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In short.
We can't let him get away with this.
"One, no, three thousand, that's my limit!"
"If you're still not satisfied, then I can't help you!"
Yi Zhonghai almost chewed his teeth to pieces.
"Okay, when do you want it for 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, and I'll give you some cash and borrow some more from someone."
Yi Zhonghai gave a bitter smile.
Three thousand yuan wouldn't be enough even if you sold him.
Fortunately, he had a stable job and some treasures passed down from his elders. If he sold them and borrowed some more, he could raise three thousand yuan.
"You'll be going to jail!"
Wan Ping'an got up and left.
"and many more!"
"Get me a piece of paper and a pen, write a letter to my wife, and ask her to raise the money for you. Once she has enough, then you can let me out!"
Yi Zhonghai is now deserted.
He was truly afraid that once Wan Ping'an left, he would never return.
When Wan Ping'an left the police station, there was a note with a very simple content: an old woman had sold her belongings to raise three thousand yuan for him.
Return to the courtyard.
Hand the note to an older woman.
"Three thousand yuan?"
The older woman's legs were weak; if it weren't for the table right next to her, she would have definitely fallen to the ground.
Wan Ping'an gave a cold laugh.
Turn around and leave.
Less than ten minutes later, an older woman went to find He Daqing.
"Da Qing, haven't you always wanted Old Yi's family heirloom?"
"Here's eight hundred yuan, but you have to pay me within three days!"
The older woman was very conflicted.
Yi Zhonghai only had a little over 700 yuan in savings.
To raise three thousand yuan was too much of a shortfall, so he had to sell his possessions. He only had three days; after that, Yi Zhonghai would be going to jail.
"Three days isn't enough, give me a week to raise the money!"
He Daqing's eyes lit up.
Yi Zhonghai's family heirloom, which he had asked for 1,000 yuan for last time but Yi Zhonghai refused to sell to him, is now only selling for 800 yuan. He really made a huge profit!
You can make over two hundred by reselling it!
"No, it has to be within three days."
The older woman shook her head.
The note clearly stated that there were only three days left!
He Daqing couldn't produce it.
Morning of the third day.
An older woman with dark circles under her eyes came to see Wan Ping'an.
"Ping An, we really can't raise the money."
"Please, have some compassion. We'll definitely scrape together the money for you. Can you pay us back slowly?"
The woman was at her wit's end.
The gap is too big.
In an era when the average wage was only a dozen yuan, it was really too much to ask her to scrape together three thousand yuan in just three days!
"Alright, I'll give Yi Zhonghai a chance."
“I’ll leave you ten yuan of Yi Zhonghai’s monthly salary for living expenses, and the rest will all be used to pay off the loan.”
"Also, isn't your house privately owned?"
"Mortgage your house to me. If Yi Zhonghai's job changes and he can't repay the loan, your house will belong to me!"
Wan Ping'an wanted to make Yi Zhonghai suffer.
In the 1950s, the poverty line, or the minimum standard of living, in Beijing was set at a little over four yuan per person, but less than five yuan!
Leave ten yuan for Yi Zhonghai and his wife, which is five yuan each for living expenses.
Don't think about drinking.
Don't even think about eating meat.
Don't think about social obligations.
You can't do anything you want to do, and if you waste even a penny, you'll go hungry.
"You, you, you're too cruel!"
The older woman got anxious.
Five yuan a month, how miserable must that be?
We can't even afford pickled vegetables!
Not to mention eating vegetables!
"It's alright, I won't force you!"
Wan Ping'an smiled.
finally.
The older woman agreed.
They found Liu Haizhong, Yan Fugui, and He Daqing to act as witnesses and wrote a repayment contract.
An elderly woman managed to scrape together 1,000 yuan in cash within three days.
With the remaining two thousand yuan, the loan was repaid monthly. Every time Yi Zhonghai received his salary, he would keep ten yuan for living expenses and give the rest to Wan Ping'an.
Pay it all back!
Liu Haizhong, Yan Fugui, and He Daqing gasped in shock!
Too bad!
After signing this repayment agreement, Yi Zhonghai became the most miserable person in the courtyard!
It would take at least three years to pay off two thousand yuan!
How much suffering did Yi Zhonghai endure in those three years?
The repayment agreement specifically states that it is not enough for just the old lady to sign and affix her fingerprint; Yi Zhonghai must also sign and affix his fingerprint before he can be released.
Liu Haizhong returned home and sat in a chair, lost in thought.
"Honey, why do you look so pale?"
"What happened?"
The second aunt was very strange.
Everything was normal when Liu Haizhong left home, so why did he change when he came back?
"Sigh, our department has produced a ruthless person, absolutely ruthless!"
Liu Haizhong sighed.
They explained the repayment agreement signed by Yi Zhonghai.
"We all underestimated Wan Ping'an before."
Auntie Er sighed.
Fortunately, we have no grudge against him.
"Otherwise, the fate of the deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai will be our fate."
"I just remembered, there's also the deaf old lady. She was arrested just like Yi Zhonghai. Do you think Wan Ping'an will let her go?"