Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

The military control commission sent only six people, all of whom were on duty and had not gone home for the Spring Festival.

There were only about ten people gambling in the Jia family's house, and at most half of them were arrested.

When they entered the Jia family's house, it was in a mess, with money scattered on the floor.

One of the comrades went into the inner room and, seeing the bulging kang (a heated brick bed), immediately lifted it up.

Xu Damao pretended to have just woken up and said groggily:

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

The comrades from the military control commission were all amused, but he didn't show it. Instead, he asked in a deep voice:

"Is this your home?"

"Yes, that's my home. My name is Jia Dongxu, and I'm holding my son while he sleeps." Xu Damao answered without hesitation.

"Hmm..." The comrade from the Military Control Commission nodded.

Xu Damao thought he had gotten away with it and was quite pleased with himself. He quickly got up from the kang (a heated brick bed), took out a cigarette from his pocket, and prepared to offer it to him.

What followed was a fierce confrontation and a barrage of insults:

"You fucking bastard, stand at attention and speak!"

Xu Damao was terrified and immediately stood at attention upon receiving the command. The man was wearing a military uniform and had a gun tucked into his waistband.

The comrade from the military control commission looked Xu Damao up and down and chuckled:

"You little brat, you're pretty clever, aren't you? Sneaking into someone else's bed, do you think I'm stupid?"

"The man's name is Jia Dongxu. They registered their marriage, and even registered when the baby on the bed turned one month old."

"Say your name again!"

Seeing that his lie had been exposed, Xu Damao could only hang his head and confess honestly:

"Comrade, my name is Xu Damao. I live in the backyard of No. 95 compound. I am Jia Dongxu's neighbor."

"Okay, wait outside. Don't even think about running away, or the consequences will be even more serious," the comrade from the Military Control Commission instructed.

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away..."

Then Xu Damao, who was easier to control, was interrogated in public in the courtyard, and he confessed everything in a short while.

After comparing their statements with those of the other arrested individuals, it was clear that none of those involved in gambling could escape.

When Liu Haizhong saw that his eldest son, Liu Guangqi, was also in the group chat, he felt a little flustered. Why was his eldest son in there?

After learning about the situation, the comrades from the Military Control Commission felt that it wasn't a big deal, and that the stakes weren't high either. They thought that dealing with it during the Lunar New Year would be even more troublesome.

So the gamblers were punished.

He also instructed the few people who jumped over the wall to report to the military control commission the next day.

Of course, everyone was searched and all the gambling money was taken away.

When Li Jiuzhou saw Xu Damao and the others being questioned, he gave the money he had to his younger brother Shanhe.

As soon as the comrades from the Military Control Commission left, Jia Zhangshi couldn't bear it anymore. She had 20 yuan taken from her, which was her own money, and she was heartbroken and could hardly breathe.

The 50 yuan that the son took out while running the gambling operation is also missing. It's unknown whether Jia Dongxu took it or it was confiscated during a search.

Jia Dongxu and the others did not run far. After seeing that the comrades from the Military Control Commission had left, they returned to the Intermediate People's Court.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

When Jia Dongxu fled, he only grabbed a handful of chips, which was only 120,000. At that time, his chips were worth nearly 700,000, so he suffered a huge loss.

He was squatting by the door, smoking incessantly, looking frustrated.

The He family father and son were whispering to each other at the edge of the crowd.

"Dad, did you manage to hide some?" Sha Zhu made a grabbing gesture with his right hand.

"Hehehe..." He Daqing chuckled.

"Your dad was born in the Year of the Monkey. When I get involved with hair, I'm even smarter than a monkey. Don't worry, you won't lose out."

"Quickly count them!" Sha Zhu exclaimed excitedly.

He Daqing glanced around, then pulled Sha Zhu to a secluded spot where no one was around, before pulling out a wad of cash from his waistband.

The waistband was already thick, and the comrades from the military control commission only found a few thousand yuan in He Daqing's pockets.

He Daqing counted it; it was a full 76 yuan. He was making a fortune.

He only had 5 yuan with him when he went gambling; this was money Bai Lian gave him for self-defense.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share, Dad," Sha Zhu said with a grin, rubbing his hands together.

He Daqing hesitated for a moment, then counted out 200,000 and gave it to Sha Zhu.

Sha Zhu took the money and gave him a thumbs up: "You're very generous!"

"Everyone who sees it gets a share, Uncle!" A sudden remark startled the father and son.

The person who came was Li Jiuzhou. He had just seen the father and son whispering to each other and knew that something was going on, so he followed them.

He happened to see the two of them dividing the spoils, and how could Li Jiuzhou miss such a good opportunity?

The father and son both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it was Li Jiuzhou.

Sha Zhu laughed and said, "Hehe, senior brother, you've come at the right time. Old Deng is cunning as a fox. He even swindled a bunch of money. Come and share the spoils. Everyone who sees this gets a share."

Upon hearing this, He Daqing's forehead veins bulged; he wanted to beat this unfilial son to death.

Where the hell am I old?

He's only in his forties and he's already considered an old man?

Li Jiuzhou grinned; he was used to it and there was no need to make a fuss.

He Daqing didn't want to deal with this unfilial son, so he counted out another 20 and handed it to Li Jiuzhou.

"Thanks, Uncle-Master."

He Daqing waved his hand: "We're all on the same side, no need to thank me."

"By the way, Jiuzhou, why did the comrades from the Military Control Commission suddenly arrive? That doesn't make sense."

Li Jiuzhou didn't hide it either:

"It was Liu Haizhong who reported it; Shanhe saw it all."

Upon hearing this, the father and son were furious. This fat Liu was causing trouble for the neighbors during the New Year.

"What do you think he's after?" Sha Zhu asked angrily.

He Daqing scratched his head:

"I've been out for so long, has anyone in the neighborhood gotten into a grudge against Fatty Liu?"

Sha Zhu thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead:

"Fatty Liu had a falling out with the Jia family before, I guess it's revenge."

"That idiot, his son gambled too, I'm speechless."

Li Jiuzhou was speechless. How come there was a pig's head growing in Liu Haizhong's hair? He was always doing things that offended people.

Not only did Li Shanhe see Liu Haizhong slip out of the courtyard, but some people even saw him bring people from the Military Control Commission into the courtyard.

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhangshi immediately flew into a rage and rushed over to scratch Liu Haizhong.

"You bastard, you go and report me during the New Year holiday? Are you even my neighbor?"

"They do things that will cause them to have no descendants."

As Jia Zhangshi continued to yell and curse, many neighbors joined in, which terrified Liu Haizhong.

But they still need to make excuses:

"I'm afraid you'll make mistakes. Our No. 95 compound is very civilized. I don't want a few rats to ruin our reputation."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"Fuck your mother!" Jia Dongxu rushed forward and threw a punch, but Liu Haizhong grabbed him and counter-attacked, knocking him to the ground.

In desperation, Liu Haizhong threatened again:

"Don't make a move, or the military control commission will cause you more trouble tomorrow."

Liu Haizhong could only use this as a threat, otherwise he would definitely be beaten up by the neighbors tonight.

"Tch~"

The neighbors could only look at him with disdain, helpless. This man was hopeless. What kind of place was No. 95?

The neighbors couldn't figure out how a cotton ball could just pop out of the gutter.

Yi Zhonghai shook his head and went home first.

The other neighbors dispersed upon seeing this.