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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each kick was powerful and heavy, making Liu Haizhong scream in pain.

"Well played!"

"Yes! This kind of scoundrel deserves to be taught a lesson!"

The diners in the restaurant were not afraid at all; instead, they clapped and cheered loudly.

Liu Haizhong lay on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face from the pain, still cursing, "You...you wait...I'll never forgive you..."

Cheng Shuhai walked up to him, looked down at him, and spoke in a voice that was cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Liu Haizhong, I'm asking you one more time, are you going to apologize or not?"

"I...I'll tell your mother!" Liu Haizhong retorted stubbornly.

"Good, that's tough." Cheng Shuhai nodded and said to Cheng Shujun, "Shujun, drag him out."

"Okay!"

Cheng Shujun dragged Liu Haizhong by his legs like a dead dog towards the restaurant entrance.

"Hey! Young man, don't do that!" A burly man stood up. He was also a regular at the restaurant and had the worst opinion of people like Liu Haizhong.

"Throwing him out is too lenient! People like him should be paraded through the streets as a warning!"

"Yes! Parade him through the streets! Write down the stupid things he did on a sign and hang it around his neck!" Another diner chimed in.

Cheng Shuhai waved his hand as he looked at the agitated diners: "Forget it, everyone, it's not worth getting angry over someone like him. Just throw him out, don't make him an eyesore."

"That won't do!" The boss rolled up his sleeves and walked over. "Boss Cheng, don't worry about it, leave this to us! We'll help you get revenge!"

Without waiting for a reply, he took Liu Haizhong from Cheng Shujun and shouted to his drinking buddies, "Hey guys, give us a hand and throw this clown out of here!"

"Okay!"

Several burly men rushed forward and hurriedly lifted Liu Haizhong, who was still howling like a pig being slaughtered on the ground.

"One, two, three, let's go!"

With a combined effort, they tossed Liu Haizhong, who weighed 170 or 180 pounds, like a tattered sack, directly from the restaurant entrance onto the street outside.

With a loud "bang," it fell solidly.

Liu Haizhong was thrown onto the street, and he was so dizzy from the fall that he couldn't get up for a long time.

The diners in the restaurant were still not satisfied, and they flocked to the door, pointing and laughing loudly at Liu Haizhong on the ground.

"Come quick! There's some complete idiot here. He spent a million on fake alcohol and then came to the restaurant to cause trouble!"

"Haha, that's hilarious! With that kind of intelligence, he's basically done with riding a bicycle!"

The commotion in Nanluoguxiang immediately attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

The old man who led the throwing of people was someone who loved to stir up trouble. He found a broken plank and a piece of charcoal somewhere and scribbled several large characters on it in a flamboyant style:

"A fool with bangs bought a million dollars worth of counterfeit alcohol, then a scoundrel came to cause trouble, only to be beaten out of the store!"

After finishing writing, he found a rope and hung it around his neck.

"Come on, guys, let's show him around and let everyone get to know this 'celebrity'!"

Without a word, several burly men lifted up Liu Haizhong, who was still groaning, and paraded him through Nanluoguxiang like a street parade.

As he walked, he loudly proclaimed Liu Haizhong's "glorious deeds."

Now, bangs have become a complete "hot" trend.

The entire Nanluoguxiang area now knows about this idiot who spent a fortune to buy fake liquor and then went to the original store to cause a scene.

"Look, it's him!"

"He looks decent enough, so why isn't he smart enough?"

"One million! How much heroin could you buy and exchange it for just one jar of fake liquor? Tsk tsk."

The pointing fingers and mockery of passersby were like red-hot steel needles, piercing Liu Haizhong's heart.

He tried to struggle and resist, but he was held up by those burly men and couldn't move at all.

He wanted to curse, but his words were drowned out by the surrounding laughter.

Liu Haizhong felt that he had never been so humiliated in his entire life.

This was a million times worse than being publicly scolded by Director Zhou, or being punished by cleaning toilets!

What is this called? Social death!

Cheng Shuhai stood at the restaurant entrance, coldly watching the farce he had indirectly orchestrated.

He neither stopped them nor showed them any sympathy.

This is the method you have to use to deal with someone like Liu Haizhong.

I'll beat him into submission once and for all, so that every time he sees me, he'll remember the humiliation of today and see if he dares to provoke me again.

Cheng Shujun and Cheng Shufei stood behind him, looking at the miserable state of Liu Haizhong, and felt a sense of relief.

"Big brother, he should behave himself now, right?" Cheng Shujun said.

"I hope so," Cheng Shuhai said calmly. "Alright, stop looking, go inside and help out, let's get back to business."

The commotion at the restaurant quickly subsided.

After enjoying the spectacle, the diners returned to their seats, satisfied, and continued drinking and eating, creating an even more lively atmosphere than before.

People's respect for Cheng Shuhai has reached a new level.

This Boss Cheng is not only skilled and well-connected, but also ruthless; he's definitely not someone to mess with.

Liu Haizhong was paraded through the streets by those few shady businessmen for almost half an hour. Only when he cried and begged for mercy, swearing that he would never do it again, did the businessmen finally let him go, throwing him into a corner and leaving.

Liu Haizhong was dressed in rags, covered in dirt, and had the wooden board listing his "crimes" hanging around his neck. He struggled to his feet, feeling utterly ashamed at the strange looks he received from those around him.

He dared not return to the courtyard house, knowing that the news had surely already reached back home.

He didn't dare go back to the steel mill; how could he go back in this condition?

He wandered aimlessly through the streets like a lost soul. As darkness fell, he dragged his weary body and stealthily returned to the courtyard house.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard Xu Damao's signature, sarcastic voice.

"Hey everyone, come quick! Our 'millionaire' is back!"

Xu Damao was chatting with some neighbors in the yard when he spotted Liu Haizhong with sharp eyes.

The people in the courtyard immediately gathered around.

"Master Liu, I heard you became famous in Nanluoguxiang today?" Yan Bugui pushed up his glasses, asking knowingly.

"Tsk tsk, spending a million on fake liquor, Master Liu, you've really gone all out!"

"They're still wearing that sign around their necks, let us take a look!"

The neighbors' teasing and mockery were like knives cutting into Liu Haizhong's heart.

His wife, Sun Dali, and several sons also ran out of the house upon hearing the noise. They were stunned when they saw Liu Haizhong's disheveled appearance.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?" Sun Dali rushed over, trying to support Liu Haizhong.

"Don't touch me!" Liu Haizhong shoved her away. He was like a wounded beast, full of hostility towards everyone.

He glared venomously at the neighbors watching the commotion, and finally fixed his gaze on the direction of Cheng Shuhai's house in the central courtyard.

"Cheng Shuhai! I'm not finished with you!"

He let out a beastly roar, then rushed back to his house and slammed the door shut.