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

All eyes in the courtyard were on Cheng Shuhai and Yi Zhonghai.

Everyone was itching with curiosity, wondering just how much blood Yi Zhonghai was prepared to shed to quell the matter.

Qin Huairu and Tan Zhaodi also watched nervously, placing all their hopes on Cheng Shuhai.

When Yi Zhonghai walked up to Cheng Shuhai, the fake smile on his face could no longer be maintained, leaving only anxiety and heartache.

He knew that without significant bleeding today, he would absolutely not survive this ordeal.

He glanced at his neighbor, who was listening intently, and lowered his voice, almost whispering, "Shuhai, we're neighbors in the same courtyard, we see each other all the time, there's no need to go to such extremes, is there?"

Cheng Shuhai looked at him without saying a word, just watching quietly with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He wanted to see what kind of nonsense this hypocrite could spout.

Seeing that Cheng Shuhai remained silent, Yi Zhonghai became even more anxious. He gritted his teeth, held up two fingers, and gestured in front of Cheng Shuhai.

"Shuhai, how about this? I... I apologize to you on behalf of Dongxu."

"He was in the wrong, he's a bastard! I'll give you this amount, two million!"

"How about this? You talk to the police and we'll just let this matter drop, okay?"

Yi Zhonghai felt a pang of heartache.

Two million!

Although Yi Zhonghai kept his voice very low, Yan Bugui, who was nearby, still heard him.

He gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

My goodness! Two million! That's no small sum! As a teacher, his monthly salary is only 270,000. It would take him more than half a year of not eating or drinking to earn two million!

That old fellow Yi Zhonghai is really willing to go to great lengths for his precious apprentice!

Yan Bugui felt a mix of envy and jealousy. His eyes darted around as he considered what it would be like if he had that money…

When Cheng Shuhai heard the number "two million," he sneered inwardly.

Two million was indeed a huge sum of money for an ordinary family in the early 1950s.

"Yi Zhonghai," Cheng Shuhai finally spoke, his voice not loud, but every word clear, "Do you think that money can solve everything?"

Yi Zhonghai was taken aback, not understanding what Cheng Shuhai meant.

"Shuhai, I know, two million might not be enough, how about... I add some more?"

He thought Cheng Shuhai was complaining about the lack of money.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Cheng Shuhai with concern.

"Add more money?" Cheng Shuhai laughed, his smile full of sarcasm. "Yi Zhonghai, have you forgotten what era we live in? Do you think this is still the old society where money could make the devil turn the millstone?"

"Let me tell you, this is a new society! It's a world where the people are the masters! Everyone is equal before the law!"

"You instigated your apprentice to hire thugs to injure someone—that's a crime! That's disrupting public order! Do you think this can be settled with a little money? What do you take the police for? What do you take the law for?"

Cheng Shuhai's voice suddenly rose, and his words were resounding and powerful.

Zheng Chaoyang, Bai Ling, and Hao Pingchuan, who were not far away, heard it clearly, and all three of them showed expressions of approval.

Zheng Chaoyang, in particular, looked at Cheng Shuhai and nodded inwardly. This young man has high awareness and is a promising talent!

Hao Pingchuan went even further, shouting, "Well said! The law is not for trading!"

Yi Zhonghai was stunned by Cheng Shuhai's words, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

He never expected that Cheng Shuhai would show him no respect at all, making his statement so definitive and even accusing him of such a serious offense.

He was both angry and anxious. Jia Dongxu was the person he had chosen to take care of in his old age, his only hope for the rest of his life. If he really went to jail, wouldn't all his efforts over the past few decades be in vain?

He never had children in his life, and that was his greatest pain.

He placed all his hopes on Jia Dongxu, hoping that when he got old, someone would be there to serve him tea and water, and take care of him until his death.

Now that his only hope is about to disappear, how could he not be anxious?

"Shuhai! Shuhai! Listen to me!" Yi Zhonghai panicked completely and didn't care about saving face anymore. He grabbed Cheng Shuhai's arm and almost begged him.

"I'm begging you! Name your terms! I'll agree to anything I can do! Just let Dongxu go!"

He pulled Cheng Shuhai aside, further away from the crowd, and lowered his voice, which trembled slightly.

"Shuhai, I know you hate us, and we were wrong. But Dongxu is still young. If he goes to jail, his life will be ruined! His wife just married into the family, and his mother is in jail. This family will fall apart!"

"Just do him a good deed, give him a chance to reform, okay?"

Yi Zhonghai delivered a tearful performance, his acting was incredibly moving and sincere.

If it were anyone else in the hospital, they might actually have been moved by his performance.

But who is Cheng Shuhai? He's a time traveler who's watched the entire series!

He knew all too well what kind of person Yi Zhonghai was.

He's a hypocrite, a self-righteous moral paragon, and selfish to the extreme. Every word he says now isn't for Jia Dongxu's sake, but for his own so-called "retirement plan."

Cheng Shuhai looked at him and felt a wave of nausea.

However, Yi Zhonghai's words just now reminded him.

"Are you willing to accept any conditions?"

Cheng Shuhai originally wanted to refuse outright and have him and Jia Dongxu go in for reformation together.

But then I thought, Yi Zhonghai, that old fox, made Jia Dongxu take the blame, so at most he'd just get a reprimand and education, which wouldn't really hurt him.

No, we have to think of a way to make him experience what it means to feel pain on his own skin, to let him feel what it means to be a mute eating bitter melon, unable to express his suffering.

A brilliant idea, one that could thoroughly disgust Yi Zhonghai, slowly took shape in Cheng Shuhai's mind.

He looked at Yi Zhonghai's face, which was full of anxiety and calculation, and slowly a smile appeared on his lips.

"Yi Zhonghai, are you really willing to accept any conditions?" Cheng Shuhai asked again to confirm.

"I'm willing! I'm willing! As long as you name it, as long as I can do it, I won't haggle!" Seeing that things were turning around, Yi Zhonghai nodded hurriedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Cheng Shuhai stared into his eyes and said, word by word, "Alright, since you're so sincere, my conditions are also very simple."

"If you want me to forgive Jia Dongxu, that's fine too."

"You, make him give me the Jia family's house!"

Cheng Shuhai sneered.

As for Jia Dongxu's matter, he will definitely be going to the countryside for renovation, and it wouldn't be bad to take the opportunity to get a house.