Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

After Xu Fugui moved out, Xu Damao has been living alone in the backyard. Since he has no relatives or friends, his life is usually very lonely.

But today was different. The lights in Xu's house were bright, and the small dining table was filled with dishes. There were also a few bottles of Fenjiu in the middle. It was a very sumptuous meal.

Looking at the food and wine on the table, Xu Damao felt very distressed, and his head was buzzing when he thought of the guests attending the banquet.

However, under the pressure from his father, Xu Damao dared not complain and could only lower his head and eat his meal hard.

“I was not in the courtyard during this period, and I would like to thank the three stewards for helping to look after my Damao.

I toast to you.”

Xu Fugui raised his glass and looked at the three managers with a faint smile on his face.

Even when facing Liu Haizhong, Xu Fugui did not show any abnormality, as if the hatred between them did not exist at all.

"We've been neighbors for many years. Lao Xu finally came back. Let's have a drink."

Yi Zhonghai clinked glasses with Xu Fugui out of respect.

Yan Bugui followed closely behind, and Liu Haizhong waited for a moment before slowly raising his glass in response.

If it weren't for his status as the steward and Yi Zhonghai's instigation, Liu Haizhong would never have come to the Xu family.

If someone is too nice to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. Xu Fugui suddenly invited them to dinner, which was definitely not a good thing.

“Da Mao, you are about the same age as Zhuzi.

Even though they had never gotten along since childhood, they grew up together and had a close relationship.

In the past, you were young and ignorant, and caused a lot of trouble.

Let's toast to Zhuzi today and apologize. Let's put bygones be bygones."

Xu Fugui not only invited three managers, but also He Yuzhu, who was the person Xu Damao least wanted to see.

Xu Damao lowered his head and ate the food, as if he didn't hear his father's voice, and he had no intention of toasting He Yuzhu.

Upon seeing this, Xu Fugui quickly kicked his son.

If we were to say who in the hospital has the ability to help Xu Damao out of his predicament, the first person would be He Yuzhu.

Not to mention the friendship between He Yuzhu and Cheng Hao, his wife Qin Huairu works in the street office and has access to information that ordinary people cannot compare to.

Xu Fugui hasn't figured out what happened in the steel mill yet, but he's counting on He Yuzhu for help.

Xu Damao pursed his lips, raised his glass reluctantly, tilted his head and said, "Shazhu, I toast you a glass."

"Oh, your way of toasting is quite novel.

If you don’t want to, don’t force it.”

He Yuzhu took a bite of the food and said nonchalantly.

A phoenix without feathers is no better than a chicken, and Xu Damao without a job is nothing. He Yuzhu was too lazy to waste his emotions on him.

“Zhu Zi, we are all neighbors, we should be considerate of each other.

Xu Damao just lost his job and is in a bad mood, so don't bother with him." Yi Zhonghai came out to smooth things over.

That casual remark was like a needle piercing Xu Damao's heart. His hand trembled and the wine in the glass almost spilled.

He Yuzhu followed with a finishing move.

“I don’t have any acquaintance with him.

He is not happy about it, but I don't force him. Isn't that considerate enough?"

Xu Fugui kicked his son again and turned his head to give him a stern warning look.

Now is not the time to act on impulse, and Xu Damao does not have the qualifications or capital to do so.

Xu Damao gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and he mechanically turned his head to face He Yuzhu, and squeezed out a sentence: "Uncle He, I toast you a glass."

"I can't bear this."

He Yuzhu was amused by Xu Damao's twisted look, and said with his head raised: "Your father just said that we are of similar age. I don't have a younger generation who looks so shabby."

After hearing this, Xu Damao almost fainted from anger. Even after He Yuzhu finished drinking, his hand was still in the air.

Xu Fugui couldn't bear it anymore and could only find an excuse to send his son away.

"Da Mao is very tired today. I think we should let him go back and rest first."

Xu Damao, who was physically and mentally traumatized, did not resist and went back to the cubicle according to his father's instructions.

After Xu Damao left, the group finally got down to business.

"Three uncles, Zhuzi, my son Damao is a bit erratic on weekdays, but he has never done anything to harm others.

It was unreasonable for the steel mill to suddenly fire him. "

Xu Fugui sighed and complained.

“What’s unreasonable?

The notice clearly stated that Xu Damao harassed female employees in the factory, and firing him was a light punishment for what he had done.

Liu Haizhong said unhappily.

"Everything needs evidence. You said my son harassed female employees, but you didn't say who he harassed specifically.

What's the point of kicking my son out without saying anything?"

Xu Fugui continued to speak up for his son.

"Xu Fugui, are you out of your mind?

To be specific, the girl's innocence is at stake.

Besides, Xu Damao had hooked up with more than one girl. If all of them were exposed, he would be sent to the police station and might even be shot.

Now it would be good enough to just be fired.”

Liu Haizhong slammed the chopsticks on the table and shouted.

Today Liu Haizhong came here to sing a different tune. No matter what Xu Fugui said, he would help out.

"Okay, stop arguing.

Xu Fugui, we know you care about your son.

But we are just ordinary people, without official status. Our words have some influence within the courtyard, but we have no say in matters outside.

We can't help with Xu Damao's problem, you should go find someone else."

Yi Zhonghai has no ability to take care of Xu Damao's affairs, nor does he want to.

Xu Damao is the scourge of the courtyard and the driving force behind the moral decline of the courtyard. Yi Zhonghai is eager for him to get out as soon as possible to avoid affecting the stability and order of the courtyard.

"That's right, Lao Xu, I think we should just forget about this matter.

Gold will always shine. You were the one who taught Xu Damao the projection technique yourself. If he doesn't want to be a projectionist in the steel mill, he can go somewhere else to be a projectionist.

Don’t always hang on one tree.”

Yan Bugui had been concentrating on eating and drinking since the beginning of the banquet, as if he was afraid that others would snatch the food from his bowl, and he rarely spoke.

Xu Fugui's expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to be cursing Yan Bugui in his heart.

It's easy to say, but why doesn't Yan Bugui leave Hongxing Primary School and become a teacher somewhere else?

"Zhu Zi, the neighbors all know that you are very capable and have strong connections. Can you do this..."

After asking a round of questions, Xu Fugui looked at He Yuzhu, the key figure in the finale.

"I'm just a cook. I can help with banquets and stuff like that, but I don't know anything else.

The first and second uncles are both veteran employees of the steel mill. They both can’t do anything, so what can I do?”

He Yuzhu is no longer the naive boy who would get carried away by a few words of flattery.

He Yuzhu appeared very calm about Xu Damao's dismissal.

"Then can you help me ask Director Cheng?"

What Xu Fugui really values ​​is the connections behind He Yuzhu.

He himself may not be able to do anything about it, but the people he knows may not be able to do so.

The three managers couldn't help but put down their chopsticks when they heard the word "Director Cheng".

The two words "Cheng Hao" seemed to be a taboo in the courtyard.

The three managers usually avoid mentioning it.

Because once Cheng Hao comes back, the prestige that the three of them have worked so hard to establish in the courtyard will be gone in an instant.

They are used to being the boss in the courtyard, and they don't want to have more swords on their heads.