Siheyuan: violent engineer, dictatorial disobedience

Yan Bugui's eyes lit up, he misunderstood Yu Haitang's meaning and thought that the other party had given in.

But who would have thought that Yu Haitang's words completely stunned him for a second.

"As long as Yan is beaten to death, my sister will be widowed, and the rumors outside will not work."

"So, Yan Jiecheng, get out of here, see if I don't beat you to death today, you bastard!"

After Yu Haitang finished speaking, she snatched the stick from the people around her, picked up the stick and threw it at the glass of Yan's house.

With a click, the glass of the Yan family shattered.

As soon as Yu Haitang made a move, the young people who followed behind seemed to have received an order.

He rushed towards Yan's house screaming, brandishing sticks and smashing non-stop.

Soon, all the glass in Yan's house was completely shattered.

Yu Haitang pushed Yan Portui even more.

"Get out of the way for me!"

Yan Bugui staggered from being pushed, and almost sat down on the broken glass.

Yu Haitang led the people into the room, and found that there was no one in the empty room.

He immediately realized that he was fooled, no wonder Yan Jie couldn't come out no matter how much he clamored.

It turned out to be early.

"Yan Pugui, where's that bastard Yan Jiecheng?" Yu Haitang walked out of the room and asked.

Yan Bugui lit a cigarette leisurely: "I don't know, I don't know where he went."

"Yan Pugui, don't be shy, you can run away to a monk, but not to a temple. I'm just waiting here today, and I don't believe he won't come back."

"Da Bao Er Bao, you guys moved all the things out of the house and smashed them all for me."

"Old thing, I don't believe you don't feel bad."

After Yu Haitang finished giving her orders, she gave Yan Pugui a vicious look.

Several younger students received an order to lift out all the furniture in the room, including the bed boards.

In front of Yan Bugui, he was smashed to pieces.

Yan Bugui saw everything in his eyes, although there was a smile on his face, his heart was really distressed.

His cheeks were almost crushed by himself, but he still had to pretend to be okay.

As long as the internal recommendation form is in hand, the other party throws a temper tantrum and smashes things, and pretends not to see it.

As long as Yan Jiekuang can go to work smoothly, all this will be worthwhile.

Ten minutes later, everything in Yan's house was smashed to pieces, and broken wooden furniture was everywhere in the yard.

Even Yan Bugui's bicycle was dismantled into parts.

Fortunately, the Yan family didn't have a dog, otherwise the dog would have been slapped twice, and then skinned to make dog meat hot pot.

"Dear family, is your anger almost gone now?"

"Are you young people tired? Would you like to drink some tea to warm your body? I still have [-] catties of cabbage in the cellar, and I will smash it in a while!" Yan Bugui said with a smile.

Father Yu and mother sighed, and it was almost gone, not as angry as before.

When encountering this kind of hob meat, there is really nothing to do.

People know that you are here to vent your anger on your daughter, and they don't stop you at all. You can smash things as you like, and mess with the house as you like.

He didn't stop him, just watched you smash with a smile.

"Yan Bugui, where's the pot in your house? My aunt said when she came here that you must smash the pot in your house. If you don't smash the pot, isn't my aunt's trip in vain?"

Yu Haitang put her hands on her hips, arrogant and unreasonable.

Yan Bugui's smiling expression finally changed.

"My in-laws, can't I?" Yan Bugui looked at his father and mother.

Yu father and mother are a couple of honest people, and they also feel that their daughter is a bit too much.

Smashing the pot is equivalent to being immortal, and it hasn't reached that point yet, so why is it so?

"Haitang, let's just forget about it. Your sister didn't suffer much injuries. The Yan family has already been destroyed by us, so there's no need to ruin it." Father Yu said.

Yan Bugui's eyes lit up, feeling that his cunning plan had succeeded.

But Yu Haitang didn't think so.

You have to keep your word, every spittle nails, if you say you want to smash your family before you come, then you must smash your family.

As for furniture and other things, they are all secondary, and smashing the pot is the real thing.

"No, I have to smash the pot. No one can tell me it won't work. I have to smash the pot today." Yu Haitang said.

Yan Bugui sighed, and then a trick flashed in his mind to bring disaster to the east.

Isn't silly Zhu at home?

Do you have to pay a price for watching the excitement?

"Silly Zhu, don't blame me. You are alone. If the pot is smashed, it will be smashed. You can still go to your father's house for dinner. If you can't, you can go to the pretty widow's house for dinner."

"My house is different. There are only two pots in my house. It's really smashed. There's really no place to eat when it's Chinese New Year."

Yan Jiecheng silently found a suitable reason for himself.

Then he pointed to Sha Zhu's house.

"At his house." Yan Bugui said.

Yu Haitang followed the direction and walked aggressively towards Sha Zhu's house.

Several younger students also hurriedly followed.

Silly Zhu, who was happily eating melons, was taken aback.

He didn't realize it for a long time, and he didn't offend Haitang, why did she lead people to her home.

"No, why are you walking towards my house?" Silly Zhu asked.

Yu Haitang ignored him, and said two words lightly: "Smashing the pot!"

"Hey! What the hell? Smash the pot? Did I provoke you? Are you smashing my house?"

Silly Zhu ran to his house in a hurry, and couldn't care less about eating melons.

If you are eating melons, your pot will be smashed.

It's a pity that it was a step late after all, as soon as I ran to the door, I saw two young men walking out with iron pots.

A young man took a brick and slammed it on the pot.

Click!

A hole was smashed out of the iron pot in an instant.

"Are you sick? Yan Jiecheng bullied your sister, and it's not me who bullied your sister. Why are you messing with my family?"

"Third Master, did you do it on purpose? Thinking of dragging me into the water? To save your pot?"

"If you want me to save you, just tell me directly! Why do you want to bring trouble to the east and smash my family's pot?"

Being smashed for no reason, Sha Zhu collapsed instantly.

After that, the anger was burning, and the pot of Zhanshen's house in his dignified courtyard was smashed.

If this matter spreads, it is estimated that the hot searches in the whole alley for half a month are all his own.

Besides, I, silly Zhu, can't beat Liu Jianshe, Fan Yu, and you bastards?

This time, I must let you all know what is the wrath of the courtyard god of war!

God of War is angry! ! !

"You son of a bitch, if you dare to smash my family's pot, I will never end with you!" Sha Zhu said viciously.

Then, revenge.

He knocked down a young man with a punch, then picked up the stick and walked towards several people.

Yu Haitang dodged and ran out.

Silly Zhu followed behind.

Yu Haitang ran behind Liu Jianshe, pretending to be charming and pitiful, and said, "Jianjian, silly Zhu wants to hit me."

Liu Jianshe shook his head, looking at Yu Haitang, who was showing off his power just now, now turned into a delicate little woman.

Suddenly, there is a sense of unreality.

He raised his hand and slapped Sha Zhu, God of War.

"I heard that you are going to hit my wife?" Liu Jianshe said and slapped her again.

"She smashed my house!" Shazhu said aggrievedly.

"Then you can't hit women either? What did the leaders of the Women's Federation say about Yi Zhonghai's domestic violence last time?"

"New society, new atmosphere, reject bad habits, don't bully the weak." Liu Jianshe slapped again.

"But she smashed my family!" Sha Zhu continued to be aggrieved.

"Stupid boy, if you are wronged, you have a debtor, whoever is wronging you, who do you go to, besides, if the pot is gone, won't you replace it with a new one?" Liu Jianshe continued to slap her.

"But I don't have the money to buy it. Where can I buy pots for Chinese New Year?" Sha Zhu still felt aggrieved.

Liu Jianshe pointed at Yan Bugui, and said, "I want it from him. He asked you for 70 yuan, but he only gave Liu Haizhong 30 yuan. Once he entered and exited, he made a net profit of [-] yuan. This is not to treat you as fools." What about it?"

Silly Zhu was startled, and then looked at Yan Bugui in disbelief.

"Third Master, you are making a difference in this matter? You are too dishonest, you have to compensate me, and I have to blame, otherwise this matter will never end!"

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Chapter 401 Re-election of the steward!

Helping people mediate conflicts, and I can still make a lot of money. I guess 9 is what Yan Bugui can do.

Yan Bugui is good at calculating, if a matter falls into his hands, he will not choose to intervene without half of the profit.

It's a pity that he was born in the wrong world. If he was born a few decades later, he might still be an entrepreneur in a certain field.

When Silly Zhu heard that Yan Bugui made a net profit of forty by going in and out, he was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

A month's salary is less than 30 yuan. In order to mediate the conflict, he cruelly took out a month's salary.

As a result, the middleman is cheaper. Is there any reason for this?

Doesn't the conscience of spending this money hurt?

I have earned 40 yuan, and I am not even willing to buy a pot. You let others smash my pot.

Are you, Yan Pugui, still human?

The more Silly Zhu thought about it, the more angry he became, his family was ruined, his money was cheated by Yan Bugui, and his face was slapped.

On New Year's Eve, the Spring Festival couplets have not yet been posted, and I have suffered such a big grievance.

Silly column broke out completely.

"Third Master, you must give me an explanation today, or you will be beaten!"

"It's a new year's day. My family's pot was smashed because of your words. I'm not happy, and you don't want to be happy either."

Yan Bugui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and sweat was still dripping from his forehead.

The brain is running even faster, if you don't find an excuse to fool it, who knows what foolish fool Sha Zhu will do.

Seeing Shazhu's angry appearance, Yan Bugui felt that it was a strategic cowardice.

"Zhuzi, please listen to my explanation, the 70 yuan is actually just a budget, it is not the final amount of compensation."

"As for me, as the third master in the courtyard, I naturally have to work hard for the harmony in the courtyard. Don't listen to other people's nonsense. I planned to return the money to you today."

After Yan Bugui finished explaining, he took out 40 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Sha Zhu.