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

Chapter 583 Yan Bugui's Happy Life
Things in this world are so wonderful. More than a decade ago, Yan Bugui suffered a great misfortune because of that piece of paper, and the three of them, father and son, could never raise their heads again.

When he thought he would have to dig for food in the garbage dump and spend the rest of his life, his life changed because of a piece of paper.

What made him feel incredible was that the street leader actually returned the paper to him personally and apologized to him sincerely, saying that there were some mistakes in the handling of the matter back then, which had caused him a lot of grievances, and so on.

Yan Bugui only understood the world today, when he was almost 70 years old. People can’t plan for a good life, and they can’t make a good life. They still need a backer. He understood this truth a little late. If there was no next generation, wouldn’t he?

Because the school construction site lacked a Chinese who could speak both Japanese and Chinese, Yan Bugui took the position and started a new chapter in his life.

The position he holds is not a construction site guard or security guard as rumored by the outside world.

The position the Japanese gave him was liaison officer.

But this name makes people feel uncomfortable, and it is easy to think of those guides from decades ago. So even if others said it was the doorman and security guard, he never explained it.

After Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang came back, they wandered around, engaged in swindling and had no serious life, so Yan Bugui introduced these two sons to the school construction site. And after the school was built, they could continue to work there, responsible for some purchasing or logistics liaison work.

The Japanese told Yan Bugui, "We will build many more schools in the future. You still have a lot to offer, so do your best."

Yan Bugui felt very strange. Why build so many schools? Are there so many children?
He raised this question carefully. The short and strong man said, "There will be a lot. Much more than you think. We have so many people and so many companies in Japan, all eager to come here, so we also need a lot of schools."

Yan Bugui still didn't quite understand why doing business was connected with the school. He had also heard a lot of news and legends recently. Many people from other countries had come here to invest and start businesses, but they had never brought so many family members with them.

Why do the Japanese always like to come here like they are moving house?

He picked up five kraft paper bags filled with cement, which changed his life. Now he sells kraft paper bags freely on the construction site. The two brothers Yan Jiefang can sell kraft paper bags for dozens of yuan a day, not to mention other things.

The most significant change was that they used to be bullied wherever they went, but now they were the only ones bullying others, and there were a group of people following them.

Yan Jiefang almost has the momentum to command the support of hundreds of people.

Because they found that no matter how much trouble they caused, as long as they revealed their relationship with the Japanese, the police station would not only ignore it, but also be polite. Other work units would also look up to them.

This situation makes the Yan family, father and son, feel more comfortable than making some money.

Once, Yan Bugui drank too much and said with tears in his eyes, "This situation is so familiar. It seems like yesterday. It was the same back then. As long as I mentioned that I was working for the Japanese, I could get anywhere. I thought that such good days would never come again, but I didn't expect that they would come back again after all these years."

In fact, Yan Bugui himself knows his situation best. He has a low level of education. When he taught at Hongxing Primary School in the 1950s and 1960s, his work evaluation was very poor. Students did not like his classes very much.

In fact, he himself did not understand those elementary school courses very well. The level of courses he taught, including mathematics and Chinese, was very average. He did not dare to say that he was best at Japanese, which was useless in the past few years. Because he learned it in a Japanese language school. He did not dare to show it for decades, but he did not expect that he could live a good life again with what he learned in his early years. The fate of life is really sad.

Today, another luxury car arrived at the construction site. This was the most imposing car Yan Bugui had ever seen.

He thought it was another company president who came to visit, but unexpectedly it was a teenager. This teenager was quite tall, and he had never seen such a tall boy among the Japanese.

A group of people surrounded the young man and entered the construction site. Yan Bugui did not dare to look up at the door. So he only looked at him two or three times from beginning to end.

After the people passed and entered the construction site, Yan Bugui raised his head thoughtfully, thinking that the young man looked familiar. It was the kind of familiarity that seemed familiar, and he must have seen him somewhere.

After more than an hour, a group of people came out again. This time, the short and strong man in charge of the construction site also bowed his head and walked out beside the young man with a flattering look.

Yan Bugui had never seen this guy behave so servilely. From this, it can be judged that this familiar-looking Japanese boy has a high status.

So Yan Bugui's waist was almost bent to 90 degrees. To be honest, he had mastered this skill of bending in his old age, but he never had the opportunity to display it later, because no one had bent over to work in Beijing for decades, so he had no place to display his strengths.

I didn’t expect that at the age of nearly 70, my waist strength is still so good that I can even bend to 90 degrees. Oh, I am such an honor.

Originally, Yan Bugui thought that this group of people were leaving in the car. In the past, the leaders of various Japanese companies who came to inspect and visit all followed this rhythm. They would take a look around, ask about the situation, find out what conditions the school would provide in the future, and then leave quickly.

But today, to Yan Bugui's surprise, the young man did not leave, but stopped in front of him. Then he heard him asking the short and strong man: "He must be Yan Bugui. He lives in No. 95, Nanluoguxiang?"

"Yes, that's him. Aren't you interested in that place? You can ask him to go with you today."

Yan Bugui has not dared to straighten his back. His waist is almost broken after such a long time. Now he is sweating all over.

Finally he heard the short and strong man's voice asking him questions: "Yan Bugui, accompany the young master to No. 95, Nanluoguxiang for a good walk."

Yan Bugui quickly took the opportunity to straighten his waist. Ouch, he almost straightened his waist.

He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead, with a flattering smile on his face, but still did not dare to look at the young man for too long, and instead said to the short and strong man: "It's not very convenient to go there. Before, it was not so bad, it was just a big compound, and it was common for people to enter. But now it's different, now the whole compound has become Song Wu's, and that place has become his own yard, it's hard to say if you want to enter casually anymore."

The short and strong man curled his lips in contempt and said disdainfully: "Once you Chinese know that we are going to visit his house, you will be very happy and will not stop us. You will definitely welcome us warmly. Besides, it is not certain whether the yard will be his right away. Today, the young master is interested and wants to go and see it in advance. Otherwise, if we wait until later... hehe."

He was halfway through his words when the young man glared at him and he stopped talking with an embarrassed smile.

(End of this chapter)