My Qin Huairu in Siheyuan is not the White Lotus of the Golden Age

Qin Jingru was not happy at all. Seeing Jia Zhang's arrogant look, she really wanted to beat her up.

After comforting Qin Jingru, Wang Zicheng walked out with the IOU.

"Brother-in-law, where are you going?"

Wang Zicheng said with a smile: "I'm going to go vent my anger on my little cutie!"

Wang Zicheng also figured it out. If he wanted to deal with Jia Zhang, he would definitely not bother to do anything if he could take action.

He took the IOU and went directly to the police station.

Half an hour later, Chief Zhang of the police station came to the courtyard with his men.

"Director Zhang, how come you have time to come here?"

An old man was just about to go out for a walk. When he saw Director Zhang, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"It's Comrade Yi Zhonghai!"

Director Zhang said, "Someone reported that Jia Zhang from your courtyard owed money and refused to pay it back. Let's investigate."

"See what the situation is!"

"You owe me money?"

The old man said quickly: "Director Zhang, you must have made a mistake."

"Our yard has always been advanced, and not a single needle has been lost. How could someone borrow money and not pay it back?"

At this time, Wang Zicheng came over.

"Master, you are really a forgetful person. I remember that when Jia Zhang borrowed money from me, you were the guarantor."

"It's only been over a year, have you forgotten?"

When the old man saw Wang Zicheng appear, he felt something was wrong.

He scolded, "Wang Zicheng, what do you mean? We are all neighbors, is it necessary to make things so awkward?"

Wang Zicheng laughed. Yi Zhonghai's words had no effect on him at all.

He said, "Director Zhang, it is only natural to pay back a debt. I want my own money back, and that's not too much."

"Of course not too much!"

Director Zhang said righteously: "It is our responsibility and obligation to protect people's property."

"Comrade Wang Zicheng, don't worry, I will handle this impartially and help you recover your losses as soon as possible."

As he said that, Director Zhang was about to lead his men in.

"you……"

Yi Zhonghai became anxious. He pulled Director Zhang aside and took out a brand new Big Unity banknote from his pocket.

"Director Zhang, can we solve this problem ourselves in the yard?"

The old man still has some face.

After thinking for a moment, Director Zhang said, "Uncle, as long as Wang Zicheng agrees to withdraw the lawsuit, everything will be fine."

"Thank you, Director Zhang. Thank you, Director Zhang!"

The uncle assured: "Don't worry, Director Zhang, I will definitely ask Wang Zicheng to withdraw the lawsuit."

Ah!

Director Zhang nodded and signaled the old man to deal with it quickly.

"Thank you, Director Zhang!"

The old man thanked him again and again, then rushed to Wang Zicheng and stopped him.

Director Zhang also signaled to his followers to keep still.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

The uncle said, "Wang Zicheng, you should know that after you and I became the uncle of this courtyard, our courtyard has been rated as excellent every year."

"This is not only an honor for the courtyard, but also an honor for you and me!"

"Do you really want to give up this hard-earned honor?"

Wang Zicheng laughed and said, "Uncle, it is only natural to pay back your debts."

"Jia Zhang borrowed money and didn't pay it back. I'm here to ask for my own money back. Is that wrong?"

The old man tried to hold back and said, "Wang Zicheng, why can't you make sense?"

"You are right. My road is blocked. No one can pass through."

Wang Zicheng said, "I heard what you said to Director Zhang. It's not impossible for me to withdraw the lawsuit. Let her return the money to me first, and then we can talk in detail."

The eldest uncle said again: "Wang Zicheng, you know the situation of the Jia family, can't you wait for a few days?"

"Besides, you are now a fifth-level fitter and deputy director of the workshop. Your monthly salary is almost more than mine. The money that Jia Zhang owes you is nothing."

"Can't you be more generous?"

"hehe!"

Wang Zicheng chuckled: "Uncle, someone told me something."

"He said, stay away from those who advise you to be magnanimous, because when the lightning strikes him, you will be implicated as well."

"What do you mean?"

Of course, an old man doesn’t understand what the master of postmodern art said.

Wang Zicheng pointed at the Jia family.

Jia Zhang was sticking her head out and looking towards them.

They were talking very loudly, and many people had already come out of the courtyard to watch the fun.

Only Jia Zhang, who was clearly the source of all the events, hid at the end!

Wang Zicheng said: "It means exactly what it says!"

"Thunder Spell!"

As soon as he thought of it, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket came crashing down.

A big hole suddenly appeared in front of Jia Zhang's door.

"Oh my god, it's happening again..."

"Jia Dongxu was struck by lightning last time, and now the lightning hits directly at their doorstep. How unlucky!"

"..."

By the time they reacted, they had all retreated far away.

The Jia Zhang family seemed to be the source of all evil, and no one wanted to get close to them.

Director Zhang was also shocked.

He quickly shouted: "Everyone, go home and don't expose yourself outside!"

The voice just fell.

Another bolt of lightning as thick as an arm fell at the doorstep of Jia Zhang's house.

A deeper hole was blasted out.

"Look, sir, even God can't stand the fact that Jia Zhangshi doesn't pay back her debts."

"Shut up, you!"

The uncle scolded: "Wang Zicheng, the lightning fell on someone else's door, are you happy?"

"Can you please not be so selfish!"

"Selfish?"

Wang Zicheng almost laughed out loud when he heard these two words coming out of the mouth of an old man.

Speaking of selfishness, who can be more selfish than an old man?

Wang Zicheng was too lazy to continue arguing with the old man.

He pointed to the direction of Jia Zhang and said to the young police officer on the side: "Comrade, she is Jia Zhang."

"She owes me money and hasn't paid it back yet."

"This……"

The young policeman was at a loss, with a sense of mission and responsibility on one side and his immediate superior on the other.

Dilemma.

"Comrade, are you going to protect her?"

An old man stepped forward and scolded him, "Wang Zicheng, why are you making things difficult for the police officer?"

"I've already told you that we can handle this matter on our own. Why don't you listen to me?"

"Are you going to make an enemy of the entire courtyard?"

"Believe it or not, I'll kick you out!"

The old man talked a lot, but Wang Zicheng smiled and said nothing.

Just hear a roar.

Thunder roared suddenly out of nowhere, hitting right between Wang Zicheng and the old man.

"Uncle, do you think this thunder will hit you or me?"

Even an old man was a little scared.

He muttered, "I'm not the God of Thunder or the Goddess of Lightning, how would I know?"