Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 42 I've Always Wanted to Be a Good Person
Yan Bugui straightened his collar, flicked off the straw on the padded jacket, and said with a kind smile:
"Weidong, there are a lot of single female teachers in our school, how about I introduce some more to you?"

This sentence made Wang Weidong unable to deal with it all at once.

I am a single young man, living happily, do I need you monsters to worry about?
"Teacher Yan, I'm a truck driver, I'm used to being loose, and I can't stand being restrained by others." Wang Weidong quickly declined.

"Also, the motherland is not yet rich and powerful, so why should I call it home!"

Now it was Yan Bugui's turn to be confused.

What does this big bastard want?
Is it really an egg without a seam?

Yan Bugui was thinking, his hands tucked into his sleeves, squatting in the cold wind.

Wang Weidong also tucked his hands into his sleeves and squatted opposite him, his dark eyes full of expectation.

Say it quickly, it's dead grass.

Don't be reluctant.

Yan Bugui seemed to think of something, his whole body was shocked, and he stared at Wang Weidong in disbelief.

Apart from introducing his wife, all he can do is
Paid for hush money.

Well, I didn't expect Wang Weidong to look honest, but also full of bad water.

Staring at the little money I worked so hard to save.

That's abominable!
But Yan Bugui also knew that there was no other choice at this time.

Once the people in the compound knew that he was a speculator, how would they treat him!

Yan Bugui pursed his lips, and said angrily, "Weidong, I know that you have spent a lot for your uncle's sake."

"Well, the uncle has saved a little money over the years."

As he said that, he tentatively asked: "How about I give you 1 yuan, and we'll settle the matter."

Huo, for 1 yuan, Yan Bugui is considered dead and shrewd, and he really lives up to his reputation.

"Master, your 1 yuan is too big, I can't afford it." Wang Weidong disdainful.

1 dollar is too big
Yan Bugui thought for a while, and then realized that Wang Weidong was too little.

"That one yuan and five, you know it's not easy for me to save money." Yan Bugui gritted his teeth.

Wang Weidong smiled without saying a word.

Yan Bugui's crying was useless in front of him.

In the original book, Yan Bugui was the first to buy a TV set in a courtyard house.

"Those two pieces, no more!" Yan Bugui gritted his teeth.

"Two yuan and a cent!" Yan Bugui bit his tongue.

"Five yuan and eight cents!" Yan Bugui wanted to find a rope and hang it on the southeast branch.

"11 yuan and [-] cents!" Yan Bugui wanted to go home and get a kitchen knife.

"Okay, 11 yuan and [-] cents!" Wang Weidong also felt that the time had come, so he agreed.

He was afraid that this old teacher, who regarded money as his life, would really pay 11 yuan a dime, shameless.

That's not worth the loss.

"Now you get the money."

Yan Bugui yelled out 11 yuan a dime, and he regretted it a bit.

If I knew it was ten yuan and nine cents, I would have saved a penny.

But he was afraid that Wang Weidong would go back on his word, so he could only stagger and run home.

The third mother was kneading the dough when she saw Yan Bugui enter the room, she said angrily:
"Old Yan, where did you die all morning?"

Yan Pugui didn't have the mood to pay attention to her, he went into the back room and locked the door.

Crawling beside the bed, he dug out a black ceramic tube from the corner.

Regardless of the dust on the jar, he lifted the lid.

Get out a pair of old cotton shoes.

Open the old cotton shoes, and take out a hanging silk red trousers/pants from inside.

Unbutton the red pants/pants, and a roll of banknotes appeared inside.

One cent, two cents and one cent.
Yan Bugui clicked again.

worried.

One cent, two cents and one cent.

Yan Bugui clicked again.

Still don't worry.

One cent, two cents and one cent.

Yan Bugui ordered it again.

Finally relieved.

Alas. This is my fate.

Reluctantly, Yan Bugui took out 11 yuan and a dime from the inside, and stuffed it into the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket.

Then, re-roll the remaining money into the red pants/pants and stuff it into the jar.

After putting it back in place and removing all traces, Yan Bugui opened the door and rushed out.

"Yan Bugui, where are you going, you can't help me!" The third mother shouted at his back.

"Go help!"

Yan Bugui ran outside the courtyard, and Wang Weidong was waiting under the big willow tree.

"Weidong, can't we have less? It's not easy for the third master to save this little money." Yan Bugui held a stack of ten-cent bills, his eyes were red, and his voice was a little hoarse.

This is really his fate.

"You don't want to let it go." Wang Weidong said expressionlessly.

"I just don't want to betray my principles."

Then, he sighed and raised his face: "You know, I always want to be a good person."

After finishing speaking, Wang Weidong didn't look at Yan Bugui again, and he started to walk towards the courtyard.

Yan Bugui was in a hurry now, so he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Weidong.

He laughed and said, "Weidong, the third master was just joking."

"Your principles are not expensive at all!"

He was afraid that Wang Weidong would go back on his word, so he put the banknotes into Wang Weidong's pocket, expecting: "Shall we clear it?"

Wang Weidong frowned: "Third Master, I haven't counted yet."

One cent, two cents and one cent.

So, under Yan Bugui's reluctant eyes, Wang Weidong counted the banknotes one by one.

Yan Bugui looked at the banknotes that belonged to him and held them in other people's hands, his heart was bleeding.

After all, 11 yuan and a dime will be over soon.

"Uh, I forgot where I clicked just now, try again!"

One cent, two cents and one cent.

For Yan Bugui, a miser, every time Wang Weidong counted a banknote, it was like stabbing him with a knife.

After the banknotes were counted, Yan Bugui was also covered with daggers.

"Well, just right, third master, you are worthy of being an old teacher, a cultural person, and you have a lot of money." Wang Weidong saw Yan Bugui's face turned livid, and he didn't forget to make up for it.

"Two Qings?" Yan Bugui was timid.

"Two cleans!" Wang Weidong nodded.

Only then did Yan Bugui feel relieved, and staggered towards the courtyard.

Wang Weidong looked at his back and sneered, "From now on, you will be in my hands."

Yan Bugui was in the pigeon market, and he only had a few pieces of receipts with him, so he wasn't a speculator at all.

Even the police station did not record him at all.

Otherwise, according to Director Han's straightforward temperament, he would not be released so easily.

As long as Yan Bugui didn't know about this, he wouldn't dare to show his teeth in front of Wang Weidong.

Wang Weidong put the money into his pocket with a sneer, and took out a large pile of stationery tickets from the ring space.

Get on your bike and walk down the street, shop by shop.

"Comrade waiter, bring me two pencils and two erasers."

"Okay, thirty-two cents."

"Here's your money, ticket."

next one.

"Comrade waiter, ten pinyin books, five bottles of ink."

"Two yuan and three cents."

"Here's your money, ticket."

After visiting more than 30 shops, Wang Weidong spent Yan Bugui's 11 yuan and ten cents.

The canvas satchel is also full of stationery.

It was already late in the afternoon, and the sun was dimmed, falling on the person, and he couldn't feel any warmth.

Braving the cold wind, Wang Weidong rode a bicycle to Hongxing Primary School.

Teacher Ran was teaching the students in the classroom, and the old man in the reception room knocked on the door.

"Teacher Ran, there is a young man looking for you outside."

"Say it's your acquaintance."

PS: Thank you Dao Zun for your reward

(End of this chapter)