Siheyuan: I am so good that I became a god of war

Yan Bugui said nothing. After all, he was his biological son. Moreover, Yan Jiecheng agreed to pay him ten yuan a month after he got a job.

But Yan Bugui was reluctant to pay so much money at once. That would cost 600 yuan!

"Come to think of it, it's not easy to find a job in a factory when you don't have one. Finding someone from the countryside would be a burden." Yan Bugui smacked his lips and said, "All the children born are from the countryside. How can they be raised without rationed food?"

"I'll go to Old Ye's house in the back house to take a look. He just retired and is preparing to move to his son's home in Tianjin. This job position must be sold." Yan Bugui said: "Yan Jiecheng, I will pay for this, but from now on you have to give him five yuan for food expenses every month, and you have to pay me ten yuan..."

"I know. I will definitely pay you back." Yan Jiecheng was overjoyed. In his mind, he had a job and could get Yu Li back.

Yan Bugui strolled to the back house. The yard here was smaller, only about six or seven meters wide. There were eight houses, and each one seemed a little small.

Old Ye lived in two of the rooms. The other six rooms were empty. They had been empty for about two or three months.

"Yan Bugui, what are you doing here?" Old Ye looked at Yan Bugui's expression and felt unhappy: "There is nothing here that you are looking for."

"Old Ye, you are kidding me again." Yan Bugui laughed dryly and said, "You are going back to Tianjin to reunite with your son. I came to say congratulations."

"Yan Bugui, don't try to play tricks on me!" Old Ye said disdainfully, "Do you want to buy my job? If so, bring me six hundred dollars."

Old Ye's son was an official in Tianjin, so he didn't want to bother with these three old guys. Yi Zhonghai and the others were also sensible and didn't bother Old Ye.

"I just want to buy a workstation, but six hundred is a bit too much. How about four hundred?" Yan Bugui said with a dry laugh.

In Yan Bugui's mind, Old Ye would definitely not agree. This way, they could bargain back and forth. In the end, whatever they could negotiate would be a profit.

"Six hundred and fifty!" Old Man Ye said coldly.

Six hundred yuan is the market price, but it is hard to find a job. "Why is the price going up?" Yan Bugui widened his eyes in surprise.

"If you keep talking, it will be seven hundred yuan." Old Man Ye said coldly: "I can sell it for seven hundred yuan. If you don't believe me..."

"I admit it, but it's not enough for me to admit it." Yan Bugui said with a sad face: "Then let's do this, I'll prepare 600 yuan, and take Yan Jiecheng to the steel mill tomorrow, and we'll pay in person..."

"It's six hundred and fifty yuan!" Old Ye said coldly.

"You... you are still so serious. You are asking me for an extra fifty yuan..." Yan Bugui was so anxious that he was going crazy. How could he bear this? This was simply cutting into his flesh.

"Am I kidding you?" Old Ye sneered.

"I am the uncle after all, please give me some face..." Yan Bugui was still hesitating.

"Damn Third Uncle! You still have face, do you have that thing?" Old Ye snorted coldly and said, "You were born without that thing."

"Also, face is earned by yourself, not given by others."

Yan Bugui left with an angry look on his face, but he still had to prepare 650 yuan.

After the banquet, Ding Weidong sent the three drunken comrades to the guesthouse. It was already past seven in the evening. Fan Dalei was also so drunk that his tongue was tied and his eyes were staring. He could only stay in the guesthouse.

Ding Weidong also used the telephone of the guesthouse to call the Fan family and told them that Fan Dalei had drunk too much and was staying in the guesthouse with his comrades.

Mr. Fan and Ding Weidong spoke politely. Just as they hung up the phone, Mr. Fan and his eldest son Fan Dajiang could be heard scolding them. It was nothing more than being drunk and unable to find the way home. It was shameful.

Ding Weidong walked home slowly. The snow from the previous year was still there. As the temperature was still below 10 degrees Celsius, it was impossible to melt so much snow.

Because there was a lot of snow on the roadside, even though the moon was only half in the sky, the reflection of the snow made the sky and the earth full of moonlight, as bright as day.

When Ding Weidong returned to the gate, he happened to see Yan Bugui, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong talking at the gate. Yan Bugui was holding a piece of paper, and Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong had burned more than half of their cigarettes.

From this, it can be seen that Yan Bugui was just about to go to the toilet. As for Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, they had just returned from the toilet.

When Ding Weidong was about to reach the gate, he became alert because there was a drunk man on the other side, staggering towards him. Behind the drunk man, there was another person about six or seven meters away.

Not only were they wearing old cotton-padded jackets, but they also had their cotton hats with the earmuffs lowered. They also had scarves wrapped around them, leaving only their eyes exposed.

The man behind him put his hand into his arms, and the man in front of him rushed into Ding Weidong's arms. If a normal person reacted, he would think that this was a drunkard and would definitely reach out to help him. This was almost a subconscious instinct.

Ding Weidong stretched out his hand and grabbed the drunk's wrist, twisting it slightly and breaking it. A sharp knife fell from the drunk's hand.

The big man five or six meters away had already pulled out a gun from his arms. It seemed that he wanted to shoot Ding Weidong. But when Ding Weidong stretched out his hand, a gun appeared in his hand.

Ding Weidong fired first, and the shot hit the gunman's arm, causing the man to miss the target.

"Ahhh..." Both gunmen howled. The strong man turned and ran, but Ding Weidong shot him twice in a row, both hitting his knees.

The blow went in from the back of the knee and came out from the front, smashing the knee to pieces. The man fell to the ground.

As for the man holding the knife in front of Ding Weidong, he was stepped on by Ding Weidong, like a snake with its tail pressed down. No matter how he struggled, it was useless.

The gunshots attracted the patrolling militia. Ding Weidong then took off his coat, revealing the white public security officer uniform underneath.

"Director Ding!" Xiao Wang shouted.

Militia patrols are led by public security officers. Tonight, Xiao Wang is leading the team.

"These two are enemy spies!" Ding Weidong said, "They tried to assassinate me!"

Ding Weidong heard Yi Zhonghai's scream at this time. Ding Weidong knew that the shot just now had hit Yi Zhonghai's lower abdomen.

"Ah...Ah!" Yi Zhonghai covered his lower abdomen tightly, and blood dripped out.

Ding Weidong took a look at Yi Zhonghai and could tell that the bullet had grazed Yi Zhonghai's lower abdomen. If it had hit him directly in the abdomen, Yi Zhonghai would have fainted by now. He might have died by the time he was sent to the hospital.

Ding Weidong deliberately used telekinesis to interfere, just to lift the opponent's wrist. He wanted to hit Yi Zhonghai, and his target was his wrist.

Unexpectedly, the bullet hit Yi Zhonghai's lower abdomen. Otherwise, Yi Zhonghai wouldn't be holding his crotch and howling miserably. "These two people committed suicide by taking poison." Xiao Wang looked at the two guys, his face full of regret.

Ding Weidong then went to look at the two guys. They were lying on the ground. Black blood was flowing from the corners of their mouths. Their faces were dark blue, their eyes were wide open, and they looked in pain.

"Tsk tsk, why do these people want to keep an eye on me?" Ding Weidong turned his gaze to Yi Zhonghai. Yi Zhonghai was already lying on the ground. However, there was a hint of relief in his painful expression.

Yi Zhonghai was in pain, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the two guys were dead.

Yan Bugui sat slumped on the ground, his pants soaked and stinking. Needless to say, he had defecated and urinated.

Liu Haizhong was slightly better, standing aside and shaking. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. Many people in the compound wanted to leave, but were asked by the militia to stay in the compound.

At this time, Director Zhang came with some police officers. Under his command, someone took the two guys away. People in the compound also came out, and Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang took Yan Bugui back.

Sha Zhu and Liu Guangtian hurriedly took Yi Zhonghai to the hospital on a flatbed truck.

After Li Qingyu came out, he looked at Ding Weidong nervously. "Weidong, what's going on?" Director Zhang asked.

"I don't know either. When I came back just now, I was attacked by these two people." Ding Weidong shook his head and said, "Forget it, I will go back to the police station and explain everything clearly."

"Qingyu, go back and take Xiaoyuer to sleep. I'll be back soon."

Ding Weidong went to the police station and told the story, and a police officer took notes.

"Tsk tsk, I never thought that these two guys would target you." Director Zhang said puzzledly: "They were famous criminals before liberation. And they also committed crimes a few years after liberation."

"I didn't expect that they would disappear for so many years and come out to kill you... By the way, Weidong, who have you offended recently?"

"If I have offended anyone, then I have only offended Yi Zhonghai and his gang." Ding Weidong frowned and said, "I haven't offended anyone else."

Ding Weidong briefly explained what happened.

"We need to pay attention to this matter." Director Zhang murmured, "Oh, by the way, someone from the bureau has come. The forensic doctor is examining those two guys."

As he was talking, two more police officers came in, one of them wearing a white coat. "Captain Lin, what's the situation? Any clues?" Chief Zhang asked with a smile.

"We don't have any clues, we just know these two are the murderers." Captain Lin said with a wry smile, "By the way, one of the guys' wrists was broken. Only a layer of skin was left. With such strength... who did it? Wow, it was so clean and neat!"

"It was me!" Ding Weidong smiled faintly and said, "The murderer attacked me with a knife, and I grabbed his wrist and broke it."

"This power doesn't seem to be something that ordinary people can possess." Captain Lin said in surprise.

If you twist a living person's wrist, that person will definitely resist. The strength is simply horrifying. It can't be compensated by skills.

This requires absolute strength.

Ding Weidong picked up the fire tongs that were as thick as his fingers and twisted them into a twisted shape.

"Oh my god!" Captain Lin widened his eyes.

Ding Weidong saw that there was nothing else to do, so he said goodbye and left. Solving cases was not his responsibility.

When Ding Weidong left the office, he saw Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong being brought in by the police. The two looked frustrated.

When they saw Ding Weidong, they felt like they had seen a savior.