Chapter 126: Have you seen Jia Zhangshi, who likes to reason?

Success also came from the bicycle.

Failure also came from the bicycle.

Shazhu's act of buying two bicycles deeply stimulated the Jia family mother and son, making them involuntarily recall the bicycle of Shazhu that had been stolen years ago.

The Jia family's sewing machine is simply gone.

Damn Shazhu, didn't our Dong Xu just lose your bicycle? And then we moved our brand‑new, unopened sewing machine to your place to offset the debt.

Because Shazhu bought a bicycle, the stimulated Jia Dongxu actually went to Jia Zhangshi asking for money, saying he too wanted a bicycle; as fellow courtyard residents, they couldn't let Shazhu outdo them.

Jia Zhangshi was so furious she didn't care about her face.

What bicycle do you want?

If you want one, you should ask Shazhu.

Laoqianpo, wearing her shoes, pushed open the door and came out, full of vigor, intending to cause trouble for Shazhu.

Seeing Jia Zhangshi's hostile posture, Shazhu couldn't help but snort coldly, then flexed his wrists a few times.

It had been a long time since he'd clashed with the Jia family, his palms were actually a bit itchy, and he fondly remembered the days when, at the slightest disagreement, he would slap Jia Zhangshi hard.

Shazhu braced himself for Jia Zhangshi's cheek attack.

He dared to speak.

I'll just give you a big slap, you bastard.

"Shazhu." Like a deflating balloon, the moment she approached Shazhu, Jia Zhangshi, who had been fierce and intent on giving him a hard time, suddenly changed her tone, her voice softening, her angry vigor turning listless: "Neighbors are all here, old lady, I have something to say to you."

Inside the courtyard, Jia Zhangshi, who usually resorts to swearing and causing a scene when trouble arises, unusually wanted to reason with Shazhu.

Just the thought of it being Shazhu, the one who dares to beat up Jia Zhangshi.

Everyone felt relieved.

In short, Jia Zhangshi is also a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong.

He thought that if his family clashed with Jia Zhangshi, maybe he could also give her a fierce slap like Shazhu does, but he dismissed the idea, remembering that Jia Zhangshi has Yi Zhonghai backing her.

Although Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi don't get along, Jia Dongxu is ultimately Yi Zhonghai's apprentice, now a second‑level technician at Yagangchang, and his wife Qin Huairu also gets along well with Yi Zhonghai; they lack the courage to oppose Jia Zhangshi, and they can't eat without watching Yi Zhonghai's face.

Shazhu can ignore Yi Zhonghai, but they cannot.

"Our sewing machine is still at your place; I'm not unreasonable. We don't want the sewing machine—just compensate us with this bicycle for the Jia family, and we'll settle the matter. That way our Dong Xu won't have to walk to work every day."

He really dares to speak.

Something worth over one million, up to two million.

As soon as his upper lip touched his lower lip, he blurted it out.

Is this face a butt?

What they want is still Shazhu's newly bought bicycle.

Shazhu laughed.

This is treating him as the Jia family's ox and horse, to bleed him dry.

Jia Dongxu isn't dead yet, Qin Huairu hasn't become a widow—is it really too early to demand Shazhu's new bicycle?

"What are you laughing at? Our Dong Xu lost your new bicycle, you moved our brand‑new sewing machine to your house and called it paying off the bicycle debt, so we're even." Jia Zhangshi spoke solemnly, spouting nonsense, aiming at Shazhu's new bicycle: "Now that you've found your bicycle, it's as if our bicycle is in your hands—are you saying you won't give it to our Jia family?"

The bicycle incident from several years ago.

It can still be used this way.

Shazhu felt numb; for the first time he looked at Jia Zhangshi with a serious gaze, her face wearing a smug "de de de" expression.

I originally thought Jia Zhangshi would resort to shouting and unreasonable tactics, but instead she used unreasonable entanglement, calling white black and black white.

Shazhu was not in a hurry.

The item is his; no one can take it away.

The anxious one is Yan Fugui.

Just before Jia Zhangshi came out demanding the new bicycle, Yan Fugui had already settled terms with Shazhu; Lao Kou bought Shazhu's old bicycle for six hundred thousand and took possession.

Although Shazhu's secondhand bicycle had been ridden for years, under his meticulous care it looked about seventy percent new; selling it to Lao Kou for six hundred thousand was quite a bargain for Lao Kou.

If the Jia family takes this new bicycle, can Shazhu still sell his old one to Lao Kou for six hundred thousand?

Obviously not.

Lao Kou's dream of owning a bicycle will be further dashed.

This is taking away what someone loves.

This is something a gentleman cannot do.

"Jia old woman, what nonsense are you spouting? How did Shazhu's bicycle become your Jia family's bicycle?" Yan Fugui said to Jia Zhangshi: "This is Shazhu's bicycle; you claim it's your family's—do you have any proof?"

"How is it not our family's bicycle?" Jia Zhangshi changed her tone: "Shazhu said he bought the bicycle, so it's his bicycle; surely the police found his bicycle and he doesn't want to return it to our Jia family, so he cooked up this scheme."

Jia Zhangshi's gaze fell on Shazhu, and a smug smile appeared on her face—as if to say, "You may have fooled others, but you can't fool me, Jia Zhangshi."

Shazhu's peripheral vision unnaturally drifted toward the Yi family.

Thanks to Xu Damu's hard work.

Shazhu knew some inside information about the Jia family that outsiders didn't, such as the relationship between Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai, and also knew what Yi Zhonghai felt toward the Jia family and toward himself.

Yi Zhonghai wishes the Jia family would constantly butt heads with Shazhu.

In the dog‑eats‑dog showdown, he was treated like a dog.

This is not the ending Shazhu wanted to see.

We must drag the hypocrite into the water.

"Head Steward, what's the meaning of this? The Jia family came to seize my bicycle—you, as the Head Steward of our courtyard, are just going to sit inside and watch the show?"

Yi Zhonghai, watching everything unfold in the courtyard through the glass, saw Jia Zhangshi approach Shazhu and suddenly lose her nerve, starting to reason with Shazhu, his heart instantly turning cold a few degrees.

You bastard, why don't you go cause a scene with Shazhu?

Speak reason.

Talk a load of bullshit.

Your Jia Zhangshi's advantage is being shameless.

No choice.

The hypocrite can only pin this big show on Shazhu; as long as Shazhu gives Jia Zhangshi a big slap, Yi Zhonghai will have something to do.

The turtle took a liking to the big tortoise.

They're all the same turtle.

Jia Zhangshi doesn't play by the rules.

Shazhu doesn't play by the rules either.

Many neighbors were present, and Yi Zhonghai had become Head Steward; after Shazhu made his meaning clear, he really had no recourse, could only come out of the house, look at Jia Zhangshi with an eager expression, look at Shazhu with an indifferent expression, and also look at the people present; he simply took the opportunity to convene a Dayuan meeting.

Less than ten minutes.

Dozens of households of neighbors all gathered in Zhong Yuan; it's unclear whether it was to show importance to Yi Zhonghai or because the hypocrite had other arrangements; even the deaf old lady, who rarely attends Dayuan meetings, made a rare appearance at the venue, sitting on a stool just like the three Head Stewards.