Seeing that Sha Zhu had received compensation, and that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily without being reported to the police or involving the neighborhood committee, Yi Zhonghai was pleased to find that the matter had been resolved without his intervention.
I feel a great sense of accomplishment.
He sighed inwardly, thinking that Wang Dabao's trick was truly effective, and that he needed to master it thoroughly in the future.
There are quite a few people in the compound who are full-time employees of the steel rolling mill and meat processing plant. Using this trick, they can be easily taken advantage of.
Subconsciously, Yi Zhonghai glanced at Wang Dabao in the crowd.
Just then, Wang Dabao was looking at him with a smile.
The two locked eyes, and Yi Zhonghai felt as if his thoughts had been read by the other. Feeling guilty, he quickly glanced around, pretending to scan the room.
After taking a sip of tea, Yi Zhonghai said loudly, "Alright, let's end this farce here. But everyone should remember the lesson. If there's anything, you can notify us three old men to handle it. Don't act rashly like Xu Damao."
"Also, once this incident leaves the compound, no one should gossip about it outside. We cannot let other compounds take away the collective honor of our Red Star Courtyard."
"It's getting late, everyone has to go to work tomorrow, so let's all go home and rest."
As he spoke, Yi Zhonghai picked up his teacup and prepared to return to his room.
As for the tables and chairs, Jia Dongxu was naturally responsible for moving them back.
The courtyard was bustling with people. Residents got up one after another, some setting up benches, some carrying stools, and some folding stools, and prepared to go home.
"Wait a minute, I have something else to say."
Yan Bugui sat upright on the bench with his sleeves tucked in, but no matter how you looked at him, he looked like a wronged little wife.
The three Yan brothers next to him remained seated on the bench, showing no intention of getting up.
Seeing this, everyone immediately became interested, put down their stools and benches, and sat down.
These days there's not much entertainment late at night. If you finally get to see something exciting, you can't leave until you've had your fill; that would be a waste.
Yi Zhonghai stared at Yan Bugui for a few seconds, sensing that Yan Bugui was somewhat different today.
However, he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.
"Old Yan, it's too late today. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Yi Zhonghai, carrying a large tea mug, strolled over and looked at Yan Bugui with a smile.
Yan Bugui looked up at Yi Zhonghai, his face expressionless: "This matter of mine won't take up any more of your time."
Among the crowd, Aunt Wang had already taken out pumpkin seeds from her pocket and was cracking them open while urging Yan Bugui, "Uncle, what's wrong? Tell us while everyone's here."
"Yes, Uncle, if you have something to say, just say it. With your personality, you're only suited to teaching students at school. You're driving me crazy."
Faced with everyone's urging, Yan Bugui pointed at Yan Jiekuang and said, "Look at the injuries on my Jiekuang's face. Liu Guangfu beat him up so badly that he didn't eat dinner when he got home, and he didn't do his homework. He's also complaining that he doesn't want to go to school tomorrow."
“My son Jie Kuang is only ten years old this year. When he heard the news that I had been beaten to death, he ran over to avenge me. Is that right?”
"But what did the Liu family do? Liu Guangfu, a young man of seventeen or eighteen, pinned a ten-year-old child to the ground and beat him. What father would stand by and watch that? Everyone, tell me, isn't the Liu family being too bullying!"
After a pause, Yan Bugui looked at Yi Zhonghai and said, "I don't have any unreasonable demands. I just want Liu Guangfu to apologize to my family's Jie Kuang."
After hearing Yan Bugui's words, Yi Zhonghai's tense nerves finally relaxed.
Seeing Yan Bugui's serious demeanor before, he thought it was something serious, but it turns out that all this trouble was just for an apology.
However, Yan Bugui's words were reasonable and well-founded, and even Yi Zhonghai felt that Liu Guangfu should apologize after hearing them.
After all, Yan Jiekuang was only ten years old. Hearing the news of Yan Bugui's death, he would inevitably rush to seek revenge. The Liu family's actions were also quite unkind. A ten-year-old child, you pinned him down and beat him. What adult could stand to watch that?
After hearing Yan Bugui's explanation, Wang Dabao got up, picked up a stool, and walked over.
“I don’t think Lao Yan’s request is excessive. It’s unacceptable for Liu Guangfu, a grown man of seventeen or eighteen, to bully a child like this anywhere.”
Seeing Yan Jiekuang's dejected appearance, everyone felt they should apologize to the child.
"Yan Bugui, you're talking nonsense! Didn't you see your son coming over with an iron rod? Now you're worried about your son? Where were you before?" Liu Guangtian cursed at Yan Bugui from a few meters away, then turned to Wang Dabao, "And you, Wang Dabao, you're no better."
Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang jumped up from the bench, and it looked like a big battle was about to break out.
This terrified Yi Zhonghai. He had finally managed to calm things down, but now it looked like it was going to happen again.
Yi Zhonghai's anger surged, and he turned around and shouted, "Liu Haizhong, control your brat! Also, have Liu Guangfu come over here immediately to apologize to Jie Kuang!"
"Why should my son apologize? Where were you when Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang beat my son in broad daylight?"
Liu Haizhong also had a temper. His fat body jiggled, and he angrily confronted Yi Zhonghai in his ram-like voice, "Yi Zhonghai, the manager of the courtyard doesn't have to help whoever is playing the victim. If you can't treat everyone fairly, you should get out of here as soon as possible."
"Liu Haizhong, you..."
Yi Zhonghai was so angry at Liu Haizhong's words that his hand holding the teacup trembled. He pointed at Liu Haizhong for a long time, but couldn't say anything more.
Sha Zhu ran over, arms in his pocket, and said, "Liu Haizhong, how can you talk like that? It's just an apology, not asking you to pay a hundred yuan."
When Sha Zhu mentioned one hundred yuan, Xu Damao and his son's lips twitched.
"You want me to apologize? No way! Bah!"
Liu Guangfu looked at him with disdain and spat on the ground.
"Fine, fine, you're not going to apologize, huh?"
Yan Bugui nodded his little head to himself, and after a moment he stood up from the bench. His fierce eyes startled Yi Zhonghai.
Having been neighbors with Yan Bugui in the compound for so many years, this was the first time Yi Zhonghai had ever seen Yan Bugui like this. He was terrifying, as if he were possessed by something.
No one could associate such a look with Yan Bugui, who was always cheerful.
“Then let’s report it to the police. Let’s go to the police station and say that my son, Jie Kuang, is only ten years old. I don’t believe the police station won’t give me an explanation.”
Yan Bugui's face was frosty as he turned to Wang Dabao and said, "Dabao, I'll have to trouble you with this. Do you have a bicycle? Could you go and call the police?"
"Old Yan, have you thought this through? If this gets involved with the police, things could get really serious."
Wang Dabao suppressed a laugh and earnestly advised, "When the time comes, Jie Cheng and the others will all be taken away, and none of the people involved in the fight will escape. You can forget about being the third uncle; the school will probably punish you too."
Wang Dabao really wanted to give Yan Bugui a thumbs up; his acting was phenomenal.
"I'm going all out today. I'll do whatever it takes to get justice for my family's Jie Kuang."
Yan Bugui suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked a bench in front of him two meters away. "I'm not going to work with this old man anymore today."
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