Siheyuan: With the system in hand, the world is mine

After hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, several people's hearts tightened and a trace of fear appeared on their faces, but they still pretended to be calm and said: "Then how much compensation do you think is appropriate?"

Seeing this, Yi Zhonghai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and then said seriously: "In my opinion, ten yuan in compensation is enough! After all, Old Yan didn't take too many things."

Hearing this, several people were immediately furious. They stared at Yi Zhonghai angrily and shouted, "How is this possible! Do you think you are sending away a beggar? You must at least pay 30 yuan in compensation, otherwise we will call the police. At worst, we will all be finished together. Anyway, Yan Bugui stole the things first. Do you think the police will keep us in prison for a long time?"

Seeing their agitation and determination, Yi Zhonghai waved his hands and patiently persuaded them: "Look at the situation of Old Yan's family. How can they afford to pay thirty yuan? If he really had money, would he have to steal things? How about this, let's all make some concessions, how about twenty yuan?"

After hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, several people were silent for a moment, turned their heads to look at Yan Bugui, as if thinking about something. Then, they began to whisper to each other and discuss in a low voice.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the faces of the people and thought to himself, "They should be able to accept it this time, right?" He slowly breathed a sigh of relief. However, what happened next was beyond his expectations.

Several people started to discuss fiercely. They seemed to be still dissatisfied with the result, but they could do nothing about it. Finally, they said unwillingly: "Twenty is twenty. If it happens again, it will definitely be more than this." Then, they turned their eyes to Yi Zhonghai and shouted loudly: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take the money!"

Faced with this situation, Yi Zhonghai signaled the third aunt to get the money. However, the third aunt's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. She sat on the ground, crying and shouting without any emotion: "Uncle, where is the money in my family! How about you lend it to me, and I will pay you back when I have money."

Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's face turned very ugly. He knew that he had finally helped solve the problem, but now he had to pay money out of his pocket. Moreover, after lending out the money, there was no possibility of getting it back, because with the financial situation of the third aunt's family, it was almost impossible for them to pay it back.

Seeing that no one was willing to pay, the tempers of those people flared up again. They threatened: "If you don't pay, we will regret it. Don't delay any longer!"

At this time, the third aunt also realized the seriousness of the matter. She turned around and begged Yi Zhonghai: "Uncle, please help us! Our family really has no money." Her eyes revealed despair and helplessness.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the farce in front of him and sighed helplessly. He knew these people were greedy and shameless, but he didn't want to make things more complicated, so he had to compromise. He said helplessly to the people around him: "Go and give them twenty."

As soon as these words came out, the first lady in the crowd immediately turned around and walked towards her home, as if she had been waiting for this moment. She did not look back, and did not seem to care about other people's eyes. The third lady cried with joy, and kept thanking Yi Zhonghai, with gratitude flashing in her eyes.

After a while, an old lady came back with 20 yuan in her hand. She handed the money to Yi Zhonghai casually, and after Yi Zhonghai took the money, he gave it to those people without hesitation, his eyes were a little indifferent.

"Now that you've got the money you can leave!" Yi Zhonghai's voice was filled with a hint of impatience.

After receiving the money, those people showed satisfied smiles on their faces. They said triumphantly: "Let's go, let's go now."

However, just as they were about to leave, they did not forget to make a final mockery of Yan Bugui. One of them sneered at Yan Bugui and said, "Yan Bugui, I hope you can come and steal something more valuable next time, so that we can get more compensation." After that, they laughed loudly, not hiding their pride.

When Yan Bugui heard this, his face turned red with anger, his chest ached, and blood gushed out. His eyes widened, his body swayed, and he finally fainted on the ground. When the third aunt saw her husband fall, she rushed forward in panic, hugged Yan Bugui tightly, and tears burst out of her eyes. She cried, "Boss, what's wrong with you? You can't be in trouble! If you leave, what will happen to this family!"

Seeing this, Yi Zhonghai hurriedly shouted, "Come on, some young men, take Old Yan to the hospital, or someone will die."

Seeing Yan Bugui's expression, and considering what Yi Zhonghai said about "human life", the onlookers who were originally pointing and talking immediately shut their mouths, looked at each other, and did not dare to step forward, for fear of being blackmailed.

Wang Haoran in the crowd frowned when he saw this, and after a mental struggle, he passed through the crowd. Seeing this, Xu Damao said, "Brother Haoran, where are you going?"

"Go and have a look. You can't just stand by and watch someone die!" Wang Haoran said calmly. After hearing this, Xu Damao was about to persuade him, but Wang Haoran had already come to the third aunt and said, "Let me have a look!"

Hmm... Hearing this voice, Yi Zhonghai turned around and saw Wang Haoran, and said unhappily: "Wang Haoran, what are you doing? This is a matter of life and death, why are you getting involved?"

"Hehe, uncle, you are not me, how do you know I am just joining in the fun and not knowing any medical skills?" Wang Haoran said unhappily.

"You've been here for so long, but I haven't heard that you know medical skills!" Yi Zhonghai said stiffly. He stared at Wang Haoran with suspicion, muttering to himself.

Wang Haoran looked at Yi Zhonghai like an idiot, wondering how could this man be so stupid. Does he have to shout out his medical skills all over the street? He was speechless, but still patiently explained: "Do I have to shout out my medical skills all over the street?" After that, he ignored Yi Zhonghai and walked straight to Yan Bugui and squatted down, ready to check on Yan Bugui's condition.

The third aunt looked at Wang Haoran with a little surprise and asked doubtfully: "Wang Haoran, do you really know medical skills?" She seemed to doubt Wang Haoran's ability. After all, she had never heard that he had such skills before.

Wang Haoran was too lazy to waste words with her and answered directly: "Don't ask me if it will happen. If I don't get out of the way, Yan Bugui might really die." His tone was serious, and people had to take it seriously.

The third aunt was shocked when she heard this, and realized the seriousness of the matter. She quickly put Yan Bugui down gently, then quickly stood aside, watching Wang Haoran's every move intently, afraid of missing any details.

Seeing this, Wang Haoran took Yan Bugui's hand and felt his pulse carefully. After a while, he relaxed and said with a sigh of relief: "Don't worry! It's okay, I won't die." His tone was full of confidence, as if everything was under control.

However, Yi Zhonghai did not believe what Wang Haoran said and continued to mock him: "If you don't have the ability, don't pretend here. Old Yan has vomited blood and is still unconscious. You say everything is fine. If something happens, I will call the police to arrest you." His eyes revealed his distrust and doubt towards Wang Haoran, as if he believed that he was just bluffing.