Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

The last time a general meeting was held to pay the fine, Wang Bo had nothing to do with it, but this family insisted on involving him. Although he didn't care about that one dollar, he still felt uncomfortable.

Wang Bo felt relieved when he saw Yan Bugui's family jumping up and down and howling in grief.

"What's going on? Teacher Yan, why did you pull out all the vegetables in your garden?"

"It was stolen. They stole all the nuts. I, Yan Bugui, have been honest all my life. Why did I have to encounter such a terrible thing? This damn thief is not a human being. He will give birth to a son without an asshole!"

Wang Bo, who was just watching the fun, didn't expect to be scolded. He quickly interrupted and said, "Teacher Yan, please stop scolding. It's useless. Go report to the police."

"Yes, I'll report it to the police and have them shoot him!"

Seeing Yan Bugui walking out angrily, Wang Bo shouted from behind: "Teacher Yan, please ask about my tricycle as well. It's been several months, you have to return it to me as soon as possible!"

When Yan Bugui heard Wang Bo asking about the tricycle, he staggered and quickly quickened his pace, fearing that Wang Bo would ask him to pay for it.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Wang Bo went home. When he was packing up to go to work, Qin Huairu unexpectedly came to his door.

"Xiaobo, are you getting ready for work?"

Wang Bo was surprised to see Qin Huairu coming to see him. "Qin Huairu, what do you want to see me for?"

Qin Huairu's expression changed quickly. She was smiling one second, and then her face was full of misery the next. "Xiaobo, since Dongxu left, life has been unbearable for our family. My monthly salary is not enough to cover our expenses. I really have no choice but to shamelessly borrow some money from you. I will definitely pay you back next month."

"Why don't you go find Shazhu?"

Wang Bo was very curious. Wasn’t this idiot Zhu’s money attractive anymore?

"Alas," Qin Huairu sighed, "Shazhu hasn't been working for the past few months, and his salary has been reduced. Plus, he takes medicine every day, so how can he have any money left?"

"Then go find Yi Zhonghai. He is a wealthy man in our courtyard. He can give you a little money if you can get it from him."

"Isn't this all compensation to Yu Shui?" Qin Huairu was about to cry when she said this. "Now only you, Xiaobo, can help me."

When Wang Bo saw Qin Huairu performing, he also pretended to be sad and angry:

"Qin Huairu, you lived a good life in the past few years. You had Zhong Hai and Sha Zhu to protect you, so you didn't need a friend like me. But now you come to me, but you have no respect for me at all. You don't regard me as a friend, and you are not even willing to call me Third Uncle."

Qin Huairu was so confused that she even forgot to control her expression. She timidly said, "Third uncle?"

"Hey," Wang Bo responded with a satisfied look on his face, "but it's no use for you to call me Third Uncle. I still have no money. Go to Yi Zhonghai's house and ask him. This old guy has been clamoring to make amends for his crimes. Now it's time for him to show his ability."

Qin Huairu then realized that Wang Bo was just playing a trick on her and had no intention of lending her money at all.

This made Qin Huairu so angry that her face turned black and she turned around and walked away angrily.

Wang Bo continued to pack his things with a smile on his face. He felt relieved. It felt good to have teased two beasts so early in the morning!

Just as he was thinking about going out to work, Old Deng in the front yard called Wang Bo.

Why is it so lively today? Usually no one comes to see me.

Wang Bo asked curiously, "Old Deng, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"That's good," Old Deng said with a simple smile, "Your aunt and I are getting old, so we want to go to another place to look for my son. We need to deal with this house, so I'm here to trouble you, Third Uncle."

"Old Deng, are you not planning to come back?"

"I'm not coming back!" Old Deng said with a smile, "My son is working in another city, and he has arranged a place for the two of us. We'll go over there once we've settled things here."

"So what are you going to do? Hand it over to the street or transfer it to us?"

"Alas, life is hard anywhere these days. I have to bring some of my savings with me. I can get some money back if I sell this house. I was thinking that you will have to move to a new house sooner or later, so I came here to ask you."

Wang Bo thought about it and decided that he really needed to move to a bigger house. This back house was dark, cramped and small, and it was very uncomfortable to live in. Otherwise, he would have to sleep in the small courtyard at night.

Thinking of this, Wang Bo nodded and agreed, "Okay, let's go check out the house first?"

"It should!"

Wang Bo followed Lao Deng to the front yard. His house was the three-room east wing of the front yard, right opposite Yan Bugui's house.

Wang Bo looked at the bare vegetable fields of Yan Bugui's family across the street and felt happy again. If they moved here, he would be even happier!

After entering the house, Wang Bo looked around carefully and couldn't help but praise the quality of the house. Mr. and Mrs. Deng also cleaned it very well.

Wang Bo turned around and returned to the door. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Old Deng, name a price."

Old Deng pondered for a moment before he said, "I have three rooms, each of which is about 30 square meters, and together they are almost 90 square meters. Xiaobo, do you think a total of 800 yuan is appropriate?"

This price is the market price, but who would sell a house now? The population of Beijing is increasing. Except for those who owned houses before liberation, every house is packed with people, who are staring with wide eyes, hoping that someone will make room.

Old Deng didn't really ask for much, and even lowered the price. He probably wanted to sell it out quickly and leave.

Since Old Deng was so sincere, Wang Bo didn't want to take advantage of him, so he said:

"Old Deng, you are very generous. I won't take advantage of you. If you want to stay in this city, I will leave my back house to you. Of course, I will still give you the money."

"If you really want to break up completely, I'll give you another two hundred to make it even, and treat it all as a token of my appreciation to you, my uncle."

Hearing Wang Bo say this, Old Deng's face was immediately filled with gratitude and he quickly thanked Wang Bo.

He pondered for a moment and finally made up his mind, "Uncle, I'd better take the money and leave. I'm afraid I'll never be able to come back from this place!"

After Old Deng finished speaking, he looked around the house where he had lived all his life with a look of nostalgia on his face, and he seemed about to shed tears.

"Okay, Old Deng, you are still quick and decisive. You and Auntie should pack up your things as soon as possible. When you are done, I will give you the money and we will go to the Housing Management Office to register the household registration."

"Don't worry, Xiaobo, we'll be done in three days at most. We'll keep all the furniture for you. Also, let's not tell anyone about this to avoid any trouble."

"Okay, then you go ahead and I'll go to work."

Wang Bo responded and turned to walk out.

Two days later, Wang Bo took a day off and first wrote a donation contract. Wang Bo and Lao Deng both signed and put their fingerprints on it. Then they went to the street office to find Director Wang to notarize it.

Director Wang had done this job more than once. She signed her name and put her fingerprints on it skillfully, and also stamped it with the official seal of the street office.

Then the two of them went to the Housing Management Office and transferred the property to Wang Bo's name.

After returning to the courtyard, Lao Deng held a big black ten and counted them one by one happily. His wife couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Old man, I have counted them so many times at home, and there is not a single mistake. Can the Third Master still deceive us?"