Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Zhang Dabiao picked it up and looked at it. Although he didn't know how to distinguish between real and fake gold, he thought, "You, the principal, wouldn't try to fool me with this thing, would you?"

A small yellow croaker weighs 31.25 grams, which is one liang in the old system. In 1960, the official purchase price was about 5.44 yuan per gram, while the price was even higher in the pigeon market and the black market.

The official purchase price for a single stick is about 170 yuan, so two sticks would cost 340 yuan. On the black market, two sticks would cost at least 450 yuan or more.

It's not a lot of money, but it's a form of hard currency.

"Trading five small yellow croakers for a gardener's job? Isn't Yan Bugui losing money? Can he even do that? Doesn't he feel like he's going to vomit blood?"

"She fainted at school and was taken to the hospital where she was given oxygen and an IV drip before she was saved. It really gave us a fright."

"So we don't dare fire him directly. What if he gets so agitated that he dies in front of you? Where would you go to seek justice then?"

"The student had a conflict with the teacher, and the student didn't even fight back, yet the teacher died of anger? How do you explain this?"

Principal Feng took a sip of tea, shook his head, and said, "Besides, if he really is expelled from the school, not only will his house be taken back, but he will also be unable to re-enter the education field. But for now, at least he is still a school janitor."

"So, he's not losing out by keeping one job with five small yellow croakers. Being a school janitor could be considered a job adjustment, but which school would dare hire a dismissed teacher? What other jobs could he possibly do at his age?"

"However, we guarantee that he will not be able to return to a teaching position within ten years."

"Besides, being a gardener is good; he won't have time to target you anymore."

Zhang Dabiao thought about it and realized that Yan Bugui was supporting his family of six on 22 yuan a month. He had no summer or winter vacations for ten years, so how could he still have the energy to mess with himself?

That just goes to show how awesome Uncle Yan is.

"Da Biao, you need to understand, what he did wasn't exactly illegal. At most, it was a problem with his professional ethics and conduct as a teacher, and it blew up. It means the entire education department will have to investigate him thoroughly. The Ministry of Education in Beijing will be the first to be implicated. Everyone will know that this was caused by a student named Zhang Da Biao."

"This is not a good thing for our school, nor for you."

Zhang Dabiao nodded. He understood what Principal Feng meant. His behavior this time was a bit too extreme, and the higher-ups were afraid that other students would follow suit, so they couldn't publicly punish Yan Bugui as an example.

Principal Feng's explanation was also an attempt to persuade him to let the matter drop.

Putting everything else aside, the first thing the school did to rectify the situation was to replace the iron gate of the broadcasting station with a lock—they were all scared!

Moreover, if this matter is made public and blown up again, who would dare to hire Zhang Dabiao, such a troublemaker, whether for school or work?

Therefore, we can only touch on it briefly.

Yan Bugui paid 300 yuan in compensation, the school paid 200 yuan, plus two small yellow croakers.

This compensation is quite generous.

Moreover, Yan Bugui has also received the corresponding punishment and has bowed and apologized. Putting aside his salary and such, just consider that he worked 866 for ten consecutive years without any winter or summer vacations.

Zhang Dabiao felt a pang of heartache just thinking about it; it was practically the same as being sent to a labor camp, and he simply couldn't bear it.

He later learned that the art teacher's father was a leader in the education bureau, and that he was the one who leaked the information. No wonder it was being dealt with seriously, and no wonder the art teacher dared to grow his hair long and become an artist—because he had connections in high places.

This guy, he said he'd help me get revenge, and he did! He's a good friend!

I need to find an opportunity to pass on the unorthodox art techniques used in the college entrance examination to him.

From both a moral and legal standpoint, the apology, punishment, and compensation have all been given, and his feud with Yan Bugui is now considered settled.

Cross out Yan Bugui's entry in the notebook.

As for whether Yan Bugui will target him again later.

If you want enough small yellow croakers, that's fine too. Let's keep going and see.

Zhang Dabiao nodded, agreeing with the school's decision, and Principal Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before leaving, he told Zhang Dabiao to take good care of his injury and that he could go back to school whenever he wanted.

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In the backyard, Liu Haizhong pondered, "I haven't done anything, and I'm already a big shot? And the only big shot at that?"

"But it seems like I, an old man, don't have any rights?"

"What's the difference between being appointed and not being appointed?"

The eldest son, Liu Guangqi, explained with a smile, "Dad, let me explain the responsibilities of this liaison officer to you in detail."

"It has responsibilities related to public opinion and maintaining order, such as public opinion propaganda and mobilization, studying quotations and editorials, writing slogans and creating blackboard newspapers, etc."

"Security patrols and joint defense, population management and supervision and rehabilitation of the four categories of offenders;"

"There are also social and service responsibilities, such as civil mediation, welfare distribution, assistance to those in need, and launching and organizing patriotic health campaigns to eliminate pests, etc."

"Simply put, you are a policy promoter, a security officer, a mediator, a welfare distributor, and a sanitation worker."

Fatty Liu slammed his hand on the table: "So much trouble? I don't know how, and I can't handle it!"

Liu Guangqi smiled and said, "Now you understand why there need to be three old men in one courtyard, right?"

"In reality, the man in charge has a lot of power, but he is not a law enforcement officer."

"If anything serious happens, you'll have to go to Director Wang, or the security department or the police station."

"Don't be like Yi Zhonghai, making all the decisions for us. There are some things we can't touch."

"Look at what's become of Yi Zhonghai after he stood up for the Jia, He, and Zhang families!"

The thought of Yi Zhonghai suffering the same fate as Yan Bugui sent a shiver down Liu Pangpang's spine, and he quickly shook his head.

"Don't worry, your dad isn't stupid. I won't offend Zhang Dabiao. That kid has a sinister side!"

Liu Pangpang tried to "take charge" in the yard several times, but Liu Guangqi stopped him each time. He now understands that his son was doing it for his own good.

If he really angers Zhang Dabiao, no amount of money Liu Pangpang has will be enough to compensate him.

Especially Lao Yi—he was in a terrible state!

"And—" Liu Guangqi continued after taking a bite of an egg.

"Stay away from Yi Zhonghai."

"What's wrong? Old Yi and I don't have any grudge against each other."

"Yi Zhonghai is also eccentric, you see."

"The postman helped Yi Zhonghai, and the postman went inside."

"Security Captain Chen helped Yi Zhonghai, and he was also taken in."

"Yan Bugui helped Yi Zhonghai and almost got fired—do I even need to say that?"

"Whoever helps Yi Zhonghai will die!"

Hearing this, Fatty Liu shuddered. You know what, it really was true!

Both of them are evil, I'd rather not be near either of them.

Guang Tian and Guang Fu ate their food quietly to the side, not daring to interrupt these conversations.

As the father and son chatted, the topic turned to Liu Guangqi's marriage.

"Guangqi, have you told Hongjuan's family yet? We're going to their house this weekend to break off the engagement."

"Dad, I won't call off the engagement!"

Liu Guangqi immediately put down his chopsticks and bowl.

"What's wrong? Are you planning to marry into their family or something?"

"I will not marry into the family, nor will I break off the engagement."

"So what are you two going to do? You work at the processing plant, which is close to home, while she works in the suburbs and has to take a 3-hour bus ride to get here, and neither of your companies provide housing."

"We can't just live apart after we get married, can we?"

Liu Pangpang was getting anxious. Actually, he was quite satisfied with his daughter-in-law. She was Guangqi's classmate from vocational school, and she also got a cadre position after graduation.

Unfortunately, both of them were assigned to small, run-down factories with only staff dormitories, where 2-4 people shared a single room in bunk beds.

They won't give her a house, so she's stuck in the courtyard all day, making it difficult for Hongjuan to get to work.

Guangtian applied for employee dormitories at the woman's factory, but it was difficult for him to get to work.

So the two of them had the idea of ​​going to the third-tier cities for development. Hongjuan's uncle was a deputy factory director there. If they went there, their administrative rank would be promoted by one level, and they would be directly allocated housing.

How good.

But once Liu Guangqi was exposed by Zhang Dabiao, his household registration and other documents were confiscated, and he couldn't leave.

"Why don't you let Hongjuan quit her job and stay at home? You two can get married and have a child soon, and your mother can help take care of it."

"How about we call off the engagement? Dad will find you someone else. Let me tell you, my classmate is now a deputy factory manager, and his daughter is a middle school teacher..."

"Two options, choose one!"