Siheyuan: Starting from a Truck Driver

Chapter 214 Making trouble

Looking at the director's gratified expression, Yi Zhonghai realized that he was powerless to save the situation. As a person driven by human desires, everyone has shortcomings. Even a rock-hard person can be touched. Some people are greedy for money and some are lustful. What the director pursued was just to do practical things for the people.

He used to take advantage of the director's weakness to stir up trouble in the community. Now, he was cleverly counterattacked by Li Aiguo.

Although he admitted defeat, Yi Zhonghai was still unwilling to give in. He quietly gave Jia Zhang a suggestive look.

Jia Zhang nodded after understanding. She came over in disheveled clothes and staggering, crying out:

"Director, my family was attacked and I am now homeless. The subdistrict office cannot just sit there and do nothing."

This sentence instantly interrupted the director's good mood, and she said in a cold tone:

"Ms. Jia Zhang, when old Jia passed away, the steel mill gave him generous compensation. When your son Jia Dongxu got married, he accepted gifts from everywhere. Where is that money? When something went wrong, you didn't seek to be self-reliant, but instead relied on external forces for help. I think this is the root cause of your problem."

Jia Zhang was scolded so much that she lowered her head in silence. The director turned to Yi Zhonghai again, with a look of condemnation in his eyes: "It seems that you are the one who spoiled him like this."

This description says that Yi Zhonghai was speechless after someone said something. He guessed that Li Aiguo was responsible for the donation. He felt unhappy when he thought of Li Aiguo, and wanted to find him but failed. After the fund-raising meeting, the residents did not leave immediately, but waited to collect their previous donations. Each ten yuan could cover two years of tuition for the children. Everyone gathered around Yi Zhonghai's door because they were worried that someone was cheating.

When he got home, the lights in the house were dim. Yi Zhonghai looked serious, frowning and saying nothing. Liu Hai stepped forward to ask for a solution, nervously looking at the crowd outside the door. Yi Zhonghai sighed and decided to return the donations to the residents. Yan Bugui counted the money, questioned whether it was enough to cover the entire amount, and mentioned the initial ten yuan labor fee. Although Yan Bugui was unwilling, he had to remain silent when he saw Yi Zhonghai's excitement. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui had to take out their part of the money and return it to Yi Zhonghai.

The remaining money was taken by the three managers, each of whom took ten yuan, and the rest was given to the Jia family, and they needed to get it back from the Jia family. When Yi Zhonghai entered the inner room and was about to talk to Jia Zhang, Jia Zhang quickly covered her face and insisted that she had no money. Jia Dongxu asked the master to help his family solve the problem and mentioned the family's difficulties. At this time, Jia Zhang proposed to borrow more money because the family needed to build a house.

Yi Zhonghai was about to borrow money from the deaf old lady when he was stopped by an old lady who asked him if he really intended to help Jia Zhang pay the bill.

Yi Zhonghai sighed: "Dongxu is a good kid. As a master, I can't just watch him get into trouble and do nothing. Besides, Jia Zhang is indeed..."

He stopped talking before he finished speaking because he was afraid that others might hear him.

The aunt understood Yi Zhonghai's thoughts completely and said with a frown, "I always feel that Jia Zhang doesn't look like someone who will die young."

Yi Zhonghai had the same feeling. When the incident happened, Jia Zhang was the closest to the scene and was pushed three or four meters away by the shock wave. She even lost most of her hair, but she was safe and sound.

However, if we give up now on all the hard work we put into Jia Dongxu, all our efforts will be wasted.

Yi Zhonghai seemed to be bound by some invisible force.

"Okay, don't mention it anymore. I know the severity of the situation." Although the deaf grandmother was unwilling to lend it, the mute pillar was in trouble now. The aunt tried her best to find the leader for help, but it was in vain. It seemed that he might be difficult to release. In her own courtyard, she still relied on Yi Zhonghai to do things.

Finally, after Yi Zhonghai's repeated requests, she reluctantly agreed to lend him three hundred yuan.

After getting the cash, Yi Zhonghai began to visit each household to repay the loans.

"Lao Zhang, this is the money my family got back then."

"Oh, how could Master Yi be so foolish as to do such a shameful thing!"

"Snapped"

Looking at the closed door, Yi Hai was so angry that his whole body was shaking. For many years, he was an important figure in the courtyard and had never been questioned or accused like this.

The journey of repaying the debt continued, and he finally arrived at the door of Li Aiguo. After wandering outside the door for a long time, he mustered up his courage and knocked on the door.

"Patriotism, this is your debt."

"Could it be another painting?"

Li Aiguo took the banknote and checked it carefully under the light. Yi Zhonghai's blood boiled and he wanted to beat him up, but his reason told him that he had to be patient.

"I, Yi Hai, am not a liar no matter what. My reputation as the tyrant of Siheyuan is not fake. How can I use it? How can a person who lies in public still have the nerve to say that he is upright?"

"Snapped"

The silence in the room was only broken by a disdainful voice from the crack of the door: "Shame on you for your behavior!"

Yi Zhonghai stood in the darkness, his teeth almost broken, and at this moment he regretted his decision. If he had known earlier, he would not have helped Jia Dongxu deal with Li Aiguo, who was not worthy of being called a train driver, he was simply a .

Returning home with a sense of loss, Yi Zhonghai took the porcelain bowl handed over by the aunt and drank tea in big gulps. It took him a while to calm down. Listening to the thunderous snoring and pungent smell in the house, he knew that he could not give up and had to help the Jia family repair the house as soon as possible.

His master chef Fu Cheng's second uncle happened to be an excellent bricklayer, and with this family relationship he might be able to get a more affordable price.

It was decided that tomorrow he would invite a bricklayer to come over, purchase the necessary materials, and restore the Jia family's house as soon as possible.

The night is dark and everything is quiet. It is the perfect time to enjoy stewing meat.

Li Aiguo took action quietly under the cover of night.

Of the two kilograms of meat distributed by the maintenance section today, he only consumed less than half a kilogram for dinner, and he still had one and a half kilograms left, enough for three or four more full meals.

The weather is hot, and fresh meat will spoil if stored for too long. It is better to store it in a stewed form, which will not spoil and is convenient to eat at any time.

Being a man, he decided to take action immediately.

He placed the stainless steel pot on the stove, filled it with water, put in the remaining meat, sprinkled some salt, and threw in a few peppercorns and cinnamon to add flavor. When the water in the pot was boiling, he closed the stove plug tightly, turned to low heat and simmered slowly, allowing the meat to fully absorb the spices and the flavor to be more authentic.

In the process of stewing the braised meat, Li Aiguo did not waste time. The combat quality of train drivers needs to be constantly exercised...

Cough, correct it - increase skill points.

After fighting two dungeons in a row and successfully gaining two new skill points, he stretched his body to show his relaxation. Then, he turned his attention to the toilet to relieve his urgency.

As we approached the Jia family's courtyard, we could hear someone cursing faintly outside the door: "Damn Li Aiguo, if it weren't for him, we would have gotten the two hundred yuan long ago!"

Looking through the dim light, Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu were sitting side by side at the "Jia family ruins" and whispering.

"Dongxu, Li Aiguo destroyed our family and forced us to hand over our hard-earned money. This is so unfair to your mother and me." Jia Zhang was very angry.

Jia Dongxu assured: "Mom, don't worry. I have my good brothers. I will ask them to punish him tomorrow. It would be best if he is crippled and cannot move for the rest of his life."

Listening to these conversations in the dark corner, Li Aiguo's eyes narrowed slightly. Since Jia Dongxu wanted to target him, he would strike first.

In the fire, the aroma of the stew in the steel pot kept coming out, which was appetizing. Just as Li Aiguo was planning a strategy against Jia Dongxu, there was a steady knock on the door.

"Who are you at this time of night? Don't disturb my sleep."

The moment I opened the door, before I could blink, the sleepiness, irritability and impatience quickly disappeared, and in front of me was a young man in military green camouflage uniform holding a folder, examining me.

Facing the other party's formal address: "Comrade Li Aiguo?"

The young man in his 50s checked the folder in his hand and looked the man in front of him up and down, as if verifying his identity.

Li Aiguo swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He took a step back involuntarily, and the hand that was originally pulling the door became confused and helpless. He pulled the cloth clothes on his body, looking quite flustered.

After confirming that everything was correct, the young man closed the folder and said in an unquestionable tone: "There is a mission that requires your cooperation. Come with us."

Faced with an unclear situation, Li Aiguo chose to compromise. "What's the matter?" he asked tentatively.

The other party did not answer, but only made an invitation. At this point, Li Aiguo had no choice but to obey, thinking secretly in his heart that the matter must be complicated.

Late at night, Li Aiguo really had no intention of leaving with those two men.

However, his legs were very honest and he followed them out of the gate of the courtyard involuntarily.

Outside the courtyard, there was a Glashütte jeep parked. It was running smoothly, with a constant roar and black exhaust rising up.

Two men in Type 50 military uniforms opened the car door and enthusiastically invited Li Aiguo to get in.

Another person sitting in the co-pilot seat urged: "Hurry up, the leader is waiting."

Sitting in the jeep, Li Aiguo felt a strong shake, and then slowly regained consciousness. This was not because he was slow to react. If it were anyone else, stewing braised pork, immersed in the world of comics, and suddenly being taken away by the Type 50 sergeant, they would probably be a little confused.

He began to recall what had happened to him.

Is it illegal rice smuggling?

Or did they blow up the Jia family’s house?

Or was it Miss Lou Xiaoe?

None of these behaviors, taken individually, are serious enough to warrant such a massive mobilization.

The meticulousness of the jeep driver alone speaks volumes.

This driver was the most professional he had ever seen. He had been concentrating on driving, only moving his hands when changing gears, never leaving the steering wheel, not even scratching, rubbing his eyes or wiping his nose. Every time he changed gears, he grasped the timing just right. When he needed to release the clutch with both feet, Li Aiguo did not feel any setbacks. Only top racers could do it so smoothly.

The other two Type 50 soldiers sat upright and motionless like stone sculptures since they got on the bus.

To be able to make such a person come out to arrest me, it is obvious that the problem is not simple.