The old man's knocking on the door became louder and louder, as if the tenant inside had actually given him a counterfeit bill.
Finally, the door opened with a click.
The person inside only opened the door a crack, and the other person showed a simple and honest face through the crack, with eyes full of vigilance.
The old man felt regretful. At that time, he thought the man looked honest and that he really had lost his ID card, so he took the money from him.
Thinking of this, he became even angrier and acted out the scene vividly.
"I've been knocking for a long time. Why did you just come out? You don't look deaf at your young age."
The old man handed the other person a fake hundred-dollar bill and said, "See? This is the rent you paid me. If I hadn't deposited it in the bank, I wouldn't have known it was fake!"
"How can you be so wicked? I, an old man, was kind enough to rent your house and even came here in person to collect the rent, and yet you actually gave me fake money?!"
"I'm telling you, if you don't pay me back, I won't rent this house to you."
The honest man in front of him ignored the chattering old man. He looked carefully at the situation behind the old man through the crack in the door.
After finding that there was nothing unusual, he gently opened the door, stuck his head out to look around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, his tense muscles relaxed slightly.
He frowned, and the old man in front of him was still chattering.
"What are you looking at? You're like a thief. I'm telling you, don't try to cheat me. Hurry up and give me the fake money. If you dare to do this again, I'll kick you out."
"I didn't give you fake money." He said in a muffled voice.
"If it wasn't you who gave it to me, did I deliberately cheat you out of a hundred dollars?"
The old man's voice suddenly rose, as if he had suffered some great humiliation. "Do you know how many houses I have? Why would I cheat you out of this hundred dollars?!"
The man seemed unwilling to argue with the old man any further. He left a message saying "wait" and closed the door.
When the old man saw the tightly closed door, he was worried that the other party might be holding a weapon and trying to drag him into the room.
He forced himself not to look around.
He didn't have to wait too long before the door opened and the man inside handed him a brand new hundred-dollar bill through the crack in the door.
Just as the old man took the hundred-dollar bill, the man's arm was clamped tightly by the door by the police who suddenly appeared.
Then the police broke in and the man had nowhere to escape. He just struggled hard with red eyes.
The moment the old man got the money, he turned around and ran away from the battlefield.
When he came downstairs, he saw An Jingzhi sitting leisurely in a wheelchair, gasping for breath.
"What a sin I have committed."
"Old An, now that I've helped the police catch someone, they won't regret it and fine me later, right?"
An Jingzhi soothed him, "What are you talking about? Can what the police say be false?"
"Don't worry, they're all my acquaintances. I even asked them to give you a chance to redeem yourself from your crimes. Now they've been caught, so you're definitely out of the picture. But you can't be greedy for this kind of money anymore. You have to register everything you need to."
The old man was extremely grateful. "Old An, you are still reliable at critical moments. Don't worry, I won't dare to take advantage of these petty gains again in the future."
This time, An Jingzhi provided useful information and the man he caught was a wanted fugitive. The police station gave him a reward of 50,000 yuan.
Actually, not many people visit Old Man An’s pancake stall, but it must be quite tiring for a man in his seventies.
He spent half of the 50,000 yuan to enroll Old Man An in a senior citizen class, and also bought some things to take home.
"Dad, you don't have to run that pancake stand anymore. I've enrolled you in a senior citizen class. You can go and learn from them, which can also prevent Alzheimer's disease."
Old Man An was a little surprised. When he asked why the senior class cost more than 20,000 yuan, he said he didn't want to go at all.
"I won't go. I can still make some money selling pancakes. Going to that class and spending so much money is a waste. You can just quit and save the money for yourself."
"Dad, I'm doing this for your own good. Just listen to me."
"I'm not tired of making pancakes. Don't waste money." Father An said, "If I don't sell pancakes, the pancake stall will be useless and I'll waste money again."
An Jingzhi said: "Don't worry, Dad, I have already sold you the pancake stall car."
"Someone will push you away tomorrow, and you won't be able to get out even if you try."
Father An was a little anxious, "Who did you sell it to?"
An Jingzhi said: "Didn't I know a few people at the police station? They wanted a pancake truck to help cover up their mission, so I sold it to them directly. It's a good deal."
"Dad, you're getting older. If something goes wrong while you're making pancakes, what are you going to do?"
"The medical expenses you'll spend by then will be more than tens of thousands of yuan. You'd better go to the senior class and get to know more old men and women."
"Study hard. I want to see your report card when the time comes."
Old Man An opened his mouth wide and was about to say something in rebuttal, but when he heard An Jingzhi say that he wanted to see his grades, he suddenly became nervous.
"Still have to take an exam?" he stammered.
An Jingzhi looked puzzled. "Of course you have to take exams to go to school. This senior class isn't for you to have fun, it's for you to learn. It can exercise your brain and prevent dementia."
Father An rubbed his hands nervously, "What am I going to learn here? I can't even read a few words, I don't want to make a fool of myself."
"It's okay. There are people your age in there, and many of them can't read. Don't worry too much, Dad. This senior class is different from school. They might even teach you handicrafts, like flower arranging, making pastries, and painting."
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