I messed up the Siheyuan

Wang Ping was indeed very excited.

He didn't expect...

Yan Fugui was only asked to pay for the door, but this old guy gave him such a big surprise.

Just like he said.

This door really didn't have any bumps at all.

If a golden nanmu door of such good quality could survive into the 21st century, it would be worth at least hundreds of thousands!

"call!..."

After letting out a long sigh, Wang Ping was about to agree to accept the door.

But when he looked up, he saw a flash of pride in Yan Fugui's eyes.

This made him quite unhappy.

"Hmm!... Uncle... I've heard people mention this golden nanmu before..."

"It seems... the coffin boards of ancient emperors were made of this kind of wood..."

"This... a door made of coffin wood. This... this is too unlucky."

"Besides, your door is not new."

"Uncle, we agreed yesterday that you would compensate me with a new door."

"Oh!... That's not right!..."

"Isn't this door made of coffin boards?"

Having said that, Wang Ping's face changed and he looked at Yan Fugui with anger.

"Uncle, you made this kind of door for me on purpose. Are you trying to hinder me?"

"Good sir! If our family uses this door, won't there be unrest in the family in the future?"

"Uncle, even though our two families have some conflicts, you can't do this!"

"You are so vicious!"

"No! Uncle and the others will be back soon, and I have to ask them for justice."

"What is going on here?"

"Ugh!..." Yan Fugui's head buzzed.

"No! No! No!..." He waved his hands in panic and said, "Pingzi, Third...Uncle didn't mean that!

No matter what, I am also a teacher.

I...I can't do such a thing!"

"Then tell me..." Wang Ping pointed at the wooden door and asked angrily, "What's wrong with this door?"

"This...this..." Yan Fugui hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed heavily.

"Hey! ... Pingzi, I'm telling you the truth!"

"Uncle San went to the woodworking factory today to buy you a new door."

"That door! The three uncles have already chosen it."

"But just when we were about to pay, an old friend came over to talk to us."

"He said... he has a door made of golden nanmu wood. Although it's old, it's not bad at all and the price is cheap."

"I want to save money, so... so..."

"Uncle, how much does the new door cost?" Wang Ping asked.

"Six dollars!"

"What about this golden nanmu door?"

"This..." Yan Fugui blushed slightly and said weakly: "Two dollars and one!"

"Haha..." Wang Ping smiled mockingly, "Uncle San, you are so great!"

"Pingzi, Third Master definitely has no intention of interfering with you!" Yan Fugui explained: "Third Master is just trying to get a bargain, I..."

"Okay!..." Wang Ping waved his hand, interrupting his endless explanation, "Uncle, let's not talk about anything else!

Just tell me, what should we do now?"

"What should I do?" Yan Fugui looked at Wang Ping pitifully, "This..."

"Uh!..." Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, but soon, he said angrily: "Uncle, you really want me to accept this door?"

"No! No! No!..." Yan Fugui waved his hands again and again, "That's not what the Third Uncle meant.

But, this door... this door...

The third uncle doesn't know what to do? "

"Didn't you buy this door with a friend?" Wang Ping looked at Yan Fugui in confusion, "Why don't you just return it to him?"

"I! ...I..."

Yan Fugui said "I" for a long time and then sighed heavily.

"Pingzi, let me tell you the truth!"

"I don't actually know the man who sold me the door."

"I don't know him?" Wang Ping was stunned for a moment and asked, "Then how did you buy the door from him?"

"That man is the master of the woodworking factory, his last name is Huang."

"He saw me buying a door there, so he came over to chat with me."

"Hmm!" Wang Ping pondered for a moment, then pointed to the sky and said, "Uncle, the day is already halfway over."

"Regarding the door, you must solve it for me in the second half of the day no matter what."

"Otherwise, we will have to delay another day tomorrow."

"Who said it wasn't true?" Yan Fugui patted his thigh and said angrily, "I didn't go to work today, and the company is going to deduct more than one yuan from me!"

"Dad!..." Yan Jiecheng said weakly, "Dad, I didn't go out to carry the bags today, so I earned a few cents less!"

"Shut up!" Yan Fugui turned around and angrily scolded, "Isn't this all caused by you?"

"Hmph!...If you weren't so greedy...you could have installed the door by now..." Yan Jiecheng muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"Okay! Third uncle..." Wang Ping waved his hand to stop the confrontation between the father and son of the Yan family. "Stop for a moment, let's talk about the door!"

"This..." Yan Fugui sighed and said helplessly: "Please tell me the rules, Third Master, please listen to them first."

"Okay!..." Wang Ping said simply: "Then let me talk about it first.

I still have the same request: you have to compensate me with a new door.

Didn’t you say it?

At the wood factory, a new door costs six dollars.

Then you just give me six dollars now and that's it.

As for the rest, such as the cart fee, I won’t bother with you.”

"Pingzi, what do you mean..." Yan Fugui asked, "You want to buy it yourself?"

"Yes!" Wang Ping nodded, and glanced at Yan Fugui with a hint of mockery, "I'm afraid if I ask you to buy it again, I won't be able to install the door all day long."

Yan Fugui's face turned slightly red.

He lowered his head and hesitated for a long time before nodding heavily as if he had made some important decision.

"Okay! I'll give you six dollars!"

After saying that, he took out a roll of money from his underwear pocket, counted out six one-yuan bills, and handed them over with reluctance on his face.

After Wang Ping took it, he looked at Yan Fugui with a smile.

"Hirako, do you have anything else to do?"

"Uncle, have you forgotten something?"

"Forgot?" Yan Fugui looked confused, "What did I forget?"

"Uncle, Brother Jie Cheng's five dollars of compensation hasn't been given to me yet?"

As soon as Wang Ping finished speaking, Yan Jiecheng next to him jumped up and said, "Pingzi, you want the money now?"

"Not now? Then why pick an auspicious day?" Wang Ping said mockingly, "Brother Jie Cheng, the sooner we do this, the better. Don't put it off until later."

"Then..." Yan Jiecheng hesitated for a moment, then turned to Yan Fugui and said, "Dad, please give the money to me first! I...I will pay you back later!"

"Okay!" Yan Fugui responded helplessly, counted out five more dollars and handed them to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping held a wad of money in his hand and shook it towards Yan Fugui, "Alright! Third uncle, the matter between our two families is now settled."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the house.