Chapter 52: The Fox Using the Tiger’s Power to Bully Yan Jiuru’s face turned pale, he wished he could…
Chapter 52: The Fox Borrows the Tiger's Power
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Yan Jiuru returned to the guesthouse.
He smelled a bit of alcohol, and the staff thought he had gone out to drink and dine with friends.
Chen Yin hadn't slept yet. Seeing him come back, she hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"
"Thank goodness I went, otherwise I might not have made it to tomorrow."
Yan Jiuru put down a heavy bag, changed out of his thick cotton clothes, and went to the bathhouse to take a hot bath.
I came back and lay on the bed, talking to Chen Yin incessantly. I had been holding something in my heart for a long time, and if I didn't talk to someone, I was afraid I might have some inner demons.
Ahem, mainly because he is used to talking to his wife about things. It’s better to have someone to share the burden with than to keep it in by himself.
However, the Demon Lord thought that he would not have to hold it in anymore after he became powerful. He would deal with anyone who made him uncomfortable and do whatever he wanted.
Now, what else can I do if I don’t hold it in?
"His shabby house was barely better than an ice cellar, and the kang was too broken to burn. I cleaned up both the man and the house."
Chen Yin was also very worried after hearing this, but Yan Jiuru forgot his own inner demons and comforted her instead.
***
The two discussed tomorrow morning's activities for a while.
"By the way, do you want to buy another set of clothes?" Chen Yin thought of this when she saw the new shorts he wore after taking a shower.
"That's fine. Just buy whatever you like. Otherwise, we'll bring a lot of stuff in and out, and then it'll all be gone when we leave. It's hard to say if it won't attract attention."
Some things have to be visible.
"Oh, please pack these up and put them away." Yan Jiuru took out things one by one from his cotton-padded jacket, and handed a heavy bag to Chen Yin.
Chen Yin couldn't help but cover her mouth and sat up in shock: "Where did it come from?"
Yan Jiuru chuckled, "I picked it up!"
No one would believe that.
Chen Yin picked up two large yellow croakers, weighed them, and glared at them threateningly: "Pick up another one for me!"
Tell the truth now!
Tsk tsk, that’s the bad thing about childhood sweethearts: there’s no mystery.
“This isn’t that…”
Chen Yin's expression said, "I'm listening to you, just keep making up your story," which made Yan Jiuru unable to continue making up his story, so he had to confess the truth.
***
He came back a little late because he had done something important.
He found a crookedly written "duty diary" in one of the other two rooms of Yunci Temple. Although the handwriting was not very good, it recorded when and who came.
Yan Jiuru followed the clues and found the office of those people in the city.
Although it was night, these people still gathered together to eat, drink and have fun.
One of them was drunk and was still showing off with a loud tongue: "General or not, they are all donkeys and dogs in front of me. I can do whatever I want to them.
The one in the temple, the other day... I peed on his head... and asked him to drink it... He didn't want to drink it, right?
Thirst... I'm dying of thirst.
I... tell you, no one needs to go these few days... If you go in a few days and are still alive... it means you have good fortune. If you die... just bury it where you are... it will save trouble...
The others were not to be outdone, bragging about how they had abused so-and-so and shaved someone's head, and even worse, they said they would humiliate his wife and children in front of him if he didn't write a confession.
They compete with each other, flatter each other, and do not treat these persecuted people as human beings at all. They do whatever is most humiliating to their dignity.
They are not ashamed of it, but proud of it. They are worse than a bunch of jackals, dogs and pigs!
Yan Jiuru's face turned pale, and he wished he could crush the testicles of these scum on the spot.
As the saying goes, 'A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated', even a legitimate demon sect would not use such despicable means.
Very good, his determination to climb up became more resolute.
***
This makeshift team of revolutionary young fighters occupied a courtyard of a former royal palace, which was very spacious, and there were more than just them working in it.
Yan Jiuru just allocated a little bit of his spiritual awareness, which made these people drink too much involuntarily. They started to expose each other's shortcomings uncontrollably, complain about each other's dissatisfaction, and even attack the young players from other groups.
In the end, the young men in the whole yard started fighting each other.
The process was really exciting, revealing many unknown secrets...
Yan Jiuru watched with great interest in the dark. If he was not busy looting their hidden treasures, he would have continued to squat and watch.
When the police arrived, these people were still fighting, exposing each other's secrets, and talking nonsense. The police chief who led the team had a very ugly face.
The public security force was short of manpower and could not control the revolutionary youths with guns, which eventually alarmed the garrison.
The army took action and took away the young soldiers who were already bleeding and had broken arms and legs.
During this period, Yan Jiuru had quietly taken away all the hidden assets of these young generals: yellow croakers of all sizes, various banknotes, industrial coupons, and foreign exchange coupons, all in his pocket.
As for the public account, he didn't touch it.
However, things that can be put into public funds, haha, naturally, are not valued by everyone, or are not convenient to be intercepted privately.
It would be inconvenient for him to use such a thing.
Of course, he also used his spiritual sense to scan the palace compound and discovered many hidden treasures, but now was not the time to move.
***
"Ah, money is really a good thing. Seeing all this golden stuff, my bad mood actually improved a lot."
Chen Yin chuckled and said, "Don't talk about you. Even if you were a god, you would feel better looking at these golden things."
The same goes for her.
"Well then, let's work hard to make money and stay in a good mood, so we can stay young forever."
Yan Jiuru hugged his wife and begged her in various ways. After getting what he wanted, he fell asleep comfortably.
Chen Yin thought in a daze, men's heads are mostly located in the lower body.
At first, he was still worried about the country and the people, and was full of resentment. In order to have a good time, he had to put everything aside.
***
The next morning, Yan Jiuru got up early and was asked by his wife to wash the sheets.
Chen Yin borrowed the kitchen to make medicine for him.
Yan Jiuru had an excuse: "Well, the medicine soup was accidentally spilled."
Chen Yin: “…”
I'm impressed by him.
***
After breakfast, the two of them asked for help and sent a letter to another couple who were sent down to the countryside.
Yan Jiuru meant that this was not a secret, but a normal activity, and there was no need to hide it, and of course no need to make a big fuss about it.
The two of them still asked Comrade Wei.
Comrade Wei actually knew. He looked at the address on the envelope and said, "This is Professor Xue from the Cultural Bureau and Professor Fan from Capital University. If I remember correctly, Professor Fan is still in the Capital University family housing complex and has suspended his work. Professor Xue... must have been assigned by the neighborhood committee to sweep the streets."
become!
Anyway, it’s enough to have a specific place to go.
It just so happened that they had to go to Shouda University to check out the environment sooner or later, so the two of them first went to Kuihua Street where the Xue family lived, which was relatively close.
Xue Litong is the grandfather of the couple's two children.
The ones on the Shouda side should be the child’s grandparents.
***
Kuihua Street is right next to the Daming Palace, separated by a red wall.
From the address, it is clear that the Xue family used to be a wealthy family. However, now the huge house has been divided up and they only live in one of them.
"Who are you looking for?" Two old ladies with red armbands looked at the two of them and asked.
"We're looking for Comrades Xue Litong and Wang Yuzhen."
Yan Jiuru calmly took out his party membership card and gestured, while Chen Yin took out a "letter of introduction" stamped with the red seal of the Revolutionary Committee.
The two old ladies immediately gave instructions enthusiastically, "Look, these two are sweeping the streets. Don't worry, we are keeping a close eye on them and won't let them rest."
Chen Yin stood with her hands behind her back, staring at the two of them sharply.
Seeing that the two old ladies were getting uncomfortable, she scolded them with an unhappy face: "Who told you to mess around? Sweeping the streets is just sweeping the streets. This is the most simple job for working people and it deserves respect.
What? Do you look down on the working people?
If I hear anyone messing around again, the revolutionary young men will drag her to the countryside to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants, so that she can recall the bitter past and cherish the sweet past!
The two old ladies quickly waved their hands, "No, no, we are also working people, we don't disrespect the street sweepers. Well, you guys should go home after your get off work, we have things to do, so we'll leave first."
The old ladies ran very fast.
Some people who had gathered to watch the fun also dispersed.
If I don't leave now, what if the young soldiers drag me to the countryside? If I can't come back, I'll be in big trouble.
In today's world, no one dares to offend the revolutionary young people.
Some people with sharp eyes may have noticed that these two people have turtle boxes on their waists.
Yan Jiuru, who showed it to others on purpose: My wife is right indeed, she knows people's hearts so well.
***
By the way, both the letter of introduction and the gun exposure were figured out by Chen Yin herself.
In her father's words, Chen Yin actually has more potential to be a secretary than her father.
Although she had only been there for a day, after a few trips to the shops and asking for information, she discovered that most of the older people were illiterate, and they went to literacy classes at will. They just recognized the red seal and would not listen to any other reason.
It is useless to reason with such a person. If he is arrogant, you have to be even more arrogant than him so that you can have the upper hand. Once you have the upper hand, you can give orders.
This red seal is their tool to show off their power, it is very useful!
Yan Jiuru had no choice but to accept it.
No wonder, before leaving, Chen Yin specifically asked the kitchen for a radish and asked him to carve a radish seal. He used the ink he bought at the bookstore and the blank letter of introduction he copied last night to make this himself.
Not to mention, this thing will still be able to deceive many people and organizations decades later, let alone now.
Here, isn’t this useful?!
***
After everyone left, Yan Jiuru and Chen Yin looked at the two people who had been silent just now.
The man was tall, with half of his hair gray, and was wearing a dark blue shirt with several patches on it. Although his clothes were shabby, they could not hide his calm temperament.
Another woman with a haggard look and messy white hair coughed occasionally, as if she was sick.
Both of them held brooms and swept the street carefully and slowly.
Chen Yin walked over and said, "Please stop for a moment."
The two of them silently stopped their brooms and looked at her.
Chen Yin put away the 'letter of introduction' and said, "I have something to ask you. Let's go home and talk."
The two men silently put away their brooms and led the way to the front of the compound.
Yan Jiuru took a quick look, put his hands behind his back, and asked loudly, "Did you live here before?"
The man paused and whispered, "No, I used to live in the middle courtyard."
"Who told you to move? Did you get approval from our Combat Revolutionary Committee? Who messed up? Stand up!
Let me tell you, we are the newly formed combat committee, and we have the final say now."
Chen Yin kept a straight face and tried to suppress her laughter. She had no idea how this guy came up with a combat committee, but as long as it worked, it was fine.
Everyone in the compound is in danger, so naturally no one will stand up.
Yan Jiuru raised his head, swiped his fingers, and said arrogantly: "You people, go back to where you came from! Stop messing around and causing trouble for our young generals!"
The two men are just taking advantage of the power of others, or perhaps people nowadays are frightened by the revolutionary young men.
Today you set up an organization, and tomorrow he sets up a different organization, and they fight each other fiercely, not only with words, but also with weapons.
Both of these guys were carrying guns, and neither of them wanted to be cannon fodder.
The young generals were completely unreasonable and unsympathetic. They could even overthrow their own parents and sever ties with them. Not only could ordinary people not handle it, even the Municipal Revolutionary Committee couldn't do anything about them.
***
Soon, the first person who occupied the Xue family yard hurriedly packed up his things and moved out. With the first one, the second and third would follow soon.
Within an hour, the large courtyard in the middle was empty.
"You two, move back. Sweep the streets diligently and accept re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants. Our combat committee will monitor the results of your transformation."
"How can you demonstrate the achievements of our transformation by moving to a small courtyard?"
The eavesdroppers suddenly realized: No wonder! What the young soldiers want is to live in the compound and sweep the streets with the capitalists every day, to feel the difference, so that they can show the real results!
The people in the compound quickly found their own justifications, and there was nothing much to complain about moving back and living in crowded conditions.
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