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

"What?!"

When Yi Zhonghai heard Cheng Shuhai's conditions, he was completely stunned. His eyes widened and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

He wondered if he had misheard.

Do you want the Jia family's house?

This...this is impossible!

Cheng Shuhai, that kid, has an insatiable appetite! This isn't setting conditions; it's clearly taking advantage of the situation and trying to uproot the Jia family!

"Book Sea...you...you're not kidding, are you?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at Cheng Shuhai in surprise.

He had expected Cheng Shuhai to ask for an exorbitant amount, but he hadn't anticipated that Cheng Shuhai would have such a huge appetite!

They actually wanted the Jia family's house!

Why didn't you ask for your own house along with it?

"A joke?" Cheng Shuhai sneered. "Do I look like I'm joking with you? Yi Zhonghai, I've already made myself very clear. This is my only condition."

"Either Jia Dongxu gives me the house, or Jia Dongxu is taken away and severely punished."

"You choose."

After Cheng Shuhai finished speaking, he crossed his arms and looked at Yi Zhonghai with a leisurely air, passing the buck back to him.

He knew exactly what was going on.

He knew all too well the character of that shrew, Jia Zhangshi.

What would happen if she found out that Yi Zhonghai destroyed their house to protect his apprentice?

When Jia Zhangshi returned from the farm and found her home gone, wouldn't she go crazy?

She'd be a fool if she didn't lie in front of Yi Zhonghai's house every day, throwing tantrums and turning his house upside down!

At that time, Yi Zhonghai, this "moral saint," will have to face Jia Zhangshi, this tough nut to crack, every day. Just imagining that scene is exciting enough.

As for whether Jia Zhangshi will come looking for trouble?

Cheng Shuhai wasn't worried at all.

He's not the same person he was when he first transmigrated.

If Jia Zhangshi dares to cause trouble, he dares to call the police directly and send her to jail for a few days.

Having a criminal record for "engaging in feudal superstition" means that committing it again would be an even more serious offense. He didn't believe that Jia Zhangshi was unafraid.

Therefore, this trouble will ultimately fall on Yi Zhonghai's shoulders alone.

This plan is truly killing two birds with one stone.

This way, they could not only get the Jia family's house, but also plant a huge time bomb for that old fox Yi Zhonghai, ensuring he would never have a peaceful life for the rest of his days.

This is called cutting off your escape route!

Yi Zhonghai stood there, his whole body twisted into a pretzel.

His mind raced with calculations.

On one side is Jia Dongxu, the caregiver she painstakingly cultivated for her old age. If Jia Dongxu goes to jail, all her investments in this life will be wasted, and she'll be all alone in her old age, with no one to even see her off in her final days.

On the other side was the Jia family's house, and a foreseeable future filled with endless turmoil.

He knew Jia Zhangshi all too well; she was a stubborn, shameless shrew who would never let anyone get her hands on her.

To give or not to give?

This is a life-or-death choice.

His face flushed red and then turned pale, and large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Although the neighbors in the courtyard couldn't hear what they were saying, judging from Yi Zhonghai's expression of grief, they guessed that Cheng Shuhai must have made a condition that he couldn't accept.

"Hey, what do you think Cheng Shuhai actually wanted? Look how troubled this old man is."

"Who knows? They probably asked for a huge sum of money!"

"I don't think so. If it were just about money, this old man wouldn't have gone to such lengths. I bet he wanted something more important than money."

Xu Damao stroked his chin, analyzing the situation with a deep expression, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Zheng Chaoyang and his two companions, who were not far away, also witnessed all of this.

Although they couldn't hear the specific conditions clearly, they could guess the general idea from the changes in the two people's expressions.

Bai Ling frowned slightly, feeling that this kind of private transaction did not comply with procedures.

But Zheng Chaoyang gave her a wink, signaling her to calm down.

He wanted to see what this young man named Cheng Shuhai was up to.

He also wanted to see just how far this Yi Zhonghai would go for his apprentice.

Cheng Shuhai, watching Yi Zhonghai still struggling with his inner conflict, was also running out of patience.

He didn't want to waste any more words with him.

He turned around, ignoring Yi Zhonghai, and walked straight towards Zheng Chaoyang and the other two.

"Comrade Zheng, Comrade Bai, Comrade Hao," Cheng Shuhai smiled politely at the three men, "thank you. And thank you to the other police officers in the compound for helping with this today."

His move was tantamount to announcing the breakdown of negotiations.

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat. Seeing that Cheng Shuhai was about to give up on reconciliation, he knew he couldn't hesitate any longer!

"etc!"

Yi Zhonghai suddenly shouted, his voice distorted.

Zheng Chaoyang and the others stopped and turned to look at him.

Cheng Shuhai also turned around and looked at him quietly, waiting for his final decision.

Yi Zhonghai's chest heaved violently as he clenched his fists tightly, as if he had made up his mind.

He knew he had no choice.

He feared a lonely and helpless old age more than a predictable and troublesome future.

If the house is gone, we can find another way. His family still has a small house; they can rent it to Jia Dongxu's family and have even more control over them.

But if Jia Dongxu goes in, then everything will really be over!

"I...I promise!"

Yi Zhonghai squeezed out these three words through gritted teeth, as if all his strength had been drained, and he aged ten years in an instant.

He agreed!

He actually agreed!

Although no one knows the specific conditions, seeing Yi Zhonghai's appearance, it's clear that he must have paid a heavy price.

A satisfied look appeared on Cheng Shuhai's face.

"Alright, since you've agreed, let's write it down in black and white. That way, we won't have anyone go back on their word later." Cheng Shuhai didn't trust his character.

"Now?" Yi Zhonghai was taken aback.

"Now, of course." Cheng Shuhai looked at Zheng Chaoyang. "Comrade Zheng, could you please be our witnesses? We'll draw up a written agreement."

Zheng Chaoyang thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

With the police present as witnesses, this written agreement has legal effect, and no one can renege on their debt.

Upon hearing that a written agreement was required, Yan Bugui immediately volunteered, "I have writing materials at home! I'll go get them right now!"

He's a cultured man; how could such an occasion be complete without him?

Soon, Yan Bugui came running back, bringing not only writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, but also a small table.

Cheng Shuhai picked up a pen and quickly wrote down an agreement.

The content is simple: Party A, Jia Dongxu, voluntarily transfers his house located at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang to Party B, Fang Shuhai, free of charge, as compensation for Party A's act of hiring thugs to cause trouble.

This agreement is made in triplicate, with one copy for each of Party A, Party B, and the witness.

Yan Bugui stood to the side, his eyes wide with astonishment.

He never expected it to be a house!

After Cheng Shuhai finished writing, he pushed the agreement in front of Yi Zhonghai: "Have your apprentice sign and put his fingerprint on it."

Yi Zhonghai held the paper, his hands trembling.

He walked up to Jia Dongxu, handed him the agreement, and said in a hoarse voice, "Dongxu, sign it. Once you sign it, everything will be fine."

Jia Dongxu's eyes turned red as he looked at the words "gratuitous transfer" on the agreement.

"No! I won't sign! This is our family's house! Why should we give it to him!" he roared, seemingly insane.

"Dongxu! If you don't sign, you can expect to go to jail! What will happen to your wife then? Where will your mother live when she gets out? Have you thought about that?!"

Yi Zhonghai lowered his voice.

Jia Dongxu was now completely conflicted.

Yes, if he goes to jail, Qin Huairu will definitely divorce him, and the family will be completely broken up.

He looked at the agreement, then at Qin Huairu, who was crying her eyes out, and finally at the menacing police officer.

He knew he had no choice.

With trembling hands, he picked up the pen, wrote his name crookedly, and then pressed his red handprint firmly onto the paper.