Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

Wang Bo stood aside and said with a smile: "Aunt, you have to let him count. This is the result of your life's hard work. You should count it as many times as you want."

Old Deng also felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry to have made Xiaobo laugh. I've never seen so much money in my life. I was so excited!"

Wang Bo didn't care. He smiled and reminded him, "Old Deng, you have to hide the money well. Be careful on the road."

"Of course, this is my life and my life, so I must hide it well. Here is the key, Uncle. Please keep it. We have to catch a train tomorrow morning, so we won't bother you. You can just come and stay here when the time comes."

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow. I wish you two a safe journey!"

Wang Bo walked out of the door, took a few steps, and looked at the house again. Tomorrow, this will be my home.

Even in this courtyard, no one will perform the Eight-Directions Hidden Knife Style in Night Fighting anymore!

The next day, early in the morning, Wang Bo walked to the front yard with square steps. In the surprised eyes of Yan Bugui, he took out the key and opened the door of the east wing.

"Xiaobo!" Yan Bugui saw Wang Bo about to stretch his legs inside and asked quickly, "How do you have the key to Old Deng's house? Where are his family members?"

Wang Bo turned around and looked at Yan Bugui proudly, "It's Old Yan. He has been busy in the vegetable field since early morning. Old Deng gave me the house. He and his wife went to another place to look for his son."

"Old Deng gave you the house?" Yan Bugui shouted in shock, "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true. Director Wang even notarized it for us."

Only then did Yan Bugui realize that Old Deng must have sold the house to Wang Bo privately.

Yan Bugui asked curiously, "Xiaobo, tell me the truth, how much did you give to Lao Deng?"

"Look at what you said," Wang Bo looked at Yan Bugui and said proudly, "What is my relationship with Lao Deng? He didn't ask for a penny and just gave it to me!"

"You're just talking nonsense. Wang Bo, tell me the truth. How much is it?"

Yan Bugui didn't believe what Wang Bo said at all.

"Look at you," Wang Bo pointed at Yan Bugui with a look of disdain, "Old Yan, what else do you care about besides money? People like you don't understand what love is. Old Deng and I are close friends, and you just gave me this little bit of stuff!"

Yan Bugui, who could not get accurate information, became anxious. "Xiaobo, stop teasing me. Tell me how much you gave to Lao Deng. I have been wanting to find a house for Jie Cheng for a long time. Tell me so that I can have an idea."

"I've told you so many times, this is a gift from Lao Deng. I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I need to take a good look at my house."

After Wang Bo finished speaking, he turned and went into the house, leaving Yan Bugui standing there anxiously.

Soon, the news of Wang Bo buying a house spread throughout the courtyard.

At this moment, the outside of the house was filled with neighbors from the courtyard. They looked at the house in front of them, with envy, jealousy, curiosity, confusion, and some were even full of malice in their eyes.

Wang Bo didn't pay attention to the people around her, but took another good look at her house. At this time, the rain came in, and she smiled and shouted, "Brother Xiaobo, you bought a house!"

"Buy whatever you want. This is a gift from Lao Deng."

Wang Bo and Yu Shui winked at each other, indicating that there was a group of people outside and they should not talk nonsense.

The rain made a face and moved around the house excitedly.

Wang Bo ignored her and went out. He looked at the neighbors outside with different expressions and waved his hand casually, "What are you all doing gathered here? It's already late. You should go to school and work. You still let Uncle Three urge you. It's really outrageous!"

The neighbors watching outside were all stunned. Most people would say polite words in such situations, but Wang Bo was so arrogant that he actually dared to criticize them!

Finally, someone couldn't help but shout out curiously, "Xiaobo, did Lao Deng really transfer the house to you?"

"What are you talking about? Of course he passed it on to me. If you keep talking nonsense, be careful. I will go to your house tonight to persuade you!"

Suddenly, a voice that sounded like a joke or a challenge came from the crowd, "Wang Bo, you are not forcing me to buy or sell!"

Wang Bo's eyes were very useful. He aimed directly at Yan Jiecheng. He also half teased and half threatened, "Jiecheng, you are a talkative kid. You have forgotten the pain now that your arm has healed."

When Yan Jiecheng heard what Wang Bo said, he just bent down and ran away.

The rest of the neighbors realized then that this third uncle was no ordinary person. Ever since his grandmother passed away that year, this compound has never been peaceful, except for the two years when he took a group of people to the border. He is so arrogant and cunning!

"Then let us congratulate Uncle San on his new home!"

Someone in the yard took the lead and shouted, and everyone else quickly joined in congratulating Wang Bo.

Wang Bo was also polite, "Thank you, everyone. Thank you, everyone. I also wish you all the best. It's getting late. Everyone, please go back first. Just remember to send me the gift when you have time!"

When the neighbors heard this, they all stepped on their Hot Wheels and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Everyone else had left, but Yan Bugui came up to Wang Bo unexpectedly. He came to Wang Bo and said with a flattering smile:

"Xiaobo, you are so young and you can buy a big house. It's really extraordinary. I think there is no young man in our courtyard who can compare with you!"

"Teacher Yan, if you have something to say, just speak directly. Don't beat around the bush. This will undermine your demeanor as a people's teacher."

"Then I'll be frank," Yan Bugui pretended not to understand Wang Bo's sarcasm and continued to smile charmingly.

"Xiaobo, you're alone. Since you've moved here, the house outside will be empty. Look, I have so many family members, and Jie Cheng is about to get married. Transfer the house to me. Don't worry, the price will definitely satisfy you."

"Teacher Yan wants Jie Cheng to live in the front?"

"That's right," Yan Bugui slapped his thigh, his face full of indignation again, "Girls nowadays are too materialistic. They must have a separate house when they get married. It's really not like when I was young."

Wang Bo suddenly saw the door of Yan's house move. He looked carefully and found that it was Yan Jiecheng who was eavesdropping. He smiled and then shouted:

"Old Yan, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but there's something wrong with your idea!"

Yan Bugui was confused. "What do you mean? What's wrong with my idea?"

Wang Bo said angrily, "Old Yan, how could you let Jie Cheng live in such a small place? Jie Cheng is the eldest son in your family, and he will take care of you in your old age. In my opinion, you two should move out, and leave the west wing to Jie Cheng!"

Yan Jiecheng behind the window was excited. This is how it should be. Wang Bo still understands me!

Yan Bugui took a while to realize that Wang Bo was not joking with him.

Yan Bugui was almost so angry that he cursed his mother, but thinking that he still had to buy a house with Wang Bo, he suppressed his anger and asked with a shy smile: "Wang Bo, do you agree to transfer it to me?"

"Ah~"

Wang Bo sighed, "Old Yan, you lived a good life in the past few years. You had Zhonghai and Haizhong 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."

Yan Bugui was also confused by Wang Bo's trick, and he also timidly called out, "Third Uncle?"

"Hey~"

Wang Bo responded loudly, "Uncle, I won't sell it!"