Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

Seeing this, Liu Haizhong frowned, knowing that this matter was of no small importance.

Decided to take a more direct approach: "Haitang, I know you may not believe me, but this matter is really important. How about this, I'll pay you some money and you let us see this letter, how about that?"

When these words were spoken, everyone in the yard was stunned.

Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu looked at each other. They didn't expect Liu Haizhong to pay such a high price for this letter.

However, Yu Haitang remained unmoved and looked at Liu Haizhong coldly, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Seeing this, Liu Haizhong became anxious and knew that he couldn't give up like that.

He gritted his teeth, took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket, and stuffed it directly into Yu Haitang's hand: "Haitang, this is 5,000 yuan, you take it, and let us see this letter."

Yu Haitang looked at the money in his hand and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

This amount of money is not a small sum for Liu Haizhong, but she also knows the importance of this letter.

Finally, she took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, I promise you."

Liu Haizhong was delighted when he saw this.

He quickly took the letter and unfolded it carefully.

However, when he saw the handwriting on the letter, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "This... How is this possible?"

The handwriting on the letter was crooked.

After Liu Haizhong finished reading the letter, his face turned pale instantly.

"Who wrote this letter?"

Yu Haitang looked at Liu Haizhong's reaction and felt uneasy.

She took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "This letter was...left by my husband."

When these words were spoken, everyone in the yard was stunned.

They didn't expect that this anonymous letter was actually related to Yu Haitang's husband.

Liu Haizhong was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He stared at Yu Haitang for a long time before he spoke with difficulty: "Your husband...why did he write this letter?"

"I don't know either. He left this letter before he died, asking me to give it to a man named Liu Haizhong after he died. I thought it was just his last wish, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect it would involve so many things."

When Liu Haizhong heard this, he already understood about 70% of it.

"Haitang, this letter is too important. We must find out the truth as soon as possible and find out who is behind it."

"Okay, I will cooperate with you. I believe that as long as we work together, we will be able to find out the truth."

Just like that, a disturbance caused by an anonymous letter quietly unfolded in the courtyard.

As a witness to this storm, Chen Fei will also be involved in it, and together with Liu Haizhong, Yu Haitang and others, he will uncover the shocking secret hidden behind it...

In a corner of the courtyard, Liu Haizhong's face was livid, and he was holding a crumpled piece of paper tightly in his hand. It was a copy of an anonymous letter.

The area was filled with residents of the courtyard, and discussions were rising and falling, as if surging towards him like a tide.

"Liu Haizhong, isn't this handwriting yours? Do you still want to deny it?" Sha Zhu stood in the crowd, pointing at Liu Haizhong's nose and asked loudly.

Qin Huairu echoed from the side, her eyes full of suspicion towards Liu Haizhong.

Liu Haizhong widened his eyes and tried to explain: "How is this possible? I, Liu Haizhong, have always been upright, how could I do such a despicable thing? This handwriting, this handwriting..."

He stuttered and couldn't find the right words to refute for a moment.

Just then, Yu Haitang walked into the crowd.

She is a famous intellectual in the courtyard. She has beautiful handwriting and unique insights into handwriting.

He took the copy of the anonymous letter, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then slowly said: "This handwriting is indeed from Liu Haizhong."

His bangs seemed to be struck by lightning and his face turned pale instantly.

He shook his head desperately, trying to deny it all: "No, it's impossible! This handwriting is not mine! Someone must have framed me!"

Yu Haitang frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied with Liu Haizhong's reaction: "Liu Haizhong, handwriting is very difficult to forge. The handwriting on this letter is exactly the same as your usual writing habits. How can you expect me to trust you?"

Liu Haizhong was sweating profusely in anxiety. Suddenly, he thought of something and took out a crumpled ten-yuan note from his pocket: "This is the change I got when I bought vegetables at the vegetable market yesterday. Look at the handwriting on it. Is it the same as what I usually write?"

Everyone came forward and carefully examined the handwriting on the ten-dollar bill.

Indeed, the handwriting was noticeably different from that on the anonymous letter.

When Liu Haizhong saw this, he was delighted, as if he saw hope of clearing his grievances.

However, Sha Zhu sneered: "Liu Haizhong, do you think this can prove your innocence? Who knows if you deliberately changed the handwriting to confuse us? Besides, the handwriting on this ten-yuan banknote can be imitated by anyone. Do you think you can fool us like this?"

Qin Huairu also agreed, "Yes, Liu Haizhong, you should tell the truth. Stop making excuses."

Liu Haizhong was so anxious that he was spinning around, and no one would believe anything he said now.

Suddenly, he thought of a solution and said loudly, "Okay! Since you all don't believe me, let's find an expert to identify the handwriting! Let's see if this letter was written by me!"

Yu Haitang nodded: "That's a good idea. I can help you contact a handwriting identification expert. But you have to bear the cost of the identification yourself."

Liu Haizhong agreed without hesitation: "No problem! As long as it can prove my innocence, I'm willing to pay any amount of money!"

Soon, Yu Haitang contacted a handwriting identification expert.

Experts said that the anonymous letter could be authenticated, but the authentication fee would be fifty yuan.

When Liu Haizhong heard the price, he was stunned.

He usually lives frugally, so where does he get so much money?

However, in order to prove his innocence, he had no choice but to agree.

I borrowed money from my neighbors and barely managed to scrape together fifty dollars.

Early the next morning, he went to the appraisal agency with the anonymous letter and fifty dollars.

The identification process is long and arduous.

Liu Haizhong sat in the appraisal room with his hands clenched together, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

I'm afraid the results will be even worse.

Finally, the identification results came out.

Experts said the handwriting on the anonymous letter was indeed from Liu Haizhong.

When Liu Haizhong heard the result, he stood there in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.

I just can't understand why I would do such a stupid thing?

Just then, Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu walked into the appraisal room.

Looking at Liu Haizhong's distraught look, they showed smug smiles on their faces.

Sha Zhu even gloated over the misfortune and said, "Liu Haizhong, Liu Haizhong, I didn't expect you to do such a despicable thing. Now you're fine, right? How can you deny it when the evidence is solid?"

Looking at the smug smiles of Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu, an indescribable anger surged in Liu Haizhong's heart.

It's too late to say anything now. I can only endure this humiliation and pain silently...

In a corner of the courtyard, Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu were whispering to persuade Liu Haizhong.

"Old Liu, do you really think this painting is worth so much money for appraisal?" Sha Zhu scratched his head, looking confused.

Qin Huairu also nodded in agreement. She knew very well that Liu Haizhong had been frugal all his life, and it was really hard for him to understand why he suddenly had to spend so much money to appraise a painting.