Siheyuan: Start with a big car

Banggeng has been having a particularly hard time recently, not for any other reason but because he has been targeted by Yan Jiecheng.

Ever since Banggeng caused trouble for Yan Jiecheng twice because he was fired from the sawmill, Yan Jiecheng has been like a wild dog and will beat up Banggeng whenever he meets him.

Especially Yan Jiecheng and Zhong Yuemin, his friend who was born in a big courtyard, made Bang Geng unable to cope with it.

Early in the morning that day, Banggeng was thinking about going out to play, thinking that as long as he could avoid Yan Jiecheng, he would be able to have some peace and quiet.

But Qin Huairu felt that it was not a good idea for Banggeng to go on like this all day, so she stopped him and advised him, "Banggeng, don't go out. You just run around all day and don't think about finding something serious to do."

Bang Geng was unhappy when he heard this, and responded impatiently: "Mom, I'm not a child anymore, please don't always control me.

If it weren't for Yan Jiecheng's trickery last time, I would have been a worker long ago, and I wouldn't be in this situation now."

Qin Huairu still refused to give in and insisted, "No, you should stay at home today and think about what to do in the future."

Just when the mother and son were at a stalemate, Jia Zhang came out of the house with her bound feet, looking very angry.

She pointed at Qin Huairu's nose and shouted angrily, "Qin Huairu, what do you know? Banggeng is a man who can do great things. How can he be confined at home by you every day? If he wants to go out, let him go out. Don't talk nonsense here."

When Qin Huairu saw Jia Zhang come forward, she felt a headache.

This old woman, as Banggeng's grandmother, doted on him without any principles. Whenever Banggeng got into trouble or did not do his job properly, Jia Zhang was always the first to jump out to protect him.

How good it would have been if I had listened to Brother Weidong earlier. I regret it so much!
Qin Huairu looked at Jia Zhang helplessly, and said with the best of patience: "Mom, please stop protecting Bang Geng. He's grown up, you can't let him do whatever he wants. You'll only hurt him."

When Jia Zhang heard this, her eyes widened and she immediately flew into a rage. She almost poked her finger at Qin Huairu's face and shouted angrily, "What did you say? You are such a heartless thing, and you dare to say that I am protecting Bang Geng? I think you are just unfilial and are deliberately targeting Bang Geng. Bang Geng is my grandson, who else should I protect if I don't protect him!"

After saying that, Jia Zhang turned around and ran to the door like a shrew, shouting at the top of her voice as she ran: "Everyone, come and judge, my daughter-in-law is unfilial and bullies me, an old woman, and my grandson!"

Qin Huairu was startled by this sudden action. She was anxious and angry, afraid that the neighbors would hear and laugh at her. She rushed over and stretched out her hand to hold Jia Zhang's arm tightly, begging in a low voice: "Mom, please stop shouting. Isn't it okay to admit my fault? Please come in quickly."

Just as the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were arguing, Banggeng was secretly happy, thinking that the opportunity had come.

He crouched down and tiptoed away.

After Banggeng sneaked out of the house, he was in a particularly good mood. He hummed a tuneless little tune and staggered towards Chaoyang Park.

Chaoyang Park was bustling at this time, with many young people gathering together.

When Banggeng saw this scene, he immediately became interested and walked straight towards the crowd, wanting to join in the fun.

He approached a group of young people who were playing poker with a big smile on his face and said, "Hey, guys, take me with you, I want to play too."

However, the group of young people looked up at him with disdain in their eyes. One of the young men with dyed yellow hair snorted coldly and said, "Who are you? We don't play with people we don't know. Go away."

The smile on Banggeng's face froze instantly, and he stood there awkwardly, but he still didn't give up. He walked over to another group of people who were playing badminton and said flatteringly, "Girls, can you let me play for a while? I'm pretty good at it."

A girl with a ponytail frowned and said bluntly: "Sorry, we are having a good time by ourselves, we don't need outsiders."

Just kidding, Banggeng looks like a kind of unscrupulous gangster, who would want to play with him?

Banggeng was repeatedly rejected and was extremely angry, but he could only stand by.

At this time, Zhou Changli, a cigarette in his mouth, walked over slowly with a slightly ruffian pace.

Those young people who had been indifferent to Bang Geng immediately put on a flattering smile when they saw him, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Asshole brother!"

Zhou Changli nodded slightly as a response, exhaled a smoke ring, and casually swept his eyes through the crowd, which fell on Bang Geng.

He looked Bang Geng up and down, and couldn't help but find it amusing to see that the boy looked unwilling and somewhat embarrassed.

"Who is this?" Zhou Changli raised his chin towards the person next to him, indicating to inquire about Banggeng's identity.

A tall and thin man came over and whispered, "Asshole brother, we don't know this guy. He insisted on joining us to play. We didn't bring him."

Bang Geng was furious when he heard this and couldn't help but ask, "Why, you guys can play but I can't?"

Zhou Changli looked at Banggeng's appearance, but instead of getting angry, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth.

He looked at Banggeng with interest and asked, "Where are you from, kid?"

Bang Geng stuck out his neck and shouted, "I'm from the Siheyuan! What's the matter?"

When Zhou Changli heard the word "Siheyuan", he immediately became alert, and a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes. He leaned forward and asked, "Siheyuan? Do you know Li Weidong?"

Bang Geng looked at Zhou Changli with some confusion, not understanding why he suddenly asked about Li Weidong, but he still answered truthfully: "I know him, he is my neighbor. What's going on? Do you have something to talk to him about?"

Zhou Changli was delighted, realizing that this great guy in front of him might be the key to helping him understand Li Weidong's whereabouts.

He put his arm around Bang Geng's shoulders, pulled him aside, and said mysteriously, "Boy, let me introduce myself to you. I'm Little Bastard."

"Little bastard?!" When Bang Geng heard this name, his eyes widened instantly, and his face was full of disbelief.
Then, his voice trembled with excitement, "You...you are really a little bastard? I always heard people talking about you when I was a child. You were my idol!"

When Banggeng was a child, the "heroic deeds" of the little bastard were spread all over the alley, and Banggeng had long admired him.

Zhou Changli smiled proudly, patted Banggeng on the shoulder, and said, "Haha, didn't expect that? Then I have something to tell you, you have to help me.

I want to know more about Li Weidong. Can you tell me what he usually does and where he often goes? "

"No... No way, you bastard brother, Li Weidong is not a pushover. If I tell you, he will definitely come after me."

Zhou Changli saw Banggeng's concerns, smiled disapprovingly, put his hand on Banggeng's shoulder, squeezed it hard, and said, "Hey, kid, don't be afraid. As long as you help me, I will take care of you in the future. As long as I'm here, no one dares to touch you." Banggeng was still a little skeptical after hearing this.

He looked at Zhou Changli. Although the other party had a good reputation, he still didn't quite believe that he could always protect him in the future.

However, Banggeng suddenly had an idea. He realized that he also had a request for the "idol" in front of him.

Bang Geng gritted his teeth, looked at Zhou Changli and said, "Brother Bastard, it's okay for me to help you. But you have to do me a favor first and help me deal with that kid Yan Jiecheng.

He has been bullying me recently, and I just can't stand it. If you can help me get rid of this anger, I will tell you everything I know about Li Weidong. "

Zhou Changli raised his eyebrows. He really had no impression of the name Yan Jiecheng.

However, after being in the capital for so long, he was confident that there was no one he could not deal with.

Just kidding, Zhou Changli was a man who dared to block the gate of the compound alone.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of unruly smile, and he said nonchalantly: "Yan Jiecheng? I haven't heard of it. But since you asked, brother will agree to it.

It's just a matter of cleaning up a person, a piece of cake. Can you tell me who Yan Jiecheng is and where he usually moves around?"

Bang Geng was delighted to see Zhou Changli agree so readily.
He said hurriedly, "Brother Bastard, this Yan Jiecheng is not a powerful person. He is just so arrogant because he relies on his friend Zhong Yuemin, who is a child of a wealthy family. He usually likes to hang out in Liulichang, trying to buy antiques and find bargains."

Zhou Changli nodded, flicked the ash off his cigarette, and said, "Okay, I get it. Just wait for me to vent your anger. When I deal with Yan Jiecheng, you have to tell me everything about Li Weidong."

Bang Geng nodded quickly, "Of course, bastard brother. As long as you help me vent my anger, I will tell you everything about Li Weidong."

Zhou Changli was thinking about the one thousand yuan from Li Yuanchao, and was thinking about dealing with Yan Jiecheng as soon as possible and asking Banggeng about Li Weidong so that he could complete the task and get the money.

Therefore, he lost interest in continuing to play in the park. He waved his hand and walked straight towards Liulichang with his stick.

Soon, the two arrived at Liulichang, which was bustling with people bargaining and various stalls filled with a wide variety of antiques.

Bang Geng had sharp eyes and immediately spotted Yan Jiecheng who was patrolling the stall.

Yan Jiecheng was seen with a frown on his face, his eyes fixed on the items on the stall, and he was mumbling something from time to time.

He was very short of money recently and was hoping to make a fortune by picking up a bargain in Liulichang, but he knew nothing about antiques.

Over the past few days, not only did I not make any money, but I lost a lot.

At this moment, Yan Jiecheng set his eyes on an antique vase.

This vase looks quite old, with exquisite patterns painted on the body.

Yan Jiecheng pretended to be an expert. He picked up the vase, looked at it from left to right, and then said to the stall owner with a confident look: "Boss, this vase of yours is not good. It is obviously a fake. With this kind of workmanship, it is only worth 50 cents. I see it's not easy for you. I'll take the 50 cents."

When the stall owner heard this, his expression changed immediately and he said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense, young man. My vase is an authentic old item. If you really want it, give me a real price and don't make trouble here."

Yan Jiecheng did not give up and continued to deceive: "Boss, don't fool me. I have been in this Liulichang for quite a while, and I can still tell the real from the fake.

Look at the pattern and texture, how can it be real? Fifty cents, no more."

The stall owner knew what Yan Jiecheng was doing, and he immediately got angry and yelled at him, "Get out of here! If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense here and delay my business."

Yan Jiecheng felt a little embarrassed after being scolded by the stall owner. He stood up cursing and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, he turned around in a hurry and bumped into Zhou Changli who was walking towards him. With a crisp "clang", a vase that Zhou Changli was holding fell to the ground and shattered instantly.

Zhou Changli was stunned at first, then his face darkened, he grabbed Yan Jiecheng by the collar and shouted angrily: "How the hell are you walking! Do you know how valuable this vase is?
This is the Ming Dynasty vase I just bought for 200 yuan! "When the people around heard the noise, they gathered around and pointed.

Yan Jiecheng was startled by this sudden change, but he quickly realized that Zhou Changli was blackmailing him, and he shouted back, "Stop blackmailing me!

What Ming Dynasty vase? I think it's just a piece of junk. Who knows if you deliberately used a worthless thing to trick me."

Zhou Changli sneered and said, "Oh, you are still stubborn.

This vase was just bought from the old craftsman over there, and everyone present can testify to that. You broke my treasure, and if you don't pay for it today, you can't leave!"

After that, he winked at Bang Geng, who immediately understood what he meant: "That's right, you broke Brother Bastard's vase, so you have to pay for it. It's an antique, two hundred dollars is a bargain for you!"

Most of the onlookers were confused as to what was going on, and some began to murmur, not knowing who to trust.

When Yan Jiecheng saw Bang Geng standing by and helping out, he suddenly understood what was going on and immediately realized that this was a trap set for him by Bang Geng and the man in front of him.

He was so angry that his face turned red, his eyes were wide open, and he pointed at Banggeng and cursed: "You Banggeng, you dare to plot against me! You little bastard, say it again if you have the guts!"

Bang Geng saw that Yan Jiecheng had seen through his plan, but he showed no fear. Instead, he raised his head triumphantly and said loudly, "I say, Yan Jiecheng, if you kneel down and call me grandpa today, I will spare you. Otherwise, you will have to pay every penny of the money for this vase to this bastard brother!"

Zhou Changli folded his arms and sneered as he agreed, "Yes, kid, hurry up and do it, or you'll be in trouble today. Do you think you can get away with these two hundred dollars?"

Yan Jiecheng realized at this time that he was in an embarrassing situation.

The vase was smashed to pieces and it was impossible to tell whether it was from the Ming Dynasty. If I didn't pay the little bastard money, I would probably have a hard time getting away.

But if he had two hundred dollars on him, why would he resell antiques?

…(End of chapter)