Courtyard House: Inheriting the Restaurant, the Jia Family Wants to Get It for Free

Sun Dali slowly woke up, thought of her husband, and rushed to the hospital.

Yang Xiulian and other middle-aged women followed curiously, ready to watch the drama unfold!

When Sun Dali arrived at the hospital, she saw her eldest son in the emergency room. She grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "Guangqi! Where's your dad? How is he?"

Liu Guangqi's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

"Mom, you have to hang in there. The doctor said that Old Liu... his two legs and two arms are... broken, the bones are shattered."

"The person is not in any immediate danger, but recovery may take several years, and they may not be able to do much work afterward."

Liu Guangqi's lips trembled as he said this.

That's too cruel!!!

He would never mess with Cheng Shuhai in his entire life.

"What?!"

Sun Dali was struck dumb, her vision went black, and she almost fainted again.

Yang Xiulian quickly helped her up, barely managing to support Sun Dali's body.

"Damn it! Who was this heartless bastard who could be so cruel?! This is going to kill our family!"

Sun Dali could no longer hold back and burst into tears. Her cries, piercing and desperate, echoed down the long hospital corridor, drawing the attention of passing patients and their families.

Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu also started crying, and the entire Liu family was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Xu Damao also came to watch the spectacle. He hid behind the crowd and watched the Liu family's miserable state with glee.

He even considered taking out some sunflower seeds to eat, but considering the inappropriate occasion, he forced himself to refrain.

"Serves him right! It's a miracle!" he thought gleefully. "Let that old bastard Liu Haizhong be arrogant for a while! Now he's crippled!"

Yan Bugui, meanwhile, calmly observed from the side, pondering another matter in his mind.

If Liu Haizhong is disabled, he will definitely lose his job at the steel rolling mill. However, his wife will most likely take over, but her salary will certainly not be as high.

A monthly salary of 500,000 yuan, gone just like that.

The Liu family has completely collapsed.

He figured that the Liu family had borrowed some odds and ends from his family before, and he should find an opportunity to get them back as soon as possible, lest things get complicated.

Liu Guangqi stood aside, watching his mother and younger brother crying and wailing, feeling a mix of emotions.

He was thinking about what would happen to his family in the future.

With her father gone, her mother had to take over his job.

Will the salary still be this high by then?

Just then, Zheng Chaoyang walked over with a young policeman.

Who are Liu Haizhong's family members?

Zheng Chaoyang asked.

"Officer, I am... I am his wife."

Sun Dali said, crying.

Zheng Chaoyang nodded, took out a small notebook, and began his routine questioning: "Comrade Sun Dali, please calm down and answer a few questions. Has your husband, Liu Haizhong, offended anyone recently?"

Sun Dali was completely bewildered, her mind a jumbled mess. She could only choke back tears and shake her head, saying, "I...I don't know...he's just an ordinary worker, what kind of person could he have offended..."

"Think about it again carefully," Zheng Chaoyang prompted. "For example, have you had any heated arguments with anyone, or have you had any conflicts of interest?"

Sun Dali tried hard to recall.

An argument? A conflict of interest?

She suddenly remembered that Liu Haizhong had spent a million to buy fake liquor, caused trouble at Cheng Shuhai's restaurant, and was subsequently beaten and paraded through the streets.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, grasping at a straw. "Officer! I remember now! My husband, Lao Liu, had a huge fight with Cheng Shuhai, the restaurant owner in our compound! Cheng Shuhai even had him beaten up!"

"Cheng Shuhai?"

Upon hearing this name, Zheng Chaoyang's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

He didn't think Shuhai had anything to do with this.

"Tell me the details of what happened."

Sun Dali dared not hide anything and tearfully recounted the whole story of Liu Haizhong's buying fake alcohol and causing trouble, embellishing the details and portraying her husband as an innocent victim while depicting Cheng Shuhai as a bully who abused his power.

Zheng Chaoyang listened while taking notes in his notebook, his face expressionless.

After Sun Dali finished speaking, he asked, "Besides Cheng Shuhai, is there anyone else?"

"And...and Director Zhou from the forging workshop in the steel rolling mill!"

Liu Guangqi, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up.

He felt that he couldn't point all the clues at Cheng Shuhai; that would be too obvious.

We must muddy the waters to exonerate Cheng Shuhai.

This was also part of his way of showing his loyalty to Cheng Shuhai.

Liu Guangqi was afraid that he would also be beaten by Cheng Shuhai and end up like his father.

"My dad really offended Director Zhou because of the fake alcohol he delivered."

"Director Zhou scolded him in front of the whole workshop, gave him a nickname, and said he would make him clean toilets for the rest of his life."

Liu Guangqi explained clearly and logically.

"Okay, we understand the situation."

"We will send people to the steel rolling mill to investigate. You family members should take good care of the patient first, and report any new clues to us immediately."

Zheng Chaoyang glanced at him and nodded.

After saying that, he closed his notebook, turned around, and left with his colleagues.

As they left the hospital, the young policeman couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zheng, do you think this was done by that Cheng Shuhai? The family says they have a lot of conflicts."

Zheng Chaoyang shook his head, then nodded.

"Impossible," he mused. "Someone like Liu Haizhong is foolish and loves to cause trouble; he must have offended more than just one or two people. That Director Zhou also had a motive. But Cheng Shuhai..."

Zheng Chaoyang didn't think he had anything to do with Cheng Shuhai.

He had a good feeling about the other person.

"So what's our next step?"

The police officer standing nearby then asked a question.

"We'll split into two groups," Zheng Chaoyang ordered. "You go to the steel rolling mill, find Director Zhou and Liu Haizhong's colleagues, and get some information. I'll go to the small restaurant now and ask Cheng Shuhai."