In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 79 The White Jade Guanyin Returns Home, Second Uncle Visits
Yu Dawei put all 18,000 yuan on the kang (a heated brick bed), and the other side currently has a total of more than 20,200 yuan. They are short of money, and the situation is not optimistic.

Those around him noticed that Yu Dawei's expression was not good, and they generally guessed that this was all the wealth he had.

The outsiders in the village began to look at him with disdain, thinking to themselves, "They're nothing special."

Wang Lao Er, lying on the kang (heated brick bed), felt somewhat helpless. It seemed that this was the only way in the end, and he even felt a little unsatisfied.

Yu Quan, sitting in the chair, glanced at Yu Dawei with a calm expression, while San Quezi, sitting next to him, couldn't help but sigh upon seeing this.

Everyone in the village said that Yu Dawei had changed, and he was quite happy about it. Now that he saw that the other party could come up with so much money at once, he was naturally very happy as an elder of the Yu family. However, the only drawback was that things didn't go as planned.

This incident involving the theft of the white jade Guanyin statue is probably over.

"Alright, little brother, you're not bad, managing to come up with so much money all at once. But compared to your brother Qian, you're still a bit lacking." Fatty Qian felt confident and turned around to sit on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) to boast, "I'm not bragging, but the amount of money I brought this time is the least. I usually bring 100,000 or 200,000, and even 500,000. I'm here to do big things, so don't try to show off in front of me."

Fatty Qian patted Yu Dawei on the shoulder, took a puff of his cigarette, and turned to carry the white jade Guanyin away.

If this stuff were sold, it wouldn't just be a matter of ten or twenty thousand, haha, such immense wealth!
"Wait." Just then, a very gentle girl's voice came from the outer room.

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw a woman dressed simply but with an exceptionally beautiful face. Some of the young men in the village, after glancing at the girl's stunning face and figure, were filled with longing and jealousy.

Han Jingfan was a woman who rarely left her home in the village. When Yu Dawei first married her, rumors circulated in the village that Han Jingfan had personality problems, and the older wives of the Yu family of the same generation were unwilling to associate with her.

However, Han Jingfan seemed quite used to this feeling of solitude, and even enjoyed this unparalleled tranquility.

It's probably related to some of my past experiences.

Conversely, facing so many people in the surrounding rooms, with countless eyes staring at her, Han Jingfan instantly felt short of breath. Suppressing her discomfort, she quickly walked up to Yu Dawei.

Yu Dawei also noticed Han Jingfan's unusual behavior and took a few steps forward to greet his wife: "Why are you here?"

"I heard about it in our yard, so I came here." Han Jingfan glanced at Yu Dawei, then took out a red cloth bundle from her pocket. Inside was a thin stack of banknotes: "This is the money you gave me before, a total of three thousand, plus three hundred yuan, which is what I earned recently from selling chicken feathers, duck feathers, and some dried goods. Here, take it all."

Yu Dawei felt a warmth in his heart and wished he could hug his beautiful wife right now: "Thank you."

Han Jingfan shook her head, stuffed the money into Yu Dawei's arms, and then felt increasingly uncomfortable being stared at by everyone. She subconsciously hid behind Yu Dawei, her small hands tightly gripping the back of his clothes.

She had been thinking that the illness was over, since she was getting along well with her in-laws and younger sister. But now that damn feeling was back.

Yu Dawei reached out and grasped Han Jingfan's cold little hand, whispering in her ear, "Don't be afraid, your husband is here."

"Mmm." Han Jingfan's mosquito-like voice came from beside Yu Dawei.

On the other hand, when Fatty Qian saw that Yu Dawei had become rich again, he knew that such immense wealth was out of his reach and had no chance.

However, this wasn't the first time he'd experienced something like this. There are countless good things in the world, but whether they're yours ultimately depends on the "source."

Today I was truly ripped off by a sparrow, so I had no choice but to pick up my suitcase and leave, accepting my fate.

Leaving quietly now will at least save face, and if I really run into this guy surnamed Yu again, I'll at least save face.

"Boss Qian, thank you sincerely for your concession." Yu Dawei placed the stack of money Han Jingfan had given him on top of his own stack, then looked at Wang Lao Er: "Brother Wang, it's 21,300 in total. I'll take the white jade Guanyin back to the Yu family."

Wang Lao Er was extremely conflicted. He wasn't satisfied yet; he felt the price of the white jade Guanyin could rise even further. He looked at Fatty Qian, wanting to provoke him further: "Boss Qian, you're a big boss, it's not appropriate to spend so little money. You're dressed well, how come your strength is still inferior to the people in our village?"

People around him cast disdainful glances at the antique dealer, and some even couldn't help but chuckle.

"How interesting, you guys are really frogs in a well." Fatty Qian picked up the money from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) while tidying up the old items in the black leather trunk on the ground. "If I don't broaden your horizons today, do you really think I, Fatty Qian, am just a con artist who makes a living by deceiving people?"

Fatty Qian opened the hidden compartment of the black box. Normally, the contents of the bottom layer were not meant to be seen by anyone, but today he felt he had lost face big time.

This tiny, run-down place is looked down upon by a bunch of bumpkins; it's like being covered in shit.

Lao Tzu didn't bring enough money, not that he didn't have any!

Opening the compartment, Fatty Qian smiled smugly and picked up a scroll: "Look at this, calligraphy and painting from the Northern Song Dynasty!"

"This! A scimitar from the Jin Dynasty! And this, don't let its small size fool you, nothing in here is as valuable as it, half a tiger tally from the Qin Dynasty! I bought this at a high price! Each one is a rare treasure!"

Fatty Qian looked at everyone arrogantly: "With this stuff, you could just sell it anywhere and be set for life. A bunch of country bumpkins, this is called 'hidden talent,' you don't know a thing or two!"

To be honest, even though Yu Dawei was standing right next to the suitcase, he was still quite shocked by the good stuff that Boss Qian had hidden.

This is just too damn shady.

However, Yu Dawei was in no mood to look any further. He turned around and was about to leave with the white jade Guanyin. Xiao Fan wasn't feeling well, so he should hurry up and take his wife home.

"Wait, Dawei, you...you can't take it away!" Seeing Yu Dawei about to take the white jade Guanyin, Wang Lao Er hurriedly stepped in to stop him. "Although you've offered this price, I didn't say I'd definitely sell it to you for this price. Thirty thousand, thirty thousand yuan! You can't just take it if I leave it here!"

Wang Lao Er's thinking was simple: Yu Dawei must be rich now. If he could take out more than 20,000 yuan, he could take more. If all else failed, there was always his father, Yu Laonian.

Yu Da's family can definitely afford to pay 30,000 yuan!
At this moment, Wang Lao Er was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), his hands protecting the white jade Guanyin, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Yu Dawei, as if he were looking at the God of Wealth.

Yu Dawei's expression gradually turned cold. Everyone else in the village, whether they were from outside the village or were surnamed Yu, looked at Wang Lao Er with some hostility. "Wang Er Gouzi, I advise you not to be ungrateful. In the end, this thing originally belonged to Yu Lao Jiu." San Quezi jumped up from the stool and limped to the edge of the kang.

Yu Quan also stood up from his chair, his eyes sharp as knives. He glanced at the white jade Guanyin, then at Wang Lao Er, considering whether to take the white jade Guanyin directly.

They've spoiled the Wang family way too much over the years, partly because of Thirteen Sister, and partly because they were a widow and orphan who had a hard life back then. If it were him in his younger days, he wouldn't be so calm and collected; he would have whipped that scum to death long ago.

Fatty Qian stood aside watching the show, pleased to see that no one could buy the white jade Guanyin statue, thinking that he might have a chance to buy it later.

"Er Gouzi, take the money, and give the stuff to Dawei." Yu Quan stood in front of Wang Lao Er, leaning on his cane, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. "Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences."

"Why! Why!!!" Wang Lao Er roared on the kang (a heated brick bed) with bloodshot eyes, clutching the white jade Guanyin statue. "It's mine, and I can sell it for whatever price I want. None of you can interfere!"

Yu Quan stood still with his eyes slightly narrowed. The three cripples and the elders of the Yu family, as if they had received a signal, all stared at Wang Lao Er. As long as their eldest brother gave the order, they would not hesitate for a second and would rush forward.

They are old, but they still have some strength left; it's not like they can't lift a knife anymore.

Apart from a few younger siblings, the remaining older brothers at the front all had killed a few Japanese soldiers.

Wang Lao Er felt the unfriendly gazes of the old men, and his whole body stiffened and felt cold, like a rabbit seeing a falcon.

This look in his eyes was completely different from when Yu Laonian came many years ago; he felt like prey being watched.

The anger in his heart subsided by more than half in an instant.

"Er Gouza!" A shout came from the outer room, followed by an old woman with a full head of white hair, holding a wooden board, who slapped Wang Lao Er hard across the face: "You've really gone too far! Daring to talk back to your uncle! Kneel down!"

“Mom…” Wang Lao Er was already over forty years old, but his fear of his mother had never changed. He knelt down on the kang with a “plop.”

"You're just like your father, greedy for money and unrestrained! If your father hadn't been blinded by greed, he would have died out there! It's true that greed is insatiable!" Although the old lady had a full head of white hair and was thin and short, her domineering aura made the onlookers subconsciously step back and dare not make a move.

This seemingly strong man turned around and knelt down before Yu Quan with a "plop": "Brother, the child is just being silly, please don't take it to heart."

All the elders in the Yu family had seen Yu Quan, the eldest son of the Yu family, when they were young!
Back then, he led a group of brothers and killed the Japanese so badly that they dared not approach Yujiatun for eighteen miles, making the Japanese tremble with fear! In the end, if it weren't for the sake of the old people and children of the Yu family being able to live, how could he have become the warden for the Japanese?

After becoming the warden, he secretly saved many people. In his youth, his elder brother was a ruthless killer, and he was willing to give up all his reputation for the sake of the Yu family, just to exchange for a peaceful life in a chaotic world.

How could someone like that possibly stand by and watch the Yu family members be bullied, or care about the life or death of someone from another family?

As the saying goes, a daughter is like water that has been poured out and then married off. Although she married into the family when she was young, the children she gave birth to still bore the surname Wang.

She had known her older brother's temper since she was a child; he didn't get angry easily.

This kneeling gesture completely exhausted the blood ties and kinship within the Yu family.

Yu Quan didn't speak, but just stared coldly at Thirteen Sister. Some emotions are hard to control, let alone the killing intent that had been cultivated over many years.

Everyone around felt that something was wrong, especially when they saw the usually easygoing Grandpa Yu Quan looking at them like they were looking at a corpse. Everyone couldn't help but shudder, and it seemed as if the temperature in the room had dropped significantly.

"Grandpa, I was wrong, Mom, I was wrong." Only then did Wang Lao Er realize the seriousness of the problem. Trembling, he pushed the white jade Guanyin from the kang (a heated brick bed) in front of Yu Dawei. "Dawei, the item, the item is returned to its rightful owner."

At this moment, Yu Dawei's left arm was pressed against Grandpa Yu Quan's side, and he felt it most strongly—a feeling of natural antagonism, as if facing Grandpa Yu Quan was like facing a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain. (Author's note: Yu Dawei calls Grandpa Yu Quan mainly because he has an uncle in his family, and this is a common way of addressing people in villages with the same surname for easy distinction.)
He quietly picked up the white jade Guanyin with a red cloth, held it in his hands, and secretly glanced at Grandpa Yu Quan next to him, his eyes filled with curiosity and surprise.

"Thirteenth Sister, get up." Yu Quan slowly closed his eyes. "With the Wang family's situation, this money is enough to buy a house in the city. Don't come back to Yujiatun anymore."

"Okay, okay." The white-haired old lady stood up and looked gratefully at her eldest brother, Yu Quan, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Ergouzi's wife, who was standing next to him, was already terrified. Her right hand was trembling uncontrollably. For a moment, she thought that the old monsters of the Yu family were about to suddenly attack and kill people.

She had heard her mother-in-law talk a lot about what Uncle Yu Quan was like when he was young.

"Ahem, I think there's nothing more for me to do. Sorry for bothering you all, I'll be leaving now." Fatty Qian had just been frightened by this old man who was almost buried in the ground.

He was also very close to the old man, a feeling he had experienced with some veterans in villages before—a murderous aura that was impossible to suppress when the old man was in a bad mood.

This old man probably killed quite a few people when he was young.

Fatty Qian made up his mind that if he ever came to Northeast China again, he would have to keep a low profile and never come to Yujiatun again. It was too damn scary; he almost peed his pants just now.

"It seems you can't leave." Another unfamiliar voice came from the outer room to everyone inside.

Fatty Qian was taken aback. When he saw two men in their thirties walk into the inner room, he didn't dare to act rashly and hurriedly turned to look at Yu Quan: "Old man, are they also from your village?"

“I don’t know him, he’s from out of town.” Yu Quan glanced at him and then lost interest.

Fatty Qian's confidence soared, and he pointed at the two men, yelling, "Get out of here! Where did these traitors come from? Do you know whose Santana is parked outside? It's mine! I don't care who invited you here, you're asking me for back this old antique. Let me tell you, no way! Get the hell out of here!"

Fatty Qian could roughly guess that the other party had come looking for him. After all, the other party had clearly blocked him from leaving, and was probably one of the villagers he had tricked. They had changed their minds after he left and were now looking for something back.

He'd seen this kind of thing many times before and was used to it.

(End of this chapter)