Chapter 470: Jia Zhangshi Borrows Money

I won't say anything else.

Just that door, old six zero.

He just can't afford to provoke him.

Doubts welled up in his heart.

Just which mighty expert is this?

He actually managed to summon such a heavy weapon.

He had completely lost the overbearing arrogance he'd shown earlier when he came with his lackeys to cause trouble.

It's the Security Section again.

Again, it's the arrangement of light and heavy firepower.

Besides, just now I saw Liu Jianguo in full military uniform.

Within the Red Star jurisdiction.

Who doesn't know that the stone‑faced King of Hell Liu Jianguo is an impartial, iron‑fisted man?

Such a person, yet he was chatting and laughing with that mature‑looking man, and I could faintly hear terms like 'brother' and 'brother‑in‑law'.

Damn it.

How are we supposed to play this?

The head big brother, looking dejected, took his men and fled.

……

Siheyuan

"San Daye, I, the old woman, really have no other way. We're all neighbors in the same Dayuan. Help me, old woman. It's not that I don't want to leave; it's that if I leave, what will happen to Bangeng coming back? We can't let Bangeng follow me back to the countryside to farm."

Before Yan Fugui could say anything, Jia Zhangshi began wailing and pouring out her grievances, her tears pouring out like a floodgate river, uncontrolled.

She just went to the Jiēdào for a quick visit.

She asked about the relevant policies.

This could be considered a backup plan for herself.

If the Jia family's house were sold, the Jia family would surely need to find a place to live.

But she learned from Director Wang that there was no answer about renting a house.

Facing Jia Zhangshi, Director Wang told her plainly that unless she could raise money to buy the Jia family's current house, the only recourse was to return to their hometown in the countryside.

He became anxious.

There was nothing he could do.

Jia Zhangshi fixed her idea on Yan Fugui.

After all, Yan Fugui is the sole manager elder of the Siheyuan.

No wonder she is Qin Huairu's mother‑in‑law.

I don't know whether Qin Huairu learned it from her, or Jia Zhangshi learned it from Qin Huairu.

They exchanged a few idle words.

Then Jia Zhangshi began to cry.

"Jia Zhangshi, stop crying. Whatever the matter, let's talk it over slowly. Even if you cried all day, the problem wouldn't be solved. I know your family's situation; the only way out is for you to come up with the money."

Yan Fugui was also left bewildered by Jia Zhangshi's crying ploy.

Jia Zhangshi, who isn't even enough of a troublemaker.

She even knows how to play the victim.

As the Siheyuan's manager elder, San Daye, he naturally knows what predicament the Jia family is facing.

Besides money.

There's nothing else.

The problem is that Jia Zhangshi went to Yan Fugui for money, which is a bit like a desperate patient grabbing any doctor.

Who is Yan Fugui?

The Siheyuan's notorious old schemer.

The kind who has his married son living at home and still collects rent, yet you dare to think of borrowing money from Yan Fugui; moreover, Jia Zhangshi didn't even mention how much interest or when to repay.

Qin Huairu's wages were cut.

Jia Zhangshi is also a lazy good‑for‑nothing.

Lending this money to the Jia family is no different than throwing a meat‑filled bun at a dog.

He simply told Jia Zhangshi outright, "I won't help you; figure it out yourself."

Jia Zhangshi stared dumbfounded at the speaking Yan Fugui, wearing an expression of utter disbelief.

Are you still our manager elder, you bastard?

Try to come up with the money.

His tone was so casual and nonchalant!

If I could borrow the money, why would I still come to you, Yan Fugui?

Are you even human?

Suddenly.

A thought she had never had before rose in Jia Zhangshi's heart.

They're in cahoots.

Whether it's Yan Fugui right in front of her, the Siheyuan neighbors watching the excitement not far away, or even Shazhu who clearly has no dealings with the Jia family, they're all in the same boat.

She felt isolated!

I've been isolated by all these beasts in the Siheyuan!

A monster called Powerlessness crawled onto Jia Zhangshi's body, making her limbs sore and numb, leaving her unable to muster any strength.

She looked around.

Everyone in the Siheyuan is her enemy; even Bangeng and Xiao Dang, whom she raised, treat her as an enemy—one resents her for not taking him back, the other simply married off to the countryside.

I am their biological grandmother!

Bitterness welled up on Jia Zhangshi's cheeks.

She even mocked Liu Haizhong, saying he and his wife had given birth to three beastly sons and didn't care whether he lived or died.

Now it seems her situation is no better than Liu Haizhong's.

Her daughter-in-law is estranged from her.

Her biological grandson resents him.

Her biological granddaughter is angry at him.

On the contrary, Huaihua, who has no blood ties to Jia Zhangshi, treats her well.

Even so.

Jia Zhangshi also didn't consider Huaihua; the person she worried about in her heart was still Bangeng.

In order to give Bangeng a place to live, she pretended not to have understood Yan Fugui's refusal and once again asked him for a loan.

"San Daye, this old woman's meaning: can you lend me a few hundred bucks so I can keep our Jia Family's old house? I guarantee, I guarantee I'll repay you if I get the money. If I die, there's Huairu; if Huairu dies, there's Bangeng and Xiao Dang."

Yan Fugui stared blankly at Jia Zhangshi, who, knowing she'd been refused, still opened her mouth to ask him for a loan.

Good fellow!

Yan Fugui silently called him a good fellow several times in his heart.

"Lend me a few hundred bucks; if I die, Qin Huairu will repay; if Qin Huairu dies, Bangeng and Xiao Dang will continue to repay."

Damn it.

This clearly will become a debt lasting years.

I have a few hundred bucks; why don't I just buy your Jia Family's house myself?

I'll lend you the money.

I'm sick!

"Jia Zhangshi, I have no money to lend you; you'd be better off not wasting your time here and trying someone else—maybe they can help you, I can't."

"Neighbors, tell me: when did the Siheyuan's feng shui go bad, and how did it produce such a shameless person as Jia Zhangshi?"

"That's absolutely true; Jia Zhangshi's shamelessness outdoes even Qin Huairu's, proving the old saying: birds of a feather flock together."

"It serves Bangeng right for marrying a widow, and it serves Xiao Dang right for marrying a man over ten years her senior—Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu have ruined the marriage prospects."

Hearing the neighbors gossip about her, Jia Zhangshi felt both heartbroken and angry.

Damn Yan Fugui!

Everyone blames you, you bastard.

You have money—why won't you help this old woman?

If you help this old woman, could she die, or what else could happen?

You're so rich—why not lend this old woman a few hundred bucks?

This old woman never said she wouldn't repay.

If I, Jia Zhangshi, had another option, I wouldn't be miserably begging you, Yan Fugui, for a loan, crying poor and playing the victim.

No matter how many mistakes, they're not Jia Zhangshi's fault—they're all Yan Fugui's fault.

Standing before Yan Fugui, Jia Zhangshi constantly blamed heaven and earth, endlessly complaining about Yan Fugui.

Her facial expression was extremely ferocious, as if Yan Fugui's refusal to lend her money were the biggest mistake in the world.

"Yan Fugui, what's the problem with lending me a few hundred bucks? You have money—why won't you lend me any?"