Siheyuan: I have Lingquan Space and Bistro

While everyone was discussing this, Jia Dongxu felt uneasy. He had seen the hesitation and displeasure on Yi Zhonghai's face and realized that things might not be going well.

He quickly spoke weakly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "Master, my mother was just joking, don't take it seriously." Jia Dongxu's voice was filled with a hint of flattery and pleading.

He knew that if Yi Zhonghai was really angry, his future help to their family might be reduced or even cut off. He didn't want to lose this supporter, so he quickly came out to smooth things over.

However, Jia Zhang didn't think so. When she heard her son's words, she was furious. "Shut up!"

Jia Zhang glared at Jia Dongxu fiercely, then turned her gaze to Yi Zhonghai. "Yi Zhonghai, since you can't afford the money, then don't stop Sha Zhu from digging for us." Jia Zhang's words were full of threats. She only said half of her words and stopped talking.

Jia Zhang's words came to an abrupt halt, just like a passionate piece of music was suddenly paused. This sudden pause made the other people in the yard extremely anxious. Their eyes were fixed on Jia Zhang, full of expectation and desire, waiting for Jia Zhang to tell them how to make money.

An old man was impatient, frowning, and muttered in a low voice: "Damn, why doesn't Jia Zhang say anything? It's so frustrating." He kept rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth, like a wild animal trapped in a cage, restless. An old lady next to him nodded and echoed: "That's right, the way Jia Zhang makes money is really curious. I wonder if we can make some money with her? If there is a way to make money, life will be easier." Everyone has their own little calculations in mind. They are eager to get a glimmer of hope from Jia Zhang, a glimmer of hope to improve their lives.

Yi Zhonghai had different ideas at this time. He would not let Sha Zhu go to help. In his opinion, Sha Zhu was already very busy working, and being tired was a small matter. If he was discovered by the people from the street office and was arrested and taken away, it would be a big trouble. He thought that the Jia family was now in a quagmire. If something happened to Sha Zhu again, his retirement would be in vain. Yi Zhonghai looked at Jia Zhang, his eyes full of helplessness. How come this old woman doesn't understand anything? He secretly complained in his heart.

Jia Zhang put her hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger. She was about to hate Yi Zhonghai to death. This old man always went against her. She glared at Yi Zhonghai, as if she was about to spit fire. "It's not Yi Zhonghai, why do you have to go against me?" Jia Zhang's voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the yard.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Jia Zhang with a serious face. He knew he had to stop Jia Zhang's crazy idea. "Jia Zhang, I advise you to give up the idea of ​​making money with public toilets. If the street office finds out, you will go to jail." Yi Zhonghai's voice was firm and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty. He stared at Jia Zhang closely, hoping that she could understand the seriousness of the matter.

When Jia Zhang heard Yi Zhonghai reveal her way of making money, she was so angry that she trembled all over. "Yi Zhonghai, are you fucking sick?" She cursed loudly, her voice full of anger and unwillingness. She felt that her plan was ruined by Yi Zhonghai, and her heart was full of resentment.