Rebirth 1962: The Beginning of the Angry Fan Qin Huairu

"Zhu Zi, um, Brother Wang, I have a question. I don't know if I should ask it or not."

"Then don't talk about it!"

Wang Laizi: "..."

However, the most thick-skinned thing about Wang Cuzi is his shamelessness, so in the face of He Yuzhu's cold attitude, he still approached him with a flattering face.

"Zhuzi, not Brother Zhu, what happened between you and Qin Huairu? Did you break up?"

He Yuzhu was just looking for an opportunity to talk about this matter, and now Wang Quezi gave him an opportunity. He Yuzhu immediately threw the rag on the table with an angry look on his face.

"Brother Wang, since you asked today, I will talk to you guys."

This time, not only Wang Quezi, but everyone in the kitchen of the second canteen pricked up their ears, and Aunt Pang even took out a handful of melon seeds from her pocket.

"I think you all know the situation of Qin Huairu's family, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Wang Quezi even echoed, "Didn't she come here to take over after Jia Dongxu died at the beginning of the year?"

"Yes, and you all know that we are from the same courtyard. A man in her family died, and I felt sorry for her family, so I occasionally helped them."

"Otherwise, they would not be able to support the three children and her mother-in-law with her current salary."

Auntie Pang asked in doubt: "That's not right. When Jia Dongxu died, didn't the factory give him 360 yuan in compensation? How come his family couldn't afford to live?"

He Yuzhu felt bitter when he heard this. Even the people in the factory knew about this, but the people in the yard chose to remain silent and instead tricked him into helping the Jia family raise the child.

"Ah~ Aunt Fatty, I really don't know about this. I saw that she has become a first-class worker now. Her salary plus subsidies are 27.5 yuan, which is enough to support a family."

"So I thought there should be a limit to helping others. You tell me, I can't just ignore my own family to help outsiders, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Auntie Fatty then asked, "No, Zhuzi, you don't mean to say that their family is forcing you to do something, do you?"

When He Yuzhu saw someone offering him a performance, he quickly slapped his forehead and started to act out the show. "It's no wonder that you, Auntie Pang, have a lot of life experience. Yesterday, I didn't bring my lunch box, and when I got home, I was scolded by that evil mother-in-law!"

"Please judge this matter. You all know how much I helped her, but everyone in her family, even the seven-year-old child, calls me Shazhu. Do you think such a family is worth helping?"

Auntie Fat got angry when she heard this. "It's so disgusting, so shameless, and I've long disliked that young widow. She always looks sad no matter who she sees."

"Or two out of three sentences are about how hard it is for her family. Who has an easy life these days? And look at her fat body. How can she look like she has a hard life?"

Then everyone in the cafeteria started talking about it. When He Yuzhu saw that the effect had been achieved, he bowed and said, "I want to thank you all for standing up for me today."

"But I still have something to say. From now on, I will never bring a lunch box to support such people again. Of course, everyone should stop spreading any rumors about me and her, because I, He Yuzhu, still want to get married!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quezi patted his chest vigorously. "Don't worry, Zhuzi. I, your brother, have agreed to this matter. If anyone dares to talk nonsense in the future, I, your brother, will definitely help you explain something."

"Then I would like to thank everyone for your keen observation!"

How could He Yuzhu not know what this guy was planning? It was because this guy also had his eyes on Qin Huairu and wanted to take advantage of her in the future.

The others obviously knew what Wang Quezi was thinking, but no one would tell the truth. After all, Wang Quezi was now a level seven cook, and no one wanted to do anything that would offend others.

In this way, a group of people worked hard to finish lunch. When He Yuzhu saw that everything was almost cleaned up, he turned around and went to the small warehouse to find Jin Dafa who was preparing to take a nap.

"Brother Fa, do you have nothing to do this afternoon?"

"Nothing, what's the matter, Zhuzi? Do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

"I thought about going to the post office to send a letter to my dad."

Jin Dafa said quickly when he heard it: "Zhu Zi, that's right. People should look forward to the future. How about this, you just sneak away in a while!"

"Brother Fa, thank you for your help."

After thanking Jin Dafa, He Yuzhu went back to pack up. While everyone was slacking off, he pretended nothing had happened and left the cafeteria.

Of course, this is also a benefit in the cafeteria. If anyone has something to do, just tell the squad leader and as long as he is not busy, Jin Dafa will agree directly. It will not be counted as absent unless discovered by the leader. If discovered, just tell Jin Dafa.

The reason why He Yuzhu asked for leave was that he wanted to go to the post office to collect evidence. He didn't believe the money sent by He Daqing, and the post office had no record of it.

So He Yuzhu came to the post office in their area based on his memory. In his memory, the postman who often delivered things to their alley was named Yang.

It happened that He Yuzhu had just walked into the post office when he met the postman who was about to go out.

"Master Yang, are you going to deliver a letter?"

The courier Yang Shu certainly knew He Yuzhu, because since 10, his father would send him yuan every month.

"Hey, Zhuzi, what brings you to the post office?"

"I came to ask if there is any letter from my father here."

Yang Shu immediately took out an envelope from his bag. "It just so happens that you're here, so I don't have to send it off. But your father is really kind to you. He has sent money to you two every month for the past eleven years."

He Yuzhu felt a pain in his heart when he heard this. Damn Yi Zhonghai. In his previous life, this guy only asked He Daqing to send the money after he came back. At that time, he just made a casual remark and fooled around with the matter.

With the protection of Qin Huairu and a group of "good neighbors", my previous life self was confused and didn't pursue the matter any further!

But after seeing the intrigues behind the scenes, and hearing about it from the postman again, He Yuzhu's desire for revenge became even more urgent.

"Should I just call the police and have him arrested?" He Yuzhu thought about it in his mind, but he also asked around. The laws in this era were not perfect, and someone with behavior like Yi Zhonghai would be released after being sentenced to more than ten years at most.

He Yuzhu thought it was more important to find evidence first, so he pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Master Yang, are you saying that my father has been sending letters all these years? Then why haven't I received any? And what about the money transfer?"

Yang Shu was stunned when he heard this. "That's not right. Over the years, I have personally handed every letter to the manager of your hospital. This matter was entrusted to me by your father."

"Before your father left, he came to me and told me that he would be leaving Sijiu City in the future and would send me money every month. He asked me to give it to Yi Zhonghai. He also said that he had discussed this matter with Yi Zhonghai!"

Of course, he had seen this situation from "Eighth Master", but what he wanted now was evidence that could make Yi Zhonghai pay money.

"Master Yang, but I didn't receive the money at all!"

Yang Shu panicked when he heard this. If people misunderstood that he and Yi Zhonghai embezzled the money, it would more or less affect his reputation!

He quickly explained: "Zhu Zi, I definitely handed over the money. As for why you didn't receive it, I really don't know!"

He Yuzhu smiled and waved his hand: "Master Yang, don't misunderstand me, I don't mean anything else. Do you have any records of remittances?"

Yang Shu nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, yes. There are records for the past five years. Wait for me and I'll get them for you."

A moment later, He Yuzhu returned to the courtyard with the latest letter and the remittance record from Yang Shu. This time, he wanted to make Yi Zhonghai bleed again, so that all his efforts over the years would be in vain...