Siheyuan: I stand for Xu Damao because he is my brother

Especially this Yi Zhonghai, if he has no home to return to, where can he go?

Needless to say, he must be avoiding him!

Yan Bugui returned home and sat alone at the table, sighing.

Who can lend him money in this yard?

The answer is obvious—Liu Yueru!

But Liu Yueru had a prerequisite for borrowing money: the house must be sold to her.

But where will Yan Bugui live after selling the house? See, we are back to the same vicious circle.

Yan Bugui almost didn't sleep the whole night. When he woke up the next day, he finally figured it out and decided to go find Yan Jiecheng.

Only Yan Jiecheng can have money if he opens the hotpot restaurant.

But what he didn't know was that Yan Jiecheng had left with Li Xiaoman on a long-distance bus last night.

He also called out to the hot pot restaurant. That person was familiar to everyone, he was Yang Weimin.

Ever since Yang Weimin's grandson tasted the sweetness of renting books, it was as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened.

The taste of Yan Jiecheng's hot pot restaurant is good, the supply channels are also good, and even the chefs and waiters are ready-made. He can make money right away when he takes over. It is definitely a high-quality asset.

Therefore, as soon as Li Xiaoman put up the "Shop for Sale" sign, Yang Weimin came to her door like a shark smelling blood.

After they quickly agreed on the transfer fee, Yan Jiecheng took the money and left with Li Xiaoman.

Then Yang Weimin began to package this hot pot restaurant, and even borrowed the name of "Liu Mengli".

After Xu Dacan heard about this, he was surprised for a long time.

Wasn't it only 1989, and Yang Weimin had already come up with themed cultural catering without any guidance?

The senior brother Guan Gu used the name of animation to get all kinds of land and then do some dirty work.

Is Yang Weimin going to open a chain of hotpot restaurants under the guise of a bookstore, and eventually create a behemoth like Haidilao?

"..."

Yan Bugui did not sleep the whole night and ran around during the day. After noon he could no longer bear it and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already dark outside. Yan Bugui climbed out of bed hungry, and looked at the cold stove at home, tears welled up in his eyes.

Remember what I said before? His family only buys enough food for three days at a time.

Who living in this yard today is short of rice, flour, oil, eggs and other things? But Yan Bugui spent a long time at home and found a bowl of rice, a handful of noodles, and two pieces of pickled vegetables.

The old man was reluctant to spend money to eat out, so he cooked some noodles himself. He didn't even have any oil, just added some salt and cut some pickles into shreds and mixed them with the noodles.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Yan Bugui, unwilling to give up, went to the "Yan Jiecheng" hot pot restaurant again.

As a result, as soon as he reached the street corner, he saw the sign lit up from a distance. Yan Bugui was overjoyed and quickened his pace and walked over.

But when he got closer and looked at the words on the sign, Yan Bugui was confused again.

Isn't it called "Shancheng Old Hotpot"? Why did it change its name to "Mengliju"?

There were flower baskets at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, with a banner hanging on it that read: Make friends through literature, grand opening promotion.

Yan Bugui was about to walk in when he was stopped by a waitress wearing a cheongsam with a sash hanging diagonally: "Sorry, we are closed today."

Yan Bugui was so annoyed that he pointed at the man and said, "I've seen you before. I'm here to see your boss."

He had seen him before, but the waitress had never seen him. Hearing this, she frowned and said, "Our boss is busy. If you have anything to say, you can talk to me first."

Yan Bugui now regarded Yan Bugui as his life-saving straw. He became anxious when he heard the words. He pushed her away and tried to rush in.

The waiter saw this and immediately shouted: "Oh no! Someone is here to cause trouble!"

As soon as Yan Bugui stepped onto the stairs, four big men came out.

The leader saw this and pointed at his nose and cursed: "Where did you come from, old man? You come here to beg for money. Get out of here now, or I'll knock your teeth out!"

Are there any good people in Yang Weimin’s gang?

This group of people started filming at the Shichahai Ice Rink in 65, competing with a group of tough guys in a battle of wits and courage.

Isn't it common to beat up old men? Not to mention Yan Bugui, there are several 90-year-olds who have been beaten up!

Yan Bugui pointed at them and started stuttering again in anger.

Or maybe he was a teaching assistant in primary school. How could he be a teacher if he stuttered when he was nervous or excited? What qualifications did he have to be a teacher?

Yan Bugui said something that didn’t make sense: “You… How can this be so unreasonable! I call you boss, I am his father!”

That man was really arrogant: "I'm your father! Old man, why don't you look in the mirror and come here to make trouble? How could my eldest brother have such an ugly father like you?"

Yan Bugui was so angry that he burped. At this moment, Yang Weimin, who heard the noise, came out.

"What's going on Gangzi?"

One of his subordinates, Gangzi, pointed at Yan Bugui and said, "This old guy came to our place to try to scam us."

Yang Weimin didn't even look at Yan Bugui: "Give him 2 cents and tell him to get out. He can't even handle such a small matter. Do you know who are the people here today? How much effort did I put in to invite Liu Mengli?"

When Gangzi heard this, he immediately took out the money.

Yan Bugui was so angry. Did they really think of him as a beggar?

Yan Bugui shouted, "Stop right there!"

Yang Weimin finally looked at him this time, but the brutality in his eyes made Yan Bugui shudder.

"You old fool, you don't want to be ashamed when I give you face, right?"

Looking at Yang Weimin, whose fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds, Yan Bugui said with all his might: "I'm going to find Yan Jiecheng. He's the boss here and I'm his father!"

Yang Weimin looked him up and down, then he understood and said to him, "Your son has transferred the hot pot restaurant to me. From today on, this place belongs to the Yang family."

This news was undoubtedly bad news for Yan Bugui. What? Yan Jiecheng had sold the hot pot restaurant, but what about him? The key was money!

Yan Bugui wanted money more than his life, so he pounced on Yang Weimin.

Yang Weimin was stunned! He had been a gangster for so many years, and today he met a real gangster?

Fortunately, Gangzi and the others were not just for show. They caught Yan Bugui from the air, then lifted him up and threw him onto the curb.

I didn't dare to use force when throwing it, and I handled it with care. His arms and legs are old, and if they are really broken, what will they do if I extort medical expenses from them?

Yan Bugui sat on the curb, wailing: "This is terrible! Someone is killing someone! Help come quickly!"

Yang Weimin rushed over and covered his mouth with his hands: "You old bastard, believe it or not, I'm going to fuck you!"

With the words "Fuck you", Yan Bugui finally knew who they were.

A hooligan, if you talk in the past, you are called a gangster...

Yang Weimin covered his mouth and said, "I'm opening my business today, so I won't argue with you. But if you dare to make trouble for me again on this happy day, old man, I'll find a gasoline barrel, stuff you in it, and then fill it with cement and seal you under the bridge pier!"