The Great Era of Siheyuan

He had always seen that this guy was very aggressive, but he didn't expect that he would dare to directly threaten his life. Old Man Wu felt a little regretful. If he hadn't been greedy, nothing would have happened. It seemed that he had to leave quickly.

Li Wenqiang's big hand grabbed his shoulder blade like an eagle's claw. The severe pain made him tremble uncontrollably. He didn't know where this guy got such great strength.

"Since you know you're wrong, I'm not unreasonable. Move your things in first. Remember to bring me the property certificate later. After you move in, I'll take you to the Housing Authority to change the owner of the house. Go ahead!"

Hearing that he had changed his words, Li Wenqiang smiled and let go of his hand. Old man, you dare to ask for 2,000 yuan for this broken yard, and you think 700 kilograms of food is not enough. Do you really think you are a living Buddha?

If you really piss him off, it would be so easy to kill him without him noticing. So many people die every day, if you just dig a hole on the roadside and bury them, who knows where they go.

Old Man Wu rubbed his numb shoulder. He knew without even looking that there was blood clots inside.

Enduring the severe pain, Old Man Wu walked inside carrying a bag of rice in one trembling hand.

"Wait a minute, how long will it take you to get one bag at a time? I'll give you two more bags."

Li Wenqiang said this and stuffed two more bags onto his shoulders.

“Thank…thank you~!”

Old man Wu said tremblingly that the two bags that Li Wenqiang added happened to be on his injured shoulder, which was obviously intentional.

"You're welcome!"

Li Wenqiang smiled with a fake smile, his expression was very scary.

Old man Wu didn't dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction. He was at fault first, so he couldn't blame others. He just wanted to transfer the house quickly, and then take his cheap wife away, far away from here.

Looking at Old Man Wu's trembling body, Li Wenqiang didn't sympathize with him at all. How could Old Man Wu, who had lived from the Qing Dynasty to the present and was still free and easy, be a good person? If he was a little bit kind, he would have died eight hundred times.

It's a pity that he used his cleverness in the wrong place. If he had said something to talk to him before the deal was reached, and then suddenly changed his mind after the deal was reached, then don't blame me for dealing with him.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, Li Wenqiang wouldn't mind throwing him into the boiler of the steel mill while delivering the goods tonight. This kind of thing was not challenging at all for him.

Old man Wu threw the rice into the room with trembling hands. The huge impact directly blew the rope on the bag, and the white rice scattered all over the room.

Jia Zhang, who had not appeared for a long time, had lost a lot of weight. At this time, she was baking pumpkin pie with Bang Geng in the house. They were shocked when they saw this scene. The white rice blinded their eyes.

"Grandma, there is so much rice. I want to eat rice!"

Banggeng kept swallowing his saliva while talking, staring at the bags intently. After eating whole grains and meal replacement powder for several years, he also knew that rice and white flour were the most delicious.

Jia Zhang was awakened by the sound of the stick. She reacted immediately and asked Old Man Wu in surprise.

"Where does all this rice come from?"

Old man Wu was very angry at this time. Seeing that she didn't care about him at all, couldn't even see that he was injured and yet asked about the rice, he couldn't help but scold her.

"It's none of your business, get out of here, can't you see I'm busy?"

The training over the past few days made Jia Zhang naturally develop a sense of submission to Old Man Wu. Hearing this, she hurriedly sat down at the foot of the bed with her stick.

Old Man Wu walked to where she had just sat, lifted the quilt and bed board, found a brown envelope in the interlayer, took it in his hand and walked out.

When Jia Zhang saw this scene, she didn't dare to say a word. If she did, she didn't know what methods he would use to deal with her that night.

Thinking about what happened to her in the past few days, Jia Zhang felt both happy and scared.

Old man Wu held the envelope in his right hand, his left hand was shaking unnaturally, obviously he had just been seriously injured. He walked to the door and handed it directly to Li Wenqiang.

"Here, the property certificate!"

Li Wenqiang took the envelope, opened it and checked. There was only a piece of paper inside with the time, name, room number, address, local people's government land bureau, and some real estate registration information written on it. There were not only the signatures of the director and deputy director, but also the seal of the local public security bureau.

Li Wenqiang took a look and thought that the director had probably been promoted or transferred because he didn't know him.

While he was looking at the property certificate, Old Man Wu quietly and quickly carried the things away. Eleven or twelve bags of grain were gone in three or four trips. If Li Wenqiang hadn't tortured him on purpose, he would have had no problem carrying two bags.

After he finished carrying the things breathlessly, Li Wenqiang took out a pen and paper and placed them in front of him.

"Write me a three thousand yuan IOU, put your fingerprint on it, and pay three percentage points of interest every month. If you don't return this IOU, I'll just pretend it never happened. If you come back to ask me for the house in the future, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Little brother, this is not necessary, right? Isn't it enough for us to just give the house to you?"

Wu Yong didn't expect Li Wenqiang to do this to him, and said reluctantly.

"If it were in the past, I wouldn't have needed to do that, but you haven't forgotten what you just said, have you? It's up to you whether to write it or not!"

Li Wenqiang said with a sneer.

"Okay, I'll write it! I hope you can keep your promise!"

Old man Wu gritted his teeth and said, then he took the paper and pen and started writing. His beautiful penmanship looked like flying dragons and phoenixes, with some style of calligraphy, very elegant, worthy of being a scholar in the past.

Old man Wu is now under someone else's roof and has no choice but to bow his head. If he doesn't write today, he might even die, and how can he continue to live happily?

"You think I'm you? Get in the car!"

After he finished writing, Li Wenqiang took the paper and pen, and casually placed them in the cab, then drove straight to the Dongcheng District Housing Management Bureau with Old Man Wu in the back.

Dongcheng District Housing Administration Bureau, also known as the District Government Housing Reform Office, is the district government department responsible for housing administration and housing system reform in the district. It is located at No. 21, Yuqun Hutong, Dongsi North Street, Dongcheng District. It only takes two or three minutes to drive there, or ten minutes to walk there.

"Comrade Wu Yong, what is your relationship with Comrade Li Wenqiang? Why did you give the house to him?"

At the Housing Administration Bureau's Property Transfer Registration Office, a middle-aged woman asked as a matter of routine.

In their minds, they actually know all about these private house sales. However, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. If you say that you can't sell it, then fine, I won't sell it, I'll give it away. I can collect the money privately and give it away for free at the Housing Authority, which is also acceptable.

"This is my distant relative. He is old and I want to go back to my hometown. I will leave this house to him."

Wu Yong said angrily that he had lived in the house for so many years and was reluctant to sell it now. But if he didn't sell it, he didn't know when the natural disaster would pass. He didn't even know if he could survive this year. If he saved food and ate more, he would basically have no problem in the next one or two years.

He still has a few hundred dollars in his hand, and the few hundred dollars that Jia Zhang had are also on him. When the time comes, he can go to the countryside to buy a house, or build one himself, bring Zhang Cuihua and his grandson with him, and then he can enjoy his old age comfortably.

"Since you agree, please sign this document!"

The aunt handed him a new property certificate and placed it in front of him, asking him to sign and fill in some information.

Li Wenqiang and Wu Yong just need to do as they are told. Since neither of them knows the procedure, they just need to be obedient.