Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 1106 Yan Jiecheng Gets Rich

One thousand yuan, one thousand yuan. With this one thousand yuan, Yan Jiecheng will be able to live a good life from now on.

Go to Quanjude to eat roast duck, eat one and throw one away.

Buy some old popsicles, eat one and throw one away.

Yan Jiecheng was so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth.

In the pub, the atmosphere was still full of alcohol, but it was more urgent. Han Xifang took a sip from his glass, his eyes revealing eagerness and anticipation. He put down his glass and said to Yan Jiecheng solemnly, "Brother, this matter cannot be delayed. I require you to get a bus ticket within half a month. Time is short, so you have to be careful."

Yan Jiecheng's heart tightened, and he looked embarrassed. He frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Half a month? That's a bit tight. But don't worry, I will do my best." Although there was hesitation in his tone, there was also a hint of determination.

Han Xifang stared at Yan Jiecheng, as if he wanted to read the answer from his face. "You must get the bus ticket within half a month, otherwise our deal will be ruined. I won't let you work in vain. As long as you can complete the task on time, you will get the benefits." Han Xifang emphasized again, his tone full of unquestionable

Yan Jiecheng nodded

Are you kidding? He has already thought about it. As long as he gets the money, no one will still recognize him as Han Fangfang.

Besides, Han Fangfang's name doesn't sound like a good thing.

Yan Jiecheng was half drunk, his head was dizzy, but his heart was full of excitement brought by the money he had just received. He rode his bicycle unsteadily, humming a tuneless little song, and headed towards the vegetable market.

As soon as I entered the vegetable market, the lively scene hit me. The noisy voices were like waves, one after another.

The vegetable market is filled with all kinds of smells: the freshness of vegetables, the sweetness of fruits, and the fishy smell of pork, all mixed together to form a unique atmosphere of life.

Yan Jiecheng staggered to the pork stall, staring at the fresh pork, and said loudly, "Give me ten pounds of fat."

When the butcher Lao Wang heard this, his eyes widened, as if he had heard something out of the Arabian Nights. He stopped swinging his knife and looked Yan Jiecheng up and down, his face full of disbelief. "What? Ten kilograms of fat? Are you kidding me? Who can afford ten kilograms of fat these days?" Lao Wang's tone was full of suspicion and ridicule.

He grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth, and continued, "Don't brag here. You? Can you afford ten kilograms of fat? I think you are drunk and talking nonsense." As Lao Wang spoke, he shook his head, and the sarcasm on his face became more and more obvious.

Yan Jiecheng was furious when he heard what Lao Wang said. He puffed out his chest, blushed, and loudly retorted: "Don't underestimate me. I can only afford ten kilograms of fat today. Weigh it for me quickly, and stop talking nonsense."

Butcher Wang was a salesman in the vegetable market. He was used to seeing all kinds of people and felt that he was quite powerful. He didn't take customers seriously at all. At this moment, he felt that Yan Jiecheng was deliberately provoking him, and his anger was instantly ignited.

Lao Wang's face turned gloomy, and his eyes flashed with anger. He suddenly picked up the shiny butcher knife, and the blade reflected a dazzling light in the sun. He raised the butcher knife high, pointed it at Yan Jiecheng, and shouted angrily: "You ignorant fellow, how dare you act wildly in front of me? Today I will teach you a lesson and let you know how powerful I am."

When Yan Jiecheng saw Lao Wang picking up the butcher knife, he was shocked and sobered up a little. His face turned pale and he took a few steps back involuntarily. He never expected that Lao Wang would be so impulsive and would resort to knife-wielding for such a small matter.

"Wang...Brother Wang, don't be impulsive. I really didn't mean to provoke you. Look, I have money and meat tickets. I just want to buy some fat."

Butcher Lao Wang looked at the money and meat tickets handed over by Yan Jiecheng, his eyes full of surprise. He was stunned for a moment, and slowly put down the butcher knife in his hand. His face was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "Oh, brother, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. I thought you were making fun of me."

Lao Wang's tone was apologetic. He looked at Yan Jiecheng with a trace of regret in his eyes. He didn't expect Yan Jiecheng to be able to afford ten kilograms of fat. He quickly took the money and meat coupons and began to weigh the meat skillfully. "Brother, don't take it personally. I was just impulsive. Don't worry, I will definitely weigh enough for you." Lao Wang kept explaining while weighing the meat.

Yan Jiecheng watched Lao Wang's actions, and the fear in his heart gradually subsided. He breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head helplessly.

These people really look down on others.

However, Yan Jiecheng felt that he was a rich man and there was no need to bother with these poor people.

Yan Jiecheng carried the heavy pork, a proud smile on his face, and strode towards the courtyard. Along the way, he felt particularly happy, as if every step he took was on the clouds. He was full of joy, thinking that he was now a rich man, and the ten kilograms of fat pork was a symbol of his wealth.

When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he ran into Jia Zhang. When Jia Zhang saw Yan Jiecheng holding so much meat, her eyes widened and her face was full of disbelief. She opened her mouth in surprise and it took her a while to come back to her senses. Jia Zhang hurried forward and circled around Yan Jiecheng, her eyes always fixed on the bag of pork.

"Jiecheng, what's going on with you? Why did you buy so much meat?" Jia Zhang's voice was full of curiosity and confusion. There was a greedy light in her eyes, as if the bag of pork was already hers. Yan Jiecheng looked at Jia Zhang's appearance, and a sense of pride surged in his heart. He raised his chin slightly, deliberately slowed down his speech and said: "Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to eat meat, so I bought some." Jia Zhang obviously didn't believe what Yan Jiecheng said. She frowned and continued to ask: "Where did you get so much money to buy meat? It must cost a lot of money." Yan Jiecheng smiled, but did not answer Jia Zhang's question directly. He just said lightly: "Anyway, I have money and can afford it." After that, he carried the pork and strode into the courtyard. Yan Jiecheng hummed a little song and returned home with a happy face. When the third aunt saw Yan Jiecheng bringing back so much meat, her face turned pale instantly. She opened her eyes wide, pointed at the bag of meat with a trembling hand, and her voice changed: "Son, did you steal this meat? We can't do such a thing!"

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, he quickly waved his hands and explained, "Mom, I didn't steal the meat. I bought it myself." The third aunt was full of suspicion and didn't believe Yan Jiecheng's words at all. "Where did you get so much money to buy so much meat? Don't lie to me."

The third aunt thought more and more that something was wrong, so she quickly called the third uncle out of the house. "Old man, come out and take a look. I don't know where Jie Cheng got all this meat from. I asked him and he said he bought it. I don't believe it."

The third uncle hurried out of the house and was also surprised to see the bag of meat. He frowned, looked at Yan Jiecheng and asked: "Jiecheng, where did this meat come from? Tell us the truth." Yan Jiecheng reluctantly explained again: "Dad, Mom, I really didn't lie to you, I did buy this meat. I have a little fortune recently, so I bought some meat to improve everyone's meals."

The third uncle's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. He straightened his slightly hunched back, put his hands behind his back, and stared at Yan Jiecheng with a sharp gaze. "Tell me the truth, how did you get the money to buy so much meat without a job? Don't make up lies to fool me." The third uncle's voice was stern and full of doubt, echoing in the small room.

Yan Jiecheng waved his hands hurriedly, looking a little panicked and a little anxious as he explained: "Dad, I really didn't lie to you. I have a friend who is a child of a wealthy family. He has many connections and has found a job for me. I can earn 50 yuan a month." There was expectation in his eyes, hoping that the third uncle would believe him.

However, the third uncle still looked suspicious. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Jiecheng carefully, as if he wanted to find some flaws in his face. "Huh, a child of a big family? How can it be so easy to find a job for you? You must be lying. I have lived for so many years, what have I not seen? Don't think you can easily fool me." The third uncle's tone was full of distrust. He shook his head and expressed strong doubts about Yan Jiecheng's statement.

Yan Jiecheng was so anxious that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He raised his voice and said, "Dad, I really didn't lie. My friend is very generous. He saw that I have the ability, so he helped me find this job. Please believe me." His eyes were full of sincerity, and he wished he could make the third uncle believe his words immediately.

But the third uncle was unmoved. He paced back and forth, muttering: "No, I don't believe it. This is too strange. You must be hiding something from us." The third uncle was full of worry. He felt that Yan Jiecheng's behavior was too abnormal. He must have some unspeakable secret. He stopped and looked at Yan Jiecheng again, his eyes full of vigilance and questioning.

Yan Jiecheng looked at the distrustful face of the Third Uncle, and his annoyance suddenly surged up. His face became a little ugly, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes flashed with impatience.

"Dad, I've said everything I need to say, whether you believe it or not. If you don't want this meat, I'll throw it away." Yan Jiecheng's tone was firm and resolute. He held the bag of meat tightly with both hands, as if ready to throw it away at any time.

When the third uncle heard this, he panicked. He was a calculating man, so he couldn't bear to throw away the meat. His eyes moved back and forth between Yan Jiecheng and the bag of meat, with a conflicted look on his face.

After a moment, the third uncle sighed helplessly and chose to compromise. "Okay, okay, I trust you, right? But you have to do this job well and don't make any mistakes." Although there was still doubt in the third uncle's tone, he could only put aside his worries for the time being.

Yan Jiecheng was relieved to see that the third uncle finally stopped asking questions. He put the meat on the table with a smug smile on his face. "That's right, Dad. Just wait and enjoy my blessing."

Jia Zhang walked into the house with a mysterious look on her face, her eyes still gleaming with jealousy. She quickly came to Qin Huairu's side and said impatiently, "Huairu, I have something to tell you. I just ran into Yan Jiecheng at the gate of the courtyard. Guess what? He actually bought ten kilograms of meat! Ten kilograms! Who can afford so much meat these days?"

Jia Zhang's voice trembled slightly with excitement, and she kept gesturing with her hands, as if to let Qin Huairu feel the weight of the ten kilograms of meat more intuitively. "I was shocked at the time, so I went up to him and asked where he got so much money to buy meat. The boy was mysterious and didn't tell me clearly. Humph, he must be up to no good."

Qin Huairu was also surprised when she heard what Jia Zhang said. She frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "Ten pounds of meat? Yan Jiecheng's family is not well-off, so why did they suddenly buy so much meat? Is there some way to make a fortune?"

Jia Zhang curled her lips, her face full of disdain. "Get rich? I think he did it in an unorthodox way. Maybe he stole or robbed it. We can't learn from them. We have to live an honest life."

When Qin Huairu heard this, she almost laughed out loud. Who would believe that Jia Zhang wanted to live an honest life?

At dinner time, smoke rose from every household.

Qin Huairu stood in the simple kitchen, looking at the empty grain jar with gloomy eyes. She sighed slightly, feeling helpless. The hardship of life seemed so heavy at this moment that even having a full meal became a luxury.

When she was worrying about how to solve this meal, she suddenly remembered what Jia Zhang said about Yan Jiecheng buying ten kilograms of meat. An idea gradually emerged in her mind. Qin Huairu's eyes flashed a hint of hesitation, but it was quickly covered up by the reality of the dilemma.

She slowly said, "Mom, we have no food left. I was thinking, if the meat from Yan Jiecheng is of unknown origin, can we threaten him? Maybe we can get the meat."

When Jia Zhang heard this, her eyes lit up instantly. Her wrinkled face showed a greedy look, as if she had already seen the ten pounds of meat in front of her. "Yes, Huairu, you are right. If Yan Jiecheng did something shameful, we have a reason to ask for his meat. Humph, if he doesn't give it to us, we will let the whole courtyard know." Jia Zhang's tone was full of roguery and arrogance. She has always been a person who will do anything to achieve her goals.

Although Qin Huairu felt a little guilty, she had no choice but to choose this path under the pressure of life. She bit her lip and said, "Then we have to find a suitable time, so that others can't see that we are deliberately threatening him." Jia Zhang nodded repeatedly with a smug smile on her face. "Don't worry, Huairu. We just wait for Yan Jiecheng to show his hand, and then the meat will be ours."

Jia Zhang hadn't eaten meat for half a year. How could she miss such a good opportunity?

Besides, Yan Jiecheng must have done something bad, and she was getting rid of him for the people.