I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 582 Your Great Goodness
Zhang Guifen didn't have much education, and Shazhu didn't have much knowledge either. But he found the term from Zhang Guifen interesting and laughed. "You're quite good at making up words now, and your words have become more elegant. It's a blessing for everyone."

Zhang Guifen said: "I heard it from others. I didn't understand what it meant at first, but now I know. I heard those people use it to describe Yan Bugui. He was indeed picking up trash, but I don't know what happened. Now he has gone to the newly built Japanese school. He is working as a guard at the gate. Since he has been working as a guard inside, his two sons Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiefang have stopped hanging around. I heard that they seem to be responsible for purchasing logistics for the Japanese school."

Shazhu was stunned. What the hell? Yan Bugui went to work as a security guard in a Japanese school.

He didn't quite believe it. "It's impossible. I know Yan Bugui. He's thin and small, like a stick of firewood. If he works as a doorman, isn't that like delivering food? If Yan Bugui is the doorman at the steel mill, how many things would be lost every day?"

Zhang Guifen said unconvincedly, "Being a gatekeeper doesn't depend on your stature, it depends on your brains and your temper. Yan Bugui is a calculating man who knows everything clearly, so he knows best what people will do when they want to take advantage of others. If you really let him go to the gate of the steel mill, maybe your factory will lose less things."

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, and was speechless. What Zhang Guifen said seemed to make sense. He forgot that Yan Bugui lived in the front yard, which was similar to the security guard in the compound. The work effect was very good at that time.

Zhang Guifen continued, "And I heard that Yan Bugui can speak Japanese. He is usually the most ruthless to others. He is very respectful when he sees the cars on the construction site. Even when our old neighbors come to see the excitement, he is not polite at all and doesn't let people get close or ask questions. I didn't realize he is this kind of person."

I sneered. "You are wrong. I don't care about this kind of person. But I wonder how he can speak Japanese?"

Zhang Guifen seemed to suddenly remember something and pulled Shazhu's arm. "I heard that a ceremony was held for him a few days ago. The leaders of the nearby streets returned a certificate to him and apologized to him. Yan Bugui is different now. He can talk to the leaders of the streets and district. I heard that his family bought a TV. Not only that, the distance from his home to the Japanese school is less than 500 meters, but he actually rides a Japanese motorcycle every day. It's so handsome."

Sha Zhu frowned and thought for a while, then took a breath. "Why do I feel that your words are more and more familiar, and the image you describe is more and more familiar to me. I feel that this is similar to those traitors on the street."

Zhang Guifen laughed. "Many neighbors say so. They all say Yan Bugui is a modern traitor."

Sha Zhu frowned, and his face was full of more and more doubts. "But why does he feel that the neighborhood and the district are so supportive of him when he does these things? Could it be that the tide really turns?"

Yan Bugui's life is indeed very good now. In fact, his experience can be called fantasy. That day, he was picking up waste and walked to the construction site with a cloth bag on his back.

Just then, he saw a few brown paper bags thrown at the door. Yan Bugui was overjoyed and pounced on them like a hungry wolf seeing meat.

These paper bags should be filled with cement. Although he couldn't recognize the foreign words on them, there was still some cement in the bags.

Five or six kraft paper bags, all three-layered, are now sold at a scrap collection station for 70 or 80 cents per pound. If sold well, they can even fetch one dollar. These paper bags alone must weigh at least two pounds.

Yan Bugui was afraid that people on the construction site would see him, so he hurriedly tried to put the paper bags into his own trash bag. He was busy folding and rolling them.

After finally folding it and preparing to put it into the bag, a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped on the folded brown paper bag and knocked it to the ground.

Yan Bugui's eyes followed the shiny leather shoes and beautiful trousers up and saw a short man wearing a brand new fashionable suit.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this man is short. Yan Mougui thinks that he is not as tall as himself, and estimates that he is at most 1 meters but less than 5 meters. However, this man is not tall, but looks quite strong. His clothes are tight and he has a face full of flesh.

At this time, the short and strong man was looking at Yan Bugui with a contemptuous smile, "These are yours, you can't take them. I should sue you for stealing. The Chinese are all thieves."

Yan Bugui got anxious when he heard this: "No, no, I'm not a thief. I just saw it was just left there and no one was paying attention, so I picked it up. I usually do this. Look around and no one is paying attention. I'm definitely not a thief."

But it was obvious that the short and strong man didn't listen to Yan Bugui's explanation at all, and he shouted to the person behind him.

Then there was a response from inside the fence, and two or three people ran out.

Two people held Yan Bugui and prepared to drag him into the fence.

At this critical moment, an idea suddenly occurred to the eye part. He suddenly remembered that the short and strong man's voice seemed to be in Japanese. He quickly shouted in Japanese: "I'm really not a thief. I'm just a resident nearby. I make a living by collecting garbage."

As a result, his shouting caused the short and strong man opposite to change his attitude drastically, and he looked at him with surprise.

Later, Yan Bugui finally entered the fence, but he was not pulled in, he was invited in.

The Japanese were treating him to good tea and cigarettes there, and the short and sturdy man who had looked ferocious just now was now smiling and speaking to him politely.

Finally, the short and strong man asked Yan Bugui why he could speak Japanese?

Yan Bugui didn't want to tell anyone about this kind of thing, but when he saw him hesitating, the short and strong man opposite him who had been smiling and talking just now suddenly changed his expression. The two men who were responsible for serving tea and water and giving cigarettes also instantly approached Yan Bugui with murderous intent.

Yan Bugui was decisively scared. Although he didn't want to say it, he was forced to dig up the old account and tell it to the short and strong man.

"Oh, Manchukuo is great. I didn't expect you worked there. You said you got a certificate of honor."

"Yes, it was issued by the emperor himself. But the certificate was taken away. I was also educated for many years because of this matter. I only returned recently."

The short and strong man's face was now smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, and he patted Yan Bugui's shoulder affectionately. "You are very kind. Don't pick up garbage anymore in the future, just work here, the salary is high. In addition, I will give you your certificate, and you can ask them to give it to you again when you come back. This is your honor, and no one can take it away. Hahaha."

(End of this chapter)