Siheyuan: I Have a Beast System

"Get out of the way..."

With an angry shout, Yi Zhonghai rushed people and came to Jia Zhengyi: "Zhengyi, go home and see what you have lost. There was a big thief in the courtyard, and the big guy lost a lot."

"Big thief?"

Jia Zhengyi pretended to be stunned for a moment, then shouted, pushed the bicycle and ran home: "Get out of the way! My salary for three months..."

"Three months salary?"

Hearing Jia Zhengyi howling in pain, everyone was stunned.

"Didn't he come here for just over a month, where did he get three months' salary?"

"Who knows!"

"It is estimated that he paid in advance from the factory. In the past two days, he bought a car and bought meat, and he was very generous."

"Jia Zhengyi is the section chief, what is the salary for three months?"

"No more, no less, exactly 300 yuan."

"Hah~!"

Hearing Liu Haizhong's answer, everyone took a deep breath and sighed that this lame Jia suffered a great loss.

At the same time, there is a bit of schadenfreude.

Let Nima show off his wealth, got thief?

True Nima deserves it!

Ruthless against the rich.

As everyone knows, this is just a play played by Jia Zhengyi.

The purpose is to hollow out Jia Zhang's coffin book justifiably.

After the old beast was penniless, he was still not hungry for the fake money Cui Dake.

When he got home, Jia Zhengyi took a general look.

The wardrobe was turned over in a mess, and the change in the drawer was gone.

It's all a few cents of broken money. It's really hard to count how much Jia Zhengyi has. A rough estimate is about more than one yuan, but no more than two yuan.

"Bang Terrier, oh stick Terrier, it's only been a few days..."

Muttering, Jia Zhengyi smiled evilly and turned to go out.

The moment he walked out of the room, Jia Zhengyi had a master-level face change.

"Call the police!"

"Master? Second master? You hurry up and call the police..."

"The three-month salary that was advanced just yesterday, a total of 300 yuan, was stolen, and I didn't keep a cent."

Cursing angrily, Jia Zhengyi glanced at the crowd around him.

Soon, they found the figures of Qin Huairu's family, hiding behind the crowd, with complicated expressions on their faces.

Especially the stick, his eyes widened, as if he saw a ghost.

Can you be surprised?

He only stole one yuan and twenty-three cents, but he turned everything upside down. Where did he get the 300 yuan.

"This cripple Jia wants to hurt me?"

Bang Geng had a flash of inspiration, and then shook his head again: "Impossible, he didn't know it was me, did Jia Laizi really lose 300 yuan?"

"Damn!"

"Why didn't I look for it carefully at that time, I don't know that the bastard is cheap..."

Abdominal slander, stick terrier look annoyed.

Looking at Jia Zhang again, he stared at the stick with a complicated expression.

"This little bastard is really bad at learning. He steals so much money and only gives himself a few dollars. It's not filial!"

"300 yuan! Qin Huairu's family is not here, how much good food does the old lady have to eat..."

"No! You have to get the 300 yuan. This damn stick, if you are too big, you will play tricks with grandma. When you get home, you must educate yourself."

Thinking of this, Jia Zhang pulled a stick behind him to protect him.

This little thing, now the God of Wealth, is determined not to be seen by others.

"Qin Huairu?"

Hiding the stick, Jia Zhang snorted at Qin Huairu: "Go and listen to what Jia Laizi said. For such a big section chief, he lost 300 yuan. It's like a dead mother. How stingy."

"You are so generous!"

Hearing Jia Zhang's words, Qin Huairu was not happy: "300 yuan is my salary for one year, damn thief, it's not good to steal from anyone, but steal from my uncle, why don't you come with me."

Obviously, Qin Huairu didn't know that this thief was her precious son.

Jia Zhengyi was stolen a huge sum of 300 yuan, and Qin Huairu's heart was bleeding from pain.

In her opinion, it won't be long before everything Jia Zhengyi has will be hers.

"If you want to go, you can go, there is so much nonsense."

Jia Zhangshi snorted and pushed Qin Huairu over.

As for the money stolen by the stick, the old guy concealed it, because the old beast wanted to steal a huge sum of 300 yuan.

"Bang Terrier? Don't run around with your grandma."

Qin Huairu was in a lot of pain, and didn't notice the complicated body of the stick, so she twisted her butt and walked up.

"Zheng Yi, don't be impulsive. If you lose so much money, you are in a hurry, and everyone is in a hurry."

"But call the police. You have to file a case first, investigate the scene, and ask questions one by one. After tossing back and forth, even if you find a clue, the thief has disappeared."

As the only person in the courtyard who had been through the game, Yan Bukuan felt it was necessary to stop Jia Zhengyi's irrational impulse.

"What do you mean, third master?"

Jia Zhengyi raised his brows and looked over, his face was full of displeasure.

Of course it's fake.

but……

Judging from Yan Bukuan's attitude, he seemed to know who was stealing the money.

This is interesting.

"Yeah, surnamed Yan, what do you mean?"

"Old Yan? It's not that you lose the least money, do you want to see everyone make a joke?"

"Mr. Yan? Did you have something to do with the thief when you stopped Section Chief Jia from calling the police?"

"Fuck!"

"I've already seen that Yan Bukuan is not a thing. Last time their family was taken away by the law enforcement, we didn't ask for mercy. Maybe he colluded with the thief and took revenge on the big guy."

"It makes sense. I suggest tying up Yan Bukuan first and interrogating him well..."

"..."

A group of people who were in a hurry to lose money couldn't find a way to make up for their losses, but Yan Bukuan stood up to sing the opposite, instantly causing public anger.

"What?"

"Are you all crazy?"

"My dad went to school early in the morning and didn't come back until it was dark. He didn't bring such a wrong person."

"Is there any reason? My family also lost money. You can't just blame the old man of my family in order to make up for the loss."

Yan Bukuan was bombarded.

I can't do without an explanation, Jia Zhengyi lost a huge sum of 300 yuan.

If it falls on them, in the next few years, they can only be restrained by the belt of their trousers.

however.

Just when everyone was in a commotion, Yan Bukuan was still as steady as an old dog, not panicking at all.

"Old Yan?"

Yi Zhonghai could see that Yan Bukuan had found it, and he walked up patiently: "Don't be rude, talk about it, what did you find?"

"That Zhengyi?"

Yan Bukuan ignored Yi Zhonghai and looked at Jia Zhengyi flatly: "Can I express my humble opinion?"

"Don't sell it at this time, everyone is waiting."

Jia Zhengyi understands what this old guy is thinking, and wants to take this opportunity to set up WeChat in the courtyard again.

Yan Bukuan is a good gun. If he wants to perform, he naturally has to give him a ladder.

"Thank you Zhengyi for giving me a chance to prove my innocence."

With a smile, Yan Bukuan went up two steps, stood on Jia Zhengyi's steps and lowered it, scanning the crowd.

"Don't pretend, Mr. Yan, and tell me about this damn thief, my brother-in-law who stole it."

Old Wang Ba crossed the street, and the older he got, the more horizontal he became, Qin Huairu urged Yan Bukuan with a cold snort in dissatisfaction.

"Hehe~!"

Looking at Qin Huairu lightly, Yan Bukuan just smiled slightly, and then looked at everyone.

"Our courtyard is a big courtyard with three entrances and three exits. There are 450 households and [-] people in the whole courtyard. Not to mention thieves, it is a real situation."

With that said, Yan Bukuan looked at a couple in the crowd: "Old Wei's family, you have been in our hospital for two months, who belongs to whose family, where is the door, where is the wardrobe and kitchen, do you remember clearly? ?"

"I don't remember what I do, and I don't point to stealing things to make a fortune. Besides, there are so many people in the hospital, who can remember..."

Old Wei screamed in anger, and someone understood what Yan Bukuan meant.