Chapter 236

In short.

Can't let him have it easy.

"One, no, three thousand, that's my limit!"

"If you're still not satisfied, I have no other way!"

Yi Zhonghai's teeth were almost gritted to pieces.

"Fine, when will you give it to me?"

Wan Ping'an nodded.

He hadn't expected Yi Zhonghai to be able to come up with such a large sum of money.

"I can't give it to you right now."

"Let me out first, I'll give you a portion in cash, and borrow the rest from others."

Yi Zhonghai smiled bitterly.

Three thousand yuan; even if he sold himself, it wouldn't be enough.

Fortunately, he had a stable job and some treasures passed down from the older generation; selling them and borrowing a bit would be enough to make up three thousand yuan.

"You can wait to go to prison then!"

Wan Ping'an got up and left.

"Wait!"

"Help me get a piece of paper and a pen; I'll write a letter to my wife, telling her to scrape together the money for you; once the money is gathered, you come back and let me out!"

Yi Zhonghai panicked.

He was really afraid that Wan Ping'an would leave and never come back.

When Wan Ping'an left the police station, he had a note; the content was very simple: Aunt Yi was to sell the family property and scrape together three thousand yuan for him.

Returned to the Sihe Academy.

Handed the note to Aunt Yi.

"Three thousand yuan?"

Aunt Yi's legs went weak; if it weren't for the table right next to her, which she grabbed onto, she would have fallen to the ground.

Wan Ping'an sneered coldly.

Turned and left.

Ten minutes later, Aunt Yi went to find He Daqing.

"Daqing, haven't you always wanted Old Yi's family heirloom?"

"Eight hundred yuan, it's yours; you must give me the money within three days!"

Aunt Yi was very conflicted.

Yi Zhonghai only had seven hundred yuan in savings.

To scrape together three thousand yuan, the gap was too large, and she had to sell the family property; there were only three days, and after three days, Yi Zhonghai would have to go to prison.

"Three days isn't enough; give me a week to scrape together the money!"

He Daqing's eyes lit up.

He had offered one thousand yuan for Yi Zhonghai's heirloom last time, and Yi Zhonghai hadn't sold it to him; now it was only eight hundred, which was a huge profit!

He could turn around and sell it for a profit of over two hundred!

"No, it must be within three days."

Aunt Yi shook her head.

The note said very clearly that there were only three days!

He Daqing couldn't come up with it.

The third morning.

Aunt Yi, with dark circles under her eyes, came to find Wan Ping'an.

"Ping'an, the money really can't be scraped together."

"I beg you to show some kindness; we will definitely scrape the money together for you, can we pay it back slowly?"

Aunt Yi really had no other way.

The gap was too large.

In an era where the average wage was only a dozen yuan, scraping together three thousand yuan in only three days was really too difficult for her!

"Fine, I'll give Yi Zhonghai one chance."

"I'll leave ten yuan a month for Yi Zhonghai's living expenses, and the rest will all be used for repayment."

"At the same time, your house is private property, right?"

"Mortgage your house to me; once Yi Zhonghai's job changes and he can't pay back the money, your house will belong to me!"

Wan Ping'an wanted to make Yi Zhonghai suffer.

The poverty line set in the capital in the fifties, which was the minimum standard of living, was about four yuan per person, not even five yuan!

Leaving ten yuan for Yi Zhonghai and his wife meant five yuan for living expenses per person.

Don't even think about drinking.

Don't even think about eating meat.

Don't even think about social obligations.

They couldn't do anything; if they spent even one mao recklessly, they would have to go hungry for a meal.

"You, you, you're too ruthless!"

Aunt Yi got anxious.

Five yuan a month, how miserable would that be?

They wouldn't even be able to afford small pickled vegetables!

Let alone eating vegetables!

"It's okay, I'm not forcing you!"

Wan Ping'an smiled.

Eventually.

Aunt Yi agreed.

She found Liu Haizhong, Yan Fugui, and He Daqing to act as witnesses and wrote a repayment contract.

In three days, Aunt Yi scraped together one thousand yuan in cash.

For the remaining two thousand yuan, they would pay monthly; every time Yi Zhonghai received his salary, he would leave ten yuan for living expenses and hand over the rest to Wan Ping'an.

Until it was paid off!

Liu Haizhong, Yan Fugui, and He Daqing gasped!

Too ruthless!

After signing this repayment contract, Yi Zhonghai would be the most miserable person in the Sihe Academy!

Two thousand yuan; it would take at least three years to pay off!

How miserable would Yi Zhonghai be in these three years?

The repayment contract specifically noted that Aunt Yi's signature and fingerprint weren't enough; Yi Zhonghai also had to sign and fingerprint it before he could be released.

Liu Haizhong returned home and sat in his chair, dazed.

"Master of the house, why is your expression so ugly?"

"What happened?"

Second Aunt was very strange.

Everything was normal when Liu Haizhong went out; why did it change when he came back?

"Sigh, our courtyard has produced a ruthless person, too ruthless!"

Liu Haizhong sighed.

He told her about the repayment contract Yi Zhonghai had signed.

"We all underestimated Wan Ping'an before."

Second Aunt sighed.

"Fortunately, we have no grudges or enmity with him."

"Otherwise, Deaf Old Lady and Yi Zhonghai's fate would be our fate."

"I just remembered, there's still Deaf Old Lady; she and Yi Zhonghai were both arrested, guess if Wan Ping'an will let her off?" ===== CHAPTER 238 =====