My happy life in a courtyard house with triplets.

Chapter 387: Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui's Positive Performance

Soon, the police officers and Director Wang of the neighborhood office discussed the matter. Director Wang said to the police officers, "Officers, we are aware of the situation. The neighborhood office will handle the follow-up work. Thank you both."

After seeing the two police officers off, Director Wang looked at Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui, who had just arrived, in the crowd, and said after thinking for a moment, "Liu Haizhong, Yan Fugui, you two should help out with the Jia family's matter. You're all from the same compound, so help each other out when you can."

Liu Haizhong quickly stepped forward and assured him, "Director Wang, don't worry, leave this matter to me and Lao Yan. We will definitely handle it well for the Jia family."

Director Wang nodded: "Just follow the rules. If you encounter any difficulties, remember to come to the subdistrict office to find me."

After saying that, Director Wang took out 5 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Liu Haizhong: "This 5 yuan is a small token of my appreciation to the Jia family."

Liu Haizhong quickly refused, "No, no, Director Wang, you don't need to pay for this. I'll pay, I'll pay."

Director Wang said, "This isn't money for a funeral; it's just a small token of our appreciation. You'll need to discuss the specifics with the Jia family. Also, it's not advisable to hold a large-scale event at this time; please explain the relevant policies to the Jia family."

Liu Haizhong nodded: "Director Wang, don't worry, we are aware of the policies."

Yan Fugui, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

After Director Wang left with the two staff members, Liu Haizhong looked at Yan Fugui and whispered, "Old Yan, Director Wang entrusted this matter to the two of us. This shows his trust in us and is the best time to restore our reputation."

Yan Fugui nodded in deep understanding: "Old Liu, you're right. We must handle this matter well and let everyone else in the compound see that in the end, it's still just the two of us who will be in charge of this compound."

The two then huddled together to discuss it.

Inside the Jia family's room, Jia Zhangshi was still wailing. Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui quickly entered the room and said to Jia Zhangshi, "Jia Zhangshi, please accept our condolences. The most important thing for Dongxu now is to be laid to rest. You wouldn't want Dongxu to lie here like this forever, unable to be buried, would you?"

Yan Fugui added, "Yes, Madam Jia, try to look on the bright side. We'll take care of Jia Dongxu's funeral arrangements for you."

Upon hearing this, Madam Jia Zhang immediately asked, "Really?"

The two nodded.

Liu Haizhong thought for a moment and said, "Mrs. Jia, this is ultimately a family matter, so you still have to pay the money you're owed. As for the rest, we'll arrange it, depending on the scale you want it to be."

Madam Jia was stunned: "What do you mean I have to pay? Didn't you say you were here to help our family? Why are you asking us to pay?"

Yan Fugui was somewhat displeased: "Jia Zhangshi, it was your son who died. If you're willing to not pay a single penny, then we'll find a few people to dig a hole and bury him."

Jia Zhangshi immediately stopped her: "Old Yan, what are you saying? What do you mean by digging a hole and burying my son? My son needs to be buried, he needs to be buried with dignity, and he needs everything he's entitled to!"

Liu Haizhong looked at her: "Jia Zhangshi, do you know how much all this will cost?"

Jia Zhangshi was stunned and said unreasonably, "I don't care. You two said you wanted to help my family, so you should pay for it."

Hearing Jia Zhangshi's logic, the two were speechless and exchanged a glance.

Liu Haizhong said helplessly, "Mrs. Jia, we won't make you pay all of it, we'll just let you pay half, is that alright? Old Yan and I will pay the other half."

Jia Zhangshi was taken aback.

Seeing that she was thinking, Liu Haizhong said, "Jia Zhangshi, if this still doesn't work, then Lao Yan and I will get out of this matter. Just pretend we didn't say anything."

Seeing that the two were about to refuse, Jia Zhangshi quickly agreed: "Alright, alright, we'll do as you two say. It's settled then, I'll only pay half, not a penny more."

Liu Haizhong nodded: "Okay, okay, I got it, you can pay half."

Yan Fugui quickly pulled him out and whispered, "Old Liu, what do you mean by paying half? I don't have any money."

Liu Haizhong looked at him and said, "Old Yan, do you still want to be your second uncle again? Do you still want to be in charge again? If you don't, I'll handle this all by myself."

Yan Fugui quickly said, "No, no, no, but I don't have much money. Can't I just give you 3 yuan?"

Liu Haizhong thought for a moment and said, "Okay, okay, I'll take care of the rest."

He then thought of the 5 yuan that Director Wang had given him, which was also a small subsidy, since it was all for the Jia family's business.

Soon, the two arranged for the other people in the courtyard to get busy, some setting up the mourning tent, others buying coffins, and they worked enthusiastically.

News of Jia Dongxu choking to death spread. Zhang Lei was the first to never expect Jia Dongxu to die in such a way. However, to avoid bringing bad luck to his family, Zhang Lei went to courtyard number 95 alone and, seeing the people going in and out to work, offered to help them.

Time flew by and it was time to leave work in the evening. Sha Zhu left work early and waited for He Daqing on his way home. He covered his face from head to toe and changed his clothes, just to avoid being recognized.

He Daqing whistled, lunchbox in hand, and happily walked home. When he reached a corner of a secluded alley, he suddenly felt something was wrong; the surroundings seemed strange.

Just as He Daqing was about to turn around, a wooden stick struck him directly in the back.

"Who is it?" He Daqing was about to shout when Sha Zhu, afraid he would make a sound, increased the force and hit him hard on the back with the stick again. There was a "bang" sound, like the sound of bones breaking.

Looking at He Daqing lying on the ground, Sha Zhu remembered Qin Huairu's words—break He Daqing's legs. He directly hit He Daqing's legs hard, striking each leg more than a dozen times.

Seeing that He Daqing had already fainted, Sha Zhu reached out and touched his nose. Feeling that he was still breathing, he quietly took the wooden stick and left.

But He Daqing's shouts had already attracted passersby. Soon, groups of people came to the alley, and when they saw He Daqing lying motionless on the ground, some screamed in fright.

Someone immediately shouted, "Call the police!"

Some people mustered up their courage and walked up to He Daqing. When they saw his miserable appearance, they couldn't help but sigh.

Soon, two police officers arrived at the scene. Upon seeing He Daqing's condition, they immediately stopped the crowd from approaching, shouting, "Everyone back off! Everyone back off! Protect the scene!"

A police officer said to the person next to him, "Go to the station and call for backup. This is a serious incident."

More police officers arrived quickly and called an ambulance. Together, they lifted He Daqing into the ambulance and took him away. Police at the scene continued to question everyone.