Siheyuan: Start with a big car

Although Yi Zhonghai appeared to be very regretful.

In fact, I didn't take it to heart.

After all, he was an eighth-level worker with a salary of more than 200 yuan a month. Even if he was fined yuan, it was nothing. As long as he could keep his job, it would be fine.

But when he got home and entered the house, he really started to get anxious. He first searched through boxes and drawers for money, hoping to find some savings to pay the fine. As a result, after a long time, he only found five yuan in change from the corner. Yi Zhonghai held the wrinkled five yuan, his eyes widened, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose.

He walked to the yard angrily, and seeing the old lady busying around, he asked angrily, "Old lady, where did all the money go? How come there is only this much left?"

After hearing this, the aunt was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of grievance on her face, put down the work in her hands, walked over and said helplessly: "Old Yi, you are still asking me, you have lent Qin Huairu a lot of money before, it is not a small amount.

Later, you got into that incident and were arrested. Your family spent a lot of money on building relationships and had no savings left. You are well aware of the family situation."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai frowned even more tightly, his face full of disbelief, and he snorted coldly, "Humph, the money I lent to Qin Huairu won't leave the family penniless, right? Besides, how much does it cost to manage relationships? It must be that you didn't manage the money well, and you're still making excuses here!"

When the aunt heard this, she felt so wronged that her eyes turned red. She said with a choked voice: "Old Yi, how can you say that to me? I am telling the truth. Household expenses and social interactions, which one doesn't cost money?

All these years you have only been thinking about helping others and not taking care of your own family. Now you blame me. Is my life easy?"

The auntie saved face for Yi Zhonghai. Yi Zhonghai doesn't often help others. He was just fooled by Qin Huairu and thought that Banggeng could provide for him in his old age, so he borrowed all the money.

When Yi Zhonghai first realized that his family had no money, he was not too anxious. After all, he was an eighth-level fitter and a well-known figure in the factory. He had trained many apprentices.

These apprentices are doing well now. They have all become senior workers and receive high salaries every month. It should not be difficult to borrow some money from them to pay the fine, Yi Zhonghai thought to himself.

So, the next morning, when it was still dark, Yi Zhonghai came to the workshop early.

He walked around the workshop and soon found Zhang Hongming, a sixth-level fitter who was concentrating on his work. Zhang Hongming was his apprentice, and Yi Zhonghai thought that if he asked him to borrow money, he would at least give him some face.

Yi Zhonghai walked forward, patted Zhang Hongming's shoulder gently, and said, "Hongming, stop for a moment. The master has something to tell you."

Zhang Hongming stopped the work in his hands and followed Yi Zhonghai to a corner of the workshop with a puzzled look on his face.

Yi Zhonghai didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "Hongming, Master has encountered some difficulties recently and is a little short of money. I want to borrow some money from you to deal with the emergency. What do you think?"

When Zhang Hongming heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He actually had some savings, but he had his own little plans in mind.

He thought that Yi Zhonghai had become a temporary worker now, and it was unclear whether he could pay back the money in the future. Moreover, it was easy to lend the money but difficult to get it back.

So, he hesitated for a moment, and then said to Yi Zhonghai, "Master, you also know the situation of my family. I have old people and young children to take care of. I earn a little money every month, and after deducting expenses, there is not much left. I really don't have money to lend you. Please look for someone else."

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, his eyes widened. He never thought that his disciple, who treated him well on weekdays, would actually refuse to lend him money. And looking at Zhang Hongming's expression, it was obvious that he was lying.

Yi Zhonghai's anger suddenly rose up, his face became very ugly, and he shouted angrily: "Zhang Hongming, stop lying to me! I don't know you, you are now a level 6 fitter, your salary is not low, how can you be poor?

You clearly don't want to lend it to me. I taught you the craft with so much effort back then, and this is how you repay your master?"

Zhang Hongming originally thought that it was better to have less trouble than more, and was unwilling to compete with Yi Zhonghai here, but when he heard what Yi Zhonghai said, the feeling of aggrieved in his heart suddenly surged up.

He snorted coldly and retorted bluntly: "Humph, Yi Zhonghai, you still have the nerve to say that! When I worshipped you as my master, I gave you a lot of gifts. During every festival, I always sent you good wine and cigarettes.

"As a result, you took my stuff but didn't really teach me much. Most of my skills were learned by myself. If I hadn't worked hard, I wouldn't have reached the level of a sixth-level fitter today. You have the nerve to blame me now. You are really shameless!"

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, he suddenly felt his blood rushing up, his head buzzing, and he was shaking with anger.

He never thought that his disciple would slander him like this, and he flew into a rage, shouting at the top of his voice: "Zhang Hongming, you little bastard, how dare you say that I didn't teach you the skills? You are betraying your master and ancestors!

I, Yi Zhonghai, have been a fitter in this factory for many years. Which of my apprentices doesn't respect me? But you, you have grown wings and learned to confuse right and wrong, right? You are so heartless, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Yi Zhonghai's shout echoed in the workshop, instantly attracting many workers who were working.

Everyone put down their work and gathered around, curious to see what the master and apprentice were arguing about.
For a moment, this corner of the workshop was crowded with people, and everyone was whispering and talking.

"Hey, the relationship between the master and the disciple seems to be fine usually, what happened today?"

"From what I hear, it seems like there's a fallout over the loan. Things are getting a bit tense."

"Tsk tsk, no matter what the reason is, it's so ugly to quarrel in front of each other. How are we going to get along with each other in the future?"

Yi Zhonghai saw more and more people gathered around him, and a flash of embarrassment flashed across his face, but it was soon replaced by anger. He pointed at Zhang Hongming and loudly accused him: "Everyone, please judge for yourself. I, Yi Zhonghai, am his master after all, and I have been doing my best for him on a daily basis.

Now I'm in trouble and I asked him to help me borrow some money, but he didn't help me even though he had money. How can a disciple be like this? Doesn't he understand the most basic principle of respecting teachers?"

Yi Zhonghai thought that after he said this, the workers around him would say a few fair words to him and help him vent his anger.

But unexpectedly, the workers were very clear about Yi Zhonghai's daily behavior.

Someone couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "Hmph, Yi Zhonghai still has the nerve to say that. In the past, he bullied his apprentices a lot. He accepted their gifts but hid their skills and refused to teach them well. This has happened more than once." As soon as this word spread, many people immediately followed suit.

"That's right. Everyone knows his deeds. He thinks he is great because he is an eighth-level fitter. His apprentices have suffered a lot of injustice under his hands."

"Well, now he's getting his comeuppance. His apprentice didn't lend him money, so it's all his fault. Now he comes here to act pitiful."

Although everyone's voices were not loud, they were loud enough for Yi Zhonghai to hear clearly.

His face turned red and white, and his expression was extremely ugly. He felt ashamed and annoyed, but didn't know how to refute.

After all, what everyone said was true, and his past behavior was indeed not very authentic.

Yi Zhonghai opened his mouth and wanted to say something in defense, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he lacked the confidence. He could only stiffen his neck and shout at the workers: "You...what do you know! Don't meddle in this. The matter between me and my apprentice should be resolved by ourselves."

Zhang Hongming listened to his co-workers and felt more confident. He snorted coldly and said to Yi Zhonghai, "Master, you've heard what everyone said. Don't you have any idea of ​​what you did? Now you blame me. You're really interesting."

Yi Zhonghai was so angry at Zhang Hongming's words that he almost fainted. However, facing the accusations and ridicules from so many co-workers, he could only stare blankly.

The scene was so embarrassing that he secretly regretted that he should not have come to Zhang Hongming to borrow money today. Now all his past was exposed. How could he hold his head up in the factory in the future?

At this awkward moment when the master and apprentice were in a stalemate and the workers around them were talking about it, the workshop director heard the noise and rushed over. He frowned, looked a little unhappy, and raised his voice and said loudly: "What are you all doing here? You don't have to work, right? Everyone, go back to your posts and don't delay production here!"

When the workers heard the workshop director's words, they dared not stay any longer and turned around and walked towards their respective work stations.

This corner, which was bustling and noisy just now, soon returned to calm, with only Yi Zhonghai, Zhang Hongming and the workshop director standing there.

When Yi Zhonghai saw this situation, he thought to himself that since his apprentice was unwilling to lend him money, he had some friendship with the workshop director, so he could ask him for help, and maybe he could raise the money.

So, Yi Zhonghai walked towards the workshop director with a thick skin, forcing a smile on his face, and said, "Director, I have something urgent here and I need your help."

When the workshop director saw Yi Zhonghai's expression, he understood what was going on. He knew that he must be here to borrow money again, so he refused without hesitation: "Old Yi, don't say anything. I know what you want to say. I don't have any money to lend you. You also know that the expenses in the workshop are huge. After deducting various expenses, there is not much left from my monthly salary. You should find another way."

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, he immediately wilted like an eggplant hit by frost, with helplessness and frustration on his face.

He knew in his heart that the workshop director's words were so decisive and he really had no intention of helping him. It seemed that he could not borrow the money today.

He sighed, hung his head, and muttered quietly: "Oh, what can I do? If I can't pay the fine, my job will be in jeopardy."

However, even though he complained, Yi Zhonghai knew that it was useless to continue to dwell on it.

He could only turn around helplessly and walk towards his workstation, ready to start working, but he was still wondering how he was going to get the money to pay the fine. He was so worried that his brows were almost twisted into a knot.

Yi Zhonghai used to be often asked by Qin Huairu to borrow money, but he never thought that this day would come.

He felt a wave of sadness in his heart.

However, Yi Zhonghai put the blame on Li Weidong. If it weren't for Li Weidong, he would still be a big boss, an eighth-level worker.

"Damn you Li Weidong, I will never let you go."

After get off work, Yi Zhonghai was walking home, still worried about borrowing money. He glanced forward and suddenly saw Liu Haizhong walking not far ahead. Yi Zhonghai's eyes lit up.

So Yi Zhonghai hurriedly ran a few steps and caught up with Liu Haizhong, with a flattering smile on his face, and said: "Old Liu, I finally met you. I have something urgent to do and I want to ask you for help."

Liu Haizhong turned around and saw that it was Yi Zhonghai. He complained unhappily, "Old Yi, what's the emergency? I'm not having a good time these days either. Don't come and make things more difficult for me."

Liu Haizhong has been living a very tight life recently because of Li Weidong's matter, and he is very angry.

Yi Zhonghai was a little unhappy when he heard this, but he still said patiently: "Lao Liu, what you said is true. We have been friends for so many years. I really encountered difficulties and wanted to borrow some money from you to deal with the emergency. Please help me this time."

Liu Haizhong frowned and looked Yi Zhonghai up and down, thinking to himself, Yi Zhonghai is usually a very smart guy, who knows what he wants to do with the money.

However, he rolled his eyes and gave Yi Zhonghai a malicious idea, pouting and saying, "Old Yi, if you want to borrow money, it's useless to ask me, have you forgotten Qin Huairu?

She has borrowed money from you many times before, it is time for her to pay you back, why are you making things difficult for me instead of going to her? "

Yi Zhonghai was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought about this before. After Liu Haizhong's reminder, he felt that this was the truth.

He hurried back to the compound. As soon as he entered the compound, he went straight to the Jia family, thinking to himself, no matter what, he would try to get the money back first.

When he arrived at the door of the Jia family, Yi Zhonghai didn't even bother to knock, he just pushed the door open and walked in.

At this time, Qin Huairu was busy cooking in the house. When she heard the noise, she turned around and saw that it was Yi Zhonghai. The smile on her face disappeared instantly, and she asked unhappily, "Hey, Uncle Yi, why are you rushing over here?" (End of this chapter)