Siheyuan: Picked up by a goddess in 48 years

"Puch~"

Looking at the junk on the ground, Yan Jiecheng couldn't help laughing, and quickly covered his mouth the next second.

Because Sha Zhu was already glaring at him fiercely.

"Just take a look at how to compensate." Sha Zhu turned around and resigned himself to his fate.

Lu Zhenyuan glanced at it and couldn't help but complain, "Silly Zhu, you rode a bicycle to participate in World War II? Then how come you are fine? Why did the bicycle become like this?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yan Bugui coughed repeatedly, trying hard not to laugh out loud, in order to maintain his demeanor as the third uncle in charge.

But the others didn't have such concerns and laughed out loud one by one.

Sha Zhu was angry, but there was nothing he could do. He was in danger himself now, so he had to get through this hurdle first.

"Why do you care about me? Just tell me what to do about this matter."

"Oh, you're pretty arrogant!"

Lu Zhenyuan was amused. He glanced at the pile of scrap parts and stretched out a hand.

"50?"

"Chi~" Lu Zhenyuan sneered and clenched his outstretched hand suddenly, "It's five hundred!"

"five hundred!!"

Sha Zhu widened his eyes.

"Mr. Lu, are you trying to extort me? How dare you ask for 500 yuan for a bicycle inlaid with gold?"

Looking at Sha Zhu who was so angry, Lu Zhenyuan smiled coldly.

"You think it's too much? That's fine, then just go buy me a new bicycle." As he said that, he looked at Yan Bugui.

"You and Old Yan checked it tonight. Although I bought this bicycle a few years ago, it is brand new. So it's not too much to ask you to compensate me with a brand new one, right?"

"Yeah, it's not excessive, it's reasonable." Yan Bugui nodded repeatedly.

"That's not worth five hundred dollars!" Sha Zhu shouted again.

This time, Lu Zhenyuan was too lazy to explain to him. He just said to Yan Bugui, "Old Yan, tell him if it's worth 500 yuan."

Yan Bugui nodded, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and then said, "A 168-ton truck costs 178 yuan, a heavy-duty truck costs 180 yuan, and a Xiaolu brand truck is more expensive, yuan."

"Adding the accessories on the car, the stamping procedures and other expenses, it will cost 200 yuan, but the prerequisite is that you have to have a ticket."

"It's so hard to get a bicycle ticket nowadays. It's no exaggeration to say that one bicycle ticket is worth a bicycle. After all, you can't buy a bicycle without a ticket, and it's useless even if you have money. So if you really want compensation, it will start at at least 400 yuan."

Shazhu's face twitched.

"I say, Mr. Yan, are you sincere? Are you conspiring to cheat me?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui quit immediately.

"Silly Zhu, stop slandering me! As a teacher, why would I argue with you? Hey! You can do whatever you want with this matter. If you have the ability, just compensate them with an identical car!"

The rest of the people did not say a word, all of them looked like they were just watching the fun, looking down on the world.

Shazhu was not really stupid. A bicycle was certainly not worth 400 yuan. He even felt that it was not worth 200 yuan. But he was also clear about one thing, that is, without a ticket, money was useless.

But then I think about it, that’s not right.

Why did he think about this? He broke the bicycle to save an old man, so if there was any compensation, it should be paid by the old man, and...

"Brother Dongxu, don't just watch the fun. After all, I crashed my car because I was sending an old man to school. Who is that old man? He's your master, so shouldn't you pay for it?"

Jia Dongxu never expected that he would be the one to see the excitement.

His expression immediately changed, and he said, "Silly Zhu, what you said is not right. I didn't ask you to borrow a bicycle. Besides, although the uncle is my master, he is also the uncle in the courtyard."

"When this old man gets into trouble, isn't it normal for us to help him? Who has the nerve to chase him for debt?" As he said this, Jia Dongxu's eyes fell on Lu Zhenyuan meaningfully.

Good man, moral blackmail, huh? They are indeed from the same lineage.

Lu Zhenyuan snorted coldly immediately.

"How nice of someone to refuse several hundred yuan. Hey, Jia Dongxu, if you are so generous, just reimburse the 500 yuan. You can say whatever you want when the time comes. After all, you have such a high level of thinking."

"Yi Zhonghai is the most important man in the hospital, and he is also your master. Isn't it your duty to show respect to him? As for me, everyone in the hospital knows that I have nothing to talk about with that old Deng."

"I was able to lend him my bicycle last night because I was magnanimous and didn't bother with him. As for how Mr. Deng treated me in the past, everyone knows it. We are not related to each other, so even if I didn't lend it to him, no one would have any reason to blame me."

Jia Dongxu was immediately speechless.

"Hmph, a clown." Lu Zhenyuan snorted coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.

Jia Dongxu's defense was instantly broken, and he wanted to go up and punch Lu Zhenyuan hard in the face, but looking at the well-behaved Sha Zhu...

"Humph! I won't argue with you!"

He didn't lose the battle, so after saying that, Jia Dongxu turned around and walked towards the central courtyard.

Everyone: "..."

"No, five hundred is too much, four hundred at most." Sha Zhu began to bargain, and it was obvious that he believed Yan Bugui's words.

"Leave this pile of broken parts, that'll be four hundred."

Sha Zhu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word from between his teeth, "Okay!"

"Take the money."

Sha Zhu suddenly collapsed again, "I'll give it to you tomorrow, okay?"

Lu Zhenyuan looked at Yan Bugui and said, "Old Yan, write me an IOU stating that Sha Zhu must pay me back 400 yuan by tomorrow night. If he fails to do so, you can mortgage his house."

Yan Bugui happily took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, but did not write after opening it.

"Then the fee for writing..." As he spoke, his eyes behind the lenses were still glancing at the pile of waste.

"Here you go."

Lu Zhenyuan said directly that this pile of stuff was useless to him and not even worth recycling. He wanted to come here in the first place just to let Yan Bugui take action.

After all, I've been ordering people around for a long time, so I should get some benefits.

Otherwise, who will give you orders?

Yan Bugui immediately started writing, then tore the paper from the notebook and handed it to Sha Zhu for him to sign.

After finishing the task, he personally delivered it to Lu Zhenyuan.

Lu Zhenyuan took the IOU, confirmed it and nodded.

Seeing that he was satisfied, Yan Bugui smiled and immediately ran towards the pile of waste parts, and his eyes fell on Sha Zhu's hands.

"Well, Silly Zhu, do you think your bag can...?"

Sha Zhu just felt unlucky, but thinking that he would have to ask the old man for reimbursement of the money, he didn't care about it. He just threw the bag on the ground and went straight home.

"You're such a grown-up, what a mess." Yan Bugui muttered behind Sha Zhu, but he picked up the bag very naturally and looked at his eldest son.

"What are you looking at? Come and help!"

"Oh!"

Yan Jiecheng immediately stepped forward, his eyes still examining the pile of scraps.

"Dad, do you think we can reassemble it so that we can have two bicycles at home?"

Yan Bugui glanced at him and knew what he was up to. He snorted and said, "Put away your thoughts. They are all left over from my play."

"This bicycle is completely scrapped. The money spent on reassembling it and replacing the parts is probably only a ticket less than buying a new one! Hurry up and pack it up. You can sell it for a few dollars. If you pack it up for me, I'll give you a dime."

Yan Jiecheng opened his mouth, but then closed it and cleaned up.

When the others saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, they went back to their homes and dispersed.