"My house! My house has been transferred to someone else! I must get my house back! Can I get my house back?" Zhou Changshun looked at the lawyer with hope, like a trapped beast.
"You can't get it back. Half of your house was given to your stepfather according to the notarization, and the other half was used to pay off debts. The process was reasonable and legal, so you can't get it back." The lawyer looked at Zhou Changshun with sympathy. He had been scheming for so many years and had been a dutiful son and grandson for so many years. In the end, he not only got nothing, but also lost a house. No one could accept that.
"No way! He has nothing! Why should he take my family's house? It was left to me by my father. It belongs to the Zhou family. We can't give it to him! Absolutely not!" Zhou Changshun roared, his veins throbbing.
"I am not very knowledgeable and my abilities are limited. Please find someone more capable." The lawyer didn't say anything more, turned around and left. It was already a fact, and he had to accept it whether he wanted to or not.
"You can't leave, you can't leave, you have to get the house back for me!" Zhou Changshun chased after the lawyer, trying to grasp at this last straw.
The lawyer, not wanting to provoke Zhou Changshun, suggested, "Why don't you contact the TV program team and ask them to help coordinate? I think Guan Wanshan still has feelings for your mother, so this matter should be negotiable."
Zhou Changshun is now in a state of confusion and can no longer think clearly. When the lawyer said that the TV station could help coordinate, he immediately took out his phone and called the host.
The lawyer took the opportunity to leave quickly.
The host listened to Zhou Changshun's incoherent rambling on the phone, saying that he had been scammed, that Old Man Guan had no property under his name, and that he had been cheated out of his house. He begged Zhou to go to Old Man Guan and get his house back.
The host had anticipated this, saying, "I'll bring someone over to find you first."
Upon seeing the host, Zhou Changshun immediately grabbed him, his voice trembling with tears, "I've been scammed! I've been scammed! My stepfather swindled me out of my house! He has no assets under his name!"
The host feigned surprise, "Really nothing? You've investigated thoroughly?"
Zhou Changshun shook his head like a rattle-drum, "No, nothing at all, he has nothing!"
"Wait a minute, didn't you confirm with the neighborhood committee a few days ago?" the host said, feigning confusion, and signaled for the camera to start filming.
Zhou Changshun gritted his teeth in hatred: "That old bastard's household registration is with the street office. When I asked, the street office said his name was on the relocation list, so I assumed the house was his. He must have colluded with the people in the street office to give me a vague answer and trick me!"
The host, keeping his merits hidden, said, "Your questioning method was problematic. The household registration is there, and what the staff said was correct. You should have clearly asked about the ownership of the house."
Zhou Changshun was filled with regret. It was just a matter of one sentence. Why didn't he ask more questions back then? But there's no going back. "Brother, only you can help me now. My mother and I have served the old man like slaves for so many years, and we've gotten nothing in return. We accept that, but he can't be so heartless as to take my house. That's my only place to live. My family is renting a place to live now."
Host: "That house, I remember you used half of it to pay off your debts, right?"
"That old man also gave me a share of the famine relief funds, 280,000 yuan! My mother received 280,000 yuan of his famine relief funds!" Zhou Changshun was heartbroken. Not only had his efforts of more than ten years gone by, but he had also lost his house.
"You've all had it notarized, so it's legally binding. This is a bit tricky," the host said, looking troubled.
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