A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1151 Peng Jiahe's indenture contract! (Please order the full version!)

In the second bedroom, Peng Jiahe was sleeping in a unique posture with her legs spread out and her thighs exposed. The knock on the door obviously disturbed her baby-like sleep.

She tossed and turned in her bed, trying to stay asleep while waiting for the damn noise to subside completely so that she could continue with the beautiful dream she had just had.

But the knocking sound was like the surging river, endless, or like the flooding of the Yellow River, unstoppable.

Finally, Peng Jiahe couldn't stand it anymore and shouted with his eyes closed:

"Stop knocking, you were a monk in your previous life, you can't stop knocking!"

Hua Twelve said jokingly outside: "Hurry up and get up. Don't forget that you are working for me now. What time is it and why don't you get up to work? Do you want your salary?"

Peng Jiahe finally remembered his current situation, and he calmed down, closed his eyes and waved his hands:

"I know. Let me take a break. I can't open my eyes!"

As she spoke, she sat up, but without opening her eyes, she took off her pullover pajamas with her hands and began to prepare to change clothes.

Hua Shier saw it clearly through the floor-standing aquarium in the second bedroom. He shook his head in amusement, turned around and sat on the sofa to smoke a cigar.

About five minutes later, a scream was heard from the second bedroom, followed by a crackling noise in the room. Then Peng Jiahe, who had changed his clothes but had disheveled hair, rushed out of the second bedroom.

She pointed at the wall that served as a partition for the second bedroom's floor-standing aquarium and questioned Hua Twelve:

"Did you see everything just now?"

Hua Twelve said with disdain: "What's so good about A!"

Peng Jiahe immediately quit: "What A? It's obviously B"

Halfway through, she finally reacted: "Ah, you saw it, you stinky durian mango"

Hua Twelve did not quibble and told the truth:

"I just asked you to get up. Who would have thought that you would take off your clothes without saying anything? It's really disgusting. I haven't asked you to take responsibility yet!"

Peng Jiahe walked up, grabbed Zhong Xiaoqin's pillow on the sofa, and smashed it at Hua Twelve's head.

Hua Twelve moved the cigar away, and he didn't care about anything else. Not to mention that the sponge pillow would not hurt anyone, even if Peng Jiahe hit him with a steel bar or a baseball bat, it would be the steel bar and the baseball bat that would be broken, and he would not be hurt at all.

After venting his anger, Peng Jiahe probably realized that it was useless, so he threw the pillow down and went to the bathroom to wash up angrily.

Half an hour later, Peng Jiahe, wearing light makeup, walked out of the bathroom, still looking at Hua Twelve with vicious eyes.

Hua Twelve looked innocent: "Please, be reasonable. You took off your clothes when you disagreed with me. I have already avoided you in time. What else do you want?"

Peng Jiahe said angrily: "It's too much!"

Hua Twelve pointed at the girl and said, "Hey, don't attack me personally. I am a normal person. I will say it again. I was just knocking on the door. It was you who did it."

Peng Jiahe didn't wait for him to say anything else and pointed at the floor-standing aquarium.

"Who would use a fish tank as a wall? You are too much!"

Hua Twelve said calmly: "You already knew this when you moved in yesterday. Don't blame others when something goes wrong. Also, you just insulted the boss, so deduct 500 yuan from your salary!"

Peng Jiahe scratched his hair hard and yelled again before he calmed down. After a long while of anger, he said:

"I'm hungry!"

Hua Twelve stood up helplessly: "Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal and take care of your business!"

He took Peng Jiahe to eat fried dumplings nearby. While they were eating, Hua Shier introduced his company to her.

Peng Jiahe burst out laughing after hearing this:

"Anything company? Are you serious?"

Hua Twelve rolled his eyes and said, "As for me, your boss, I always keep my word. Whatever I say is fine!"

Peng Jiahe's face suddenly darkened: "Then can you revive my dad?"

Hua Twelve was speechless:

"Did you really listen to what I just said? The full name of our company is 'Whatever Financial Management Services Co., Ltd.' We deal with non-performing assets, debt collection and so on. And resurrection? Do you think I'm Dragon Ball?"

"Besides, your father has turned into ashes, how can he be resurrected? Do your job well and don't think about anything else. Oh, you should deal with your father's ashes quickly. My ex-wife is timid and she will be scared if you keep his ashes at home!"

Peng Jiahe's eyes turned red when she thought of her father Peng Hai:

"It's all your fault. What does it have to do with you if we scatter the ashes in the river? Why did you insist on reporting it?"

Hua Twelve was free anyway, so he explained the situation to Peng Jiahe:

"First, what you did is illegal. If you want to bury your father at sea, you must apply for it first. Scattering the remains directly on the beach is polluting the environment!"

"Secondly, if you want to scatter your father's ashes, the law requires the consent of all direct relatives. Does your father have no direct relatives except you? I did some research last night, and it seems that you still have a grandmother in Shanghai. How could you be so cruel to scatter her son's ashes without even informing the old lady!"

"Third, I don't know if you, who grew up abroad, have ever learned Chinese well. If you have, then there must be some deep hatred between you and your father."

When he said this, he saw Peng Jiahe glaring at him. Hua Twelve waved his hand:

"Let me finish. Do you know what you and Lu Yuan's behavior is called? There is an idiom in our country, called 'crushing bones and scattering ashes'. In our traditional culture, this is only done when dealing with a deep hatred for an enemy!"

"If it's your father's last wish, then I have nothing to say. If it's not, then you have a grudge against him!"

Peng Jiahe opened her mouth and said after a while: "It was Lu Yuan who told my dad to return to his roots!"

Hua Twelve rolled his eyes:

"Is this how fallen leaves return to their roots? I don't know if Lu Yuan is a bad guy, but he looks unreliable. For this kind of thing, shouldn't you consult your grandmother, since you have one?"

Peng Jiahe lowered his head and looked like he had done something wrong.

Hua Shier sighed: "Okay, let me take care of your business first, and then I'll tell you about the work later!"

He asked Peng Jiahe in detail about the lost luggage, and the latter said that it should have been lost in the taxi.

Hua Shier took out his cell phone and opened Chen Yu's phone book. As a reporter, he naturally had his own connections. He found a friend's number and dialed it. The person on the other end was Wang Bo, the director and editor of Shanghai Traffic Radio.

"Old Wang, I'm Chen Yu, and this is the situation."

As soon as he told the other party about Peng Jiahe's situation, the other party immediately agreed to help Peng Jiahe play the lost and found notice on the traffic channel three times in a loop every morning, noon and evening for free.

Hua Shier smiled and thanked him, and agreed to have dinner later. Then he hung up the phone and said to Peng Jiahe:

"Done. If your luggage is really left in the taxi, I think we'll have news soon!"

Peng Jiahe slapped his head and said, "Why didn't I think of this? Lu Yuan is also a pig!"

After Peng Jiahe finished her meal, Hua Shier asked her to go upstairs to take down the ashes, then he rode on the chariot of fire and took her away.

Peng Jiahe asked loudly in the back seat: "Where are we going?"

"You'll know when you get there!"

Half an hour later, Huating Garden closed.

"Sir, this is a high-end community, with good wind and water, underground CBD, and the back garden of life. The monument starts at 168,000 yuan, which is worth collecting for a lifetime."

"Please look here. Housing prices are rising all over the city, right? There is definitely room for appreciation."

"This is the latest service project launched by our property management company. It looks like a gang with 18 people seeing you off. Right? What we want is the atmosphere, absolute solemnity and absolute grandeur.

"Set up the mourning hall, send paper money, and provide a one-stop funeral service."

Peng Jiahe was stunned. Hua Twelve snapped his fingers and said, "This is it. It's better to do it today than to wait for a better day. Let's bury him today!"

Hua Shier paid directly by credit card. The starting price is 168,000 yuan. He paid 688,000 yuan, and got a top-of-the-line gift of 18 yuan.

He also made a request: "Are there any cultural performances? Just some second-hand rose or something, 30,000 yuan for a night of singing!"

On this day, Peng Hai was buried with great ceremony.

By the time the burial ceremony was over in the afternoon, Peng Jiahe had already burst into tears. She hugged Hua Twelve and said, "Thank you, thank you. Apart from my dad, no one has ever been so kind to me!"

Hua Twelve pushed her away and said gently, "It's nothing, come and sign this!"

As he spoke, he handed over a document along with a pen.

Peng Jiahe didn't look at what it was, thinking it was some burial procedure or something. After all, she had signed several before, so she immediately took the pen and signed.

But she still subconsciously asked: "What is this?"

Hua Twelve said as a matter of course:

"It's a loan agreement. Your father's funeral expenses are 688,000 yuan, plus the money from the band, it's exactly 710,000 yuan. Because you are one of us, I will calculate it for you at 2% interest. Well, it can't be higher, otherwise it will be illegal!"

"From now on, this money will be deducted from your salary. The interest is 14,200 yuan per month. Your salary is 10,000 yuan. From now on, you will owe me 4,200 yuan every month until I pay it back!"

Peng Jiahe was confused:

"I work for you, earning you 10,000 a month, and every month, not counting the principal, I have to pay you 14,200 in interest!"

"So, I work for you for a month and I still owe you 4,200?"

Hua Twelve gave a thumbs up: "As expected of a sea turtle, your calculations are flawless!"

Peng Jiahe felt like she was going crazy: "Isn't this just a contract to sell my body? How stupid I was to think you were being nice to me. Give me back my tears."

However, after this commotion, Peng Jiahe could only grit his teeth, and the grief he had just felt was over.

After coming out of the cemetery, Hua Shierxun asked about Peng Jiahe's relatives.

Peng Jiahe said she wanted to go see her mother.

Hua Shier asked for the address and took Peng Jiahe to meet her mother.

Just like in the original plot, Peng Jiahe's mother remarried and had another child. Her life was difficult. Although she wanted to take care of Peng Jiahe, she was powerless.

After Peng Jiahe felt his mother's rejection, he kept his head down and didn't say a word.

Her mother took out a thousand yuan with red eyes and wanted to give it to Peng Jiahe, but the latter refused to take it and ran away.

Hua Twelve sighed and comforted the other person with a few words.

Peng Jiahe's mother said:

"Jiahe still has a grandmother. She has a house and a pension. Tell Jiahe that she can go to her grandmother's place!"

Hua Shier nodded without saying anything. When he went out, he saw Peng Jiahe squatting next to the Fiery Chariot, crying with her head down.

He didn't try to comfort her, but just said, "Let's go, go to your grandma!"

Peng Jiahe's eyes were red, and she said angrily, "I won't go. I can survive on my own!"

Hua Twelve sat astride the motorcycle and said calmly:

"I think this matter is not about whether you can live or not, but your grandmother is so old and has no son. As her grandson, shouldn't you take care of her until the end of her life? How can you be so selfish?"

"And I want to remind you, Peng Jiahe, I know something about your father. According to the laws of the Ugly Country, you only own 70% of his compensation, and the remaining 30% belongs to your grandmother. According to the laws of our country, at least half of it belongs to your grandmother!"

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Peng Jiahe has lived in the Ugly Country for many years and has actually developed some Ugly Chinese thinking. Subconsciously, she has never considered the issue of her grandmother's retirement.

This is what happened in the original plot. She wanted to take her passport and her father's insurance money and return to the Ugly Country several times.

But now she wanted to refute Hua Twelve, but she couldn't say it because she knew how selfish her thoughts were. Although she was subconsciously avoiding her grandmother's questions, it was difficult to hide her selfish nature.

"Okay, you're right!"

After Peng Jiahe said this, his depressed heart suddenly felt relieved, as if a huge rock had finally fallen to the ground.

Hua Shier went to Peng Jiahe's grandmother's house according to the address provided by Peng Jiahe.

Surprisingly, the Peng family’s house is located on Hunan Road, in an old one-story Western-style house with a yard.

Hua Twelve parked the car outside, looked around the house, and asked Peng Jiahe, "How big is your grandmother's house?"

Peng Jiahe recalled: "It seems to be a little over 100 square meters. Anyway, as far as I remember, it was quite crowded with five people living in it!"

Hua Twelve said unhappily, "You still want to go abroad with this house? Do you know how much the house price is per square meter in this area?"

Peng Jiahe asked curiously, "How much is it?"

"Although I don't know the exact amount, this area is at least more than 200,000 per square meter, or even more. How much is 100 square meters?"

Peng Jiahe's eyes widened: "Twenty, twenty million?"

Hua Shier chuckled. In the original plot, Peng Jiahe wanted to go abroad and not come back. He was really picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.

The two men went up and knocked on the door, and it was Peng Jiahe's grandmother who opened the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

Hua Twelve pointed at Peng Jiahe and said, "Old lady, do you know her? Your granddaughter Peng Jiahe!"

The old lady looked at him carefully and said, "Jiahe, are you Jiahe?"

Her hands were shaking with excitement, her eyes were moist, and she turned to look at Hua Twelve again:

"Sea, my son, you are finally back!"

After saying this, she hugged Peng Jiahe in one hand and Hua Twelve in the other: "Mom is so happy, my son and granddaughter are finally back!"

Peng Jiahe looked at Hua Twelve and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Hua Twelve pointed at Peng Jiahe's head: "Alzheimer's disease!"

Peng Jiahe was speechless: "You are the one suffering from Alzheimer's!"

Hua Twelve said unhappily: "I'm talking to your grandmother!"

He said, pretending to be Peng Hai's voice: "Mom, let's go inside and talk first!"

He coaxed the old lady into the house, closed the door, and then inserted a silver needle into the old lady's Yuzhen acupoint.

The old lady's body went limp and she fainted. Hua Twelve grabbed her and put her on the sofa.

Peng Jiahe was startled: "What do you want to do?"

“Of course it’s robbery.”

Before Hua Shier could finish his words, Peng Jiahe turned around and was about to run.

He held the man back with amusement and anger: "Have you ever seen someone robbed someone with a silver needle? I'm just trying to cure your grandma's Alzheimer's disease for you!"

The acupuncture process for Grandma Peng went smoothly. He also received two phone calls in the middle. One was from Gu Jia who called to thank him for lending her money and invited him to dinner. The other was from Wang Yongzheng's parents who said they were waiting for him to return to Jiang's house to meet and negotiate the issue of compensation.

Hua Shier agreed to Gu Jia. As for Wang Yongzheng's parents, if they are willing to wait, let them wait.

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