tut."

Yan Fugui's face turned pale and blue, he really wanted to slap Elena in the face, it would be best if he could knock out all her sarcastic teeth and make her talk bad!

"You're not much better. You're 27, and you still don't have a partner. Is there no one who wants you?"

Elena's face quickly turned red, gradually became distorted, and she became hysterical.

"Yan Fugui, you bastard, what right do you have to say that to me? I'll scratch you to death."

She suddenly stood up from the chair, cursing and throwing her whole body towards Yan Fugui. With one claw, Yan Fugui's glasses were knocked off and three bloody marks were left on his face.

Yan Fugui was also enraged. He couldn't beat the old man, so how dare an old woman act so rudely with him?

He reached out and grabbed Elena's collar.

But an accident happened. Elena was only 153cm tall. When she saw Yan Fugui's hand grabbing her, she wanted to dodge backwards, but unexpectedly Yan Fugui's hand went into her collar and into her lapel.

"Ah~" she exclaimed.

Yan Fugui instinctively grabbed a large piece of softness and squeezed it in a flash.

Elena fell backwards, fortunately Ran Qiuye supported her from behind.

"Are you OK?"

Elena held her chest with one hand and pointed at Yan Fugui with the other, gritting her teeth and saying, "Old Yan, I'm telling you, you're done. You're a hooligan, aren't you? You dare to touch my breasts. You're done. I'll go to the police station and report you. Just wait for your death."

Yan Fugui didn't want to hit her anymore and touched his nose awkwardly.

But his action of touching his nose angered Elena again. She bared her teeth and roared, "You stinky hooligan, old man, you dare to smell it, you are so shameless..."

Yan Fugui quickly put his hand down and said in panic: "No, don't misunderstand, I didn't mean it."

Then he sighed and said, "Elena, I did touch you, but I didn't mean to do that. The bumps and bruises can't be considered hooliganism. It's just a misunderstanding. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Elena didn't give Yan Fugui any way out, and laughed coldly: "Haha, who would believe it, you old man, you shameless old man, you pinched me just now, didn't you mean it?"

Yan Fugui's old face turned red. "You pinched me, I didn't. Don't be a scoundrel. Teacher Ran is also watching. This is not the place for you to slander."

Elena said angrily: "Okay, then you wait for me..."

She slammed the table angrily and rushed out of the staff room.

Yan Fugui's face flashed with astonishment, and he looked at Ran Qiuye who was also in an awkward situation, and then smiled awkwardly: "Teacher Ran, you also saw it, it is clearly Elena who is making trouble for no reason. If she really reports it to the police station, you must prove it for me."

"..."Ran Qiuye didn't know what to say and could only nod perfunctorily.

Yan Fugui gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind. He looked at Ran Qiuye and said solemnly: "I can't let you work in vain. As long as you prove it for me, I will definitely give you a generous gift."