Chapter 7

"Lao Yi! It will be too late if you don't make a decision." Yan Bugui said with an anxious look.

"Silly... Zhuzi, come back, I will give everyone money!" Seeing that He Yuzhu had walked to the front courtyard, Yi Zhonghai hurriedly said.

As a result, He Yuzhu didn't stop at all, and walked out of the Siheyuan in two or three steps.

"Finished!" Yi Zhonghai thought to himself, and then felt his eyes go black, and his whole person collapsed to the ground.

Yi Zhonghai understood that what he had done could not stand investigation. If the higher-ups really sent someone to investigate him thoroughly, he would be finished.

"Sigh! Lao Yi, what do you want me to say about you?" Yan Bugui said with a pained look, as if he had lost hundreds of millions.

He Yuzhu left like this, inviting leaders from the district, which could indeed help the people in the courtyard get back the money that Jia Zhangshi had extorted before, but there was no share for him. After all, Yan Bugui is the Third Uncle. In order to maintain the authority of the Third Uncle, Yi Zhonghai would not let Jia Zhangshi extort Yan Bugui.

"Hurry up and take the money. You can't just talk and not do it. Also, it is compensation, or returning money, not giving money. It is you, Yi Zhonghai, and Jia Zhangshi who owe everyone. It is a matter of course to compensate everyone." He Yuzhu said.

"Zhuzi, didn't you go to the district?" Yan Bugui was suddenly shocked, looking at He Yuzhu who was walking from the front courtyard to the middle courtyard.

"No, I gave the sugar to Daniu, Erhu and that group of children, let them distribute the sugar themselves, and then let them go home." He Yuzhu said.

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief. For this kind of money, everyone naturally accepted it. As for Yi Zhonghai's revenge, even if he wanted revenge, he would have to find He Yuzhu first.

"Old partner, take the money." Yi Zhonghai said through gritted teeth.

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he looked at Jia Zhangshi, but found that Jia Zhangshi had long since disappeared in the courtyard. As soon as Jia Zhangshi heard that He Yuzhu wanted her to pay, she ran back to the room directly.

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he was smoking from his seven orifices, but he had no choice but to swallow his teeth and pay out of his own pocket.

There are eighteen households in the whole Siheyuan. Excluding the families of Jia Zhangshi and Yi Zhonghai, there are sixteen households left, totaling three hundred and twenty yuan. Excluding the Deaf Old Lady's family, three hundred is enough.

However, He Yuzhu did not give Yi Zhonghai this opportunity, but took this opportunity to provoke the relationship between Yi Zhonghai and the Deaf Old Lady.

Even the best relationship will collapse because of interests, and the most direct interest is money.

He Yuzhu wants Yi Zhonghai to personally put the money into the Deaf Old Lady's hands. As for the future, whether Yi Zhonghai asks for the money back or pretends to be generous and doesn't want the money, one of them must be uncomfortable.

If Yi Zhonghai asks for the money back, the Deaf Old Lady will definitely be uncomfortable;

If Yi Zhonghai doesn't ask for the money back, Yi Zhonghai will be uncomfortable;

If the Deaf Old Lady pretends to be generous and returns the money, asking Yi Zhonghai to buy some meat for her to eat, will Yi Zhonghai buy more or less? If he buys more, Yi Zhonghai is reluctant; if he buys less, the Deaf Old Lady is unhappy;

If Yi Zhonghai asks for the money back from the Deaf Old Lady on the condition of buying meat, the Deaf Old Lady will still be unhappy, and buying meat will be a problem next.

No matter what, there will inevitably be a rift between the two.

"Third Uncle, you write a document and write a reconciliation letter for everyone. You first write down the process of Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi extorting everyone's hard-earned money, and then write that because they are afraid of being punished, they specifically return everyone's money. Just let him sign and press his handprint, and everyone must also sign and press their handprints when receiving the money."

"Yi Zhonghai has to compensate ten, take five yuan from my twenty yuan as your writing fee, and let Yi Zhonghai give the remaining fifteen yuan to the old lady."

"If Yi Zhonghai doesn't agree, then I will go directly to the district to find someone to talk about it." He Yuzhu said. He Yuzhu wants to sit on the fact that Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi committed crimes.

As soon as Yan Bugui heard this, he was happy. He immediately asked Yan Jiecheng to move a table and get paper and pen, and began to write. It was not until He Yuzhu was satisfied that he wrote sixteen copies in a row.

Yi Zhonghai was almost angered to vomit blood. Yi Zhonghai stared at He Yuzhu fiercely, wishing he could grind He Yuzhu into bones and ashes. He Yuzhu gave Yi Zhonghai a provocative sneer.

Yan Bugui wrote for nearly an hour before finishing.

The veins on Yi Zhonghai's forehead were popping out. He had tried to interrupt Yan Bugui's writing several times and wanted to tear up these papers. This was not ordinary paper, but a handle that Yi Zhonghai was held by others.

Yi Zhonghai has a strong desire for control. This kind of person likes to control others the most and is the least willing to be controlled by others. Now, everyone in the Siheyuan has a copy, which is equivalent to everyone being able to hold Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai firmly believes that as long as he signs and presses his handprint, Xu Damao will definitely report him at the first moment.

Although he will not be severely punished, after all, he has already returned the money, and even doubled it, but the reputation and prestige he has built over the years will be gone.

However, if he doesn't sign, He Yuzhu will make trouble to the district. This is clearly eating him up. Yi Zhonghai hates He Yuzhu so much that his teeth itch, and he wishes he could bite He Yuzhu to death!

Yi Zhonghai was about to go crazy. At this time, Yan Bugui finished writing and put the pen and ink pad in front of Yi Zhonghai.

"Lao Yi, sign and press your handprint, and you can distribute the money." After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he looked at everyone and said loudly: "Each household sends a representative, line up, sign and press your handprint, and you can receive the money."

Everyone in the Siheyuan had been waiting for this moment, and each household immediately selected a representative and lined up.

Yi Zhonghai stood at the table and refused to sign and press his handprint for a long time.

"Zhuzi, your Grand Uncle was so good before, can you bear to force your Grand Uncle like this?" Yi Dama said sadly.

"You said Yi Zhonghai was so good to me before, how good was he?" He Yuzhu sneered.

"After your father He Daqing ran away back then, if it weren't for Lao Yi taking care of you, you and Yushui would have starved to death long ago." Yi Dama roared angrily.

"Taking care of me? Do you feel guilty for saying this? Your Silly Hai was taking care of Jia Zhangshi, right? After He Daqing left, Jia Zhangshi moved away all the food in my house. Who threatened me not to let me report the case?"

"He Yushui and I borrowed food from house to house in the whole courtyard. Who forced the whole courtyard not to let everyone lend me food?"

"Everyone was just afraid of Yi Zhonghai's threat and didn't dare to say anything, not blind. Still taking care of me, where did you get such a big face!" He Yuzhu shouted coldly.

The beasts of the Siheyuan were all silent. Back then, it was not that no one had compassion and wanted to help He Yuzhu and He Yushui. If they couldn't take out anything else, they could still take out a sweet potato, a sweet potato, a corn bun, or a bowl of thin soup.

However, they didn't dare to help He Yuzhu and He Yushui because of Yi Zhonghai's threat. At that time, Yi Zhonghai was a high-level worker in the Rolling Mill and the First Uncle in the courtyard.

The people in the courtyard didn't understand the law, and Yi Zhonghai was very good at deceiving superiors and subordinates and distorting the facts, which led the people in the courtyard to think that Yi Zhonghai, the First Uncle, was a figure similar to the neighborhood head of the old world. Naturally, they didn't dare to violate Yi Zhonghai's meaning.

The more He Yuzhu thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but roar: "Yi Zhonghai, you dead-end person, what are you hesitating about there? Are you signing or not? If you don't sign, your Uncle Zhu will go to the district to find someone who understands to try you."

The thing Yi Zhonghai tabooed the most was calling him a dead-end person. He Yuzhu called him a dead-end person in front of so many people, which was simply stabbing him in the lungs with a knife.

"Shazhu, you wait for me!" Yi Zhonghai thought to himself through gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)