The Dog King of Siheyuan Tears and Rebirth

"How is it?" Director Qian asked, "You all tell me, do you have any objections to dividing it equally? If so, go to court. I tell you, based on my experience, this property must be divided equally."

"Director Qian, I have no objection. I originally asked for an equal share. It's just that some people are too greedy." Yan Jiekuang said proudly.

"I have no objection. I feel the same as my third brother," said Yan Jiedi.

"What about you, Yan Jiecheng?" Director Qian asked, "Are you unwilling? I say, you are already old, and your father has only been gone for a short time? Aren't you afraid that your father will be disappointed in the underworld if you make such a fuss?"

"I, I, hi, what's going on! My dad is obviously..." Yan Jiecheng said angrily.

"You don't want to?" Director Qian asked again, "You are so greedy. If you don't want to, you two can sue him. There is also a charge of abandoning your second brother. It is not certain whether he can be released by then!"

"Ah! No! I am willing to do so. Isn't it enough that I am willing to do so?" Yan Jiecheng said helplessly.

"Humph, you should have said it earlier! Now it depends on whether your Jiefang can be found. If he is dead or cannot be found, do you think the law can let you go? You are really heartless." Director Qian said angrily.

"That's right, he has no conscience." Yan Jiekuang echoed.

"Don't talk anymore. You didn't come when Yan Fugui was alive, but now you come to divide his property after he died. You don't know how to be a son. You... Hey! You won't understand even if I tell you. So, tell me what property you have?" Director Qian said speechlessly. She really looked down on the old brothers of the Yan family. They were all old and lived like dogs.

"Since he has a house, my father must have some savings. It's impossible that he has no savings at all. I know my father. He will always keep a small treasury for emergencies." Yan Jiekuang said. He didn't care what Director Qian thought of him. Anyway, he would go back to the rural area in the north after getting the money.

"There is no money. My dad lived on his savings, but they were all gone long ago. When he died, he only had a few dollars left. My dad hasn't picked up trash for a long time. Everyone around him knows it and it can't be faked," said Yan Jiecheng.

"Really? Boss He, is what he said true?" Director Qian asked He Yuzhu.

"That's the truth. Yan Laokou hasn't picked up trash for a long time, probably more than a year," said He Yuzhu.

"Shazhu, you just told the truth." Yan Jiecheng said first.

"Haha, Yan Quezi, don't be anxious. Based on my understanding of Yan Laokou, he definitely has savings. This is actually very easy to check. Generally, money is kept in banks. You can go to a nearby bank to check whether Yan Fugui has withdrawn any money from his passbook in recent days. If not, it is probably gone. If it is cash, no one can check it, don't you think so? Yan Jiecheng?" He Yuzhu shouted.

Sure enough, when Yan Jiecheng heard what He Yuzhu said, his face changed immediately, and he looked as if he had eaten shit.

"Hahaha, Director Qian, look at Yan Guizi's constipated expression. He must have been right about what He Yuzhu said. He's feeling guilty. Hahaha..." Xu Damao laughed.

"Yan Jiecheng, tell the truth. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Otherwise, if we find out, you will be charged with embezzlement of public property." Director Qian also threatened.

"This, this..." Yan Jiecheng looked at He Yuzhu viciously and said, "I almost forgot that my father did leave some money."

"How much?" Yan Jiekuang asked immediately.

"One, one, six hundred." Yan Jiecheng said weakly. Qin Jingru's heart was bleeding beside her. The money had been deposited in her account book for a long time. She was really unwilling to give up, but there was nothing she could do.

"I've been telling you, my dad has been calculating all his life, so he can't be without money. He must have some cash, but I'm giving it to you at a bargain price." Yan Jiekuang said, "If you have a conscience, take it out. If you don't, I'm giving it to you at a bargain price."

"No, I only have a few dollars in cash, and I used that to pay for the coffin! And there's also paper money, which must be shared equally," Yan Jiecheng shouted.

"Hmph, I know you bought the coffin. As for the paper money, don't think I haven't been to our father's grave. There wasn't even a bit of paper ash in front of it." Yan Jiekuang said angrily.

At the side, seeing how the brothers and sisters were calculating so carefully, Director Qian shook his head speechlessly.

"Hahaha, Director Qian, don't be surprised. Our old man Yan has a famous saying, 'You will be poor if you can eat and wear, but you will be poor if you can't plan well.' This is inherited from his ancestors, and every one of his children has learned it. The only thing he didn't expect was that he didn't even get a penny for the protection." He Yuzhu laughed.

"Oh! What a sin! Okay, let's divide it now. I will decide to divide it among you when Yan Jiefang comes back." Director Qian said speechlessly.

As he was talking, Xiao Zhao came in and whispered to Director Qian.

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"You two! Yan Jiefang has been found. Fortunately, he is fine. He just starved for a few days. He is now in the police station. If something really happens, you two just wait!" Director Qian pointed at Yan Jiecheng and Qin Jingru and scolded.

Upon hearing this result, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, now how do you guys think we're going to divide it?" Director Qian said, "The money is easy to talk about, 400 per person, but what about the house? How do you think we're going to divide it?"

“I must have sold it for a few cents! I don’t live here.” Yan Jiekuang said.

"I agree with my third brother's opinion." Yan Jiedi echoed.

"I don't agree. Where will our family live if we sell the house?" Yan Jiecheng said.

"It's okay if you don't sell it. You can just give us three the market price." Yan Jiekuang said.

"Okay, let's sell this house at the market price, twelve hundred, and I'll give you three hundred each. Is that okay?" Yan Jiecheng said cunningly.

"Bullshit, Yan Jiecheng, you have a black heart. Do you think we haven't asked around? This house is almost 40 square meters. Based on the market price of 1,500 yuan, it should be worth at least 60,000 yuan. Do you think it's still the same as it was ten years ago?" Yan Jiekuang objected.

"You're talking nonsense. You're going to buy 60,000 for me?" Yan Jiecheng said anxiously. "That's the Tongzilou you're talking about. Is that ours? This is a slum, a slum. Are you going to find someone to buy it?"

"I'll offer sixty thousand and one dollars." He Yuzhu said leisurely in the distance.

When they heard He Yuzhu's offer, Yan Jiekuang and his sister's eyes lit up. They had inquired about the price, and that was the price of a tube-shaped building. Not many people would buy this slum.

"Brother He, do you really want it?" Yan Jiekuang looked straight at He Yuzhu and asked.

"Nonsense, is what I, Boss He, say false? I am a rich man, don't I have any face?" He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"Yes, Boss He's words must be true, so I'll sell it to you." Yan Jiekuang said with a smile.

After saying that, he looked at Yan Jiecheng and said, "Did you hear that? Boss He wants it."

"Silly Zhu, you..." Yan Jiecheng said angrily.

"Then I don't want it, okay?" He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"Boss He, don't listen to him. We are brother and sister. We agree, two to one, he has no say." Yan Jiekuang said.

"Humph!" Yan Jiecheng said dissatisfiedly, "Is it a big deal to be rich?"

“It’s amazing, just don’t sell it.” He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"Sell, sell, we will definitely sell it. Boss He, please wait a moment. If he can't come up with the money, we will sell it to you." Yan Jiecheng said.