Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

At the Jia family's gate, Jia Zhangshi, who had just barely suppressed her "primordial power" and was listening intently to what was happening outside, heard the words "Quanjude" and then heard Yan Bugui's undisguised boasting. Her mind went blank!

A surge of malevolent fire, mixed with overwhelming jealousy, erupted like a volcano!

No longer caring about her weakness and shame, she abruptly threw back the curtain and rushed out, hands on her hips, pointing towards the backyard, her voice as shrill as an owl's, echoing throughout the entire courtyard:

"He Yuanchao! You heartless, rotten-necked, childless wretch! What do you mean?!"

Why didn't you invite that stingy old man Yan Bugui to Quanjude for a good meal and drinks?! Huh?!

We're all neighbors! We live in the same courtyard! Don't you have any sense of neighborly affection? Don't you have any sense of community?!

You earn so much money, treating outsiders to lavish meals while we, a widow and her children, starve and freeze? Have you no conscience?!

Her shout was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg!

Other residents, whose eyes were already tingled and hearts were racing from the name Quanjude, could no longer contain themselves!

"That's right! Yuan Chao! What you did was really underhanded!"

The second aunt from the front yard leaned against the doorframe and chimed in sarcastically, "We're all from the same courtyard, we see each other all the time. How can we invite our neighbors out for a meal? Everyone in our courtyard is struggling financially. Even if you just slip a little out, it'll be enough to satisfy everyone's cravings!"

"Comrade He Yuanchao, you're doing well now, a fifth-grade worker, riding a bicycle, but don't forget about us old neighbors!"

Another elderly woman, who was usually close to the Jia family, spoke up tremulously, her words carrying a hint of moral blackmail, "A close neighbor is worse than a distant relative! Everyone has always cared about you..."

"Brother, can I join you? I promise I won't embarrass you!"

That was Xu Damao's slick voice, filled with undisguised craving.

"Brother He! We'd like to eat roast duck too!"

These were shouted out by a few teenagers who were encouraged by their parents.

For a moment, the middle court was filled with chatter and "indignation," as if He Yuanchao was an unpardonable sinner who was rich and heartless for not inviting the entire court to Quanjude!

He Yuanchao slowly strolled out of the backyard, pushing his brand-new Forever 28 bicycle.

Yan Bugui, with his shriveled chest puffed out like a proud little rooster, followed closely behind him, his face showing undisguised pride and a sense of superiority.

Faced with this chaotic scene of moral blackmail, He Yuanchao showed no anger on his face, but instead wore a playful smile as if watching a monkey show.

His gaze swept over the faces that were filled with greed, jealousy, or hypocrisy, finally settling on Jia Zhangshi, who stood with her hands on her hips, her face flushed with excitement and her body trembling slightly.

Just as Jia Zhangshi was preparing to launch another attack, bombarding the public with her fallacious logic of "orphans and widows" and "neighbors"—

"puff----!!!"

A long, loud fart, clearly steamy and explosive, like a deflated bellows, suddenly erupted from behind Jia Zhangshi! The sound was so loud that it instantly drowned out all the noise!

Immediately afterwards, a stench so strong it was suffocating spread outwards from Jia Zhangshi, like an invisible shockwave!

"vomit……"

"Oh my god! Here we go again!"

"Run!"

The neighbors closest to the Jia family's door were the first to be affected. They turned pale from the fumes, felt nauseous, and vomited repeatedly, retreating in terror!

Jia Zhangshi's face instantly turned from red to purple and then to black!

The overwhelming shame made her wish she could die on the spot!

She squeezed her legs together tightly, her body stiff as a stone, but that fragile defense seemed to collapse again, and a warm, sticky sensation sent her trance away!

She dared not move again, nor could she utter a curse. Frozen in place, her triangular eyes filled with terror, shame, and despair, her facial muscles twitching wildly, her expression a marvel of emotion.

Looking at Jia Zhangshi's extremely disheveled appearance, He Yuanchao finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The laughter was clear and bright, carrying undisguised mockery and glee, and sounded particularly jarring in the suddenly deathly silent courtyard.

He pushed his bicycle forward a couple of steps, stopping a few meters away from Jia Zhangshi. His gaze, like a cold knife, swept over her. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"dinner?"

"Neighbors?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips as his gaze swept over the neighbors who had just been clamoring to "benefit" from the situation, finally settling on the humiliated and indignant Jia Zhangshi:

"I, He Yuanchao, am happy to treat my acquaintances and the old man who spoke a word to a meal, all with my own money!"

"As for inviting certain people?" He paused deliberately, his contempt palpable, "Someone like you, a scoundrel who only knows how to throw tantrums, spew filth, and eat human food without doing any human work?"

He scoffed, his voice suddenly turning cold, like ice shards hitting the ground:

"I pay to feed a dog, and at least the dog wags its tail! Raising you? I'm afraid you'll dirty my money. Besides, what if you spray shit all over the place at Quanjude? I'd be even more afraid of ruining the reputation of this century-old restaurant!"

"puff--"

As if to provide the most powerful commentary on He Yuanchao's words, Jia Zhangshi's body suddenly trembled, and another string of loud, rapid, watery farts uncontrollably burst forth! Accompanied by an even stronger stench!

"ah--!!"

Jia Zhangshi let out a shrill scream that was so intense it was almost unrecognizable. Unable to withstand the double blow to her body and mind any longer, she turned around abruptly and scrambled back into her house, slamming the door shut with a loud bang!

Immediately afterwards, suppressed whimpers, like those of a wounded beast, and even more vicious curses came from inside, but the sounds, separated by the door, were nothing but a vague sense of despair.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The neighbors who were just moments ago clamoring to "benefit" now looked embarrassed, their eyes darting around, as if they wanted to bury their heads in their necks.

He Yuanchao's words were like a resounding slap in their faces, leaving a burning pain.

Even worse than feeding a dog? That's so harsh, and so true! Especially after seeing Jia Zhangshi's wretched state, who would dare to go any closer?

The second aunt and the old lady had already disappeared without a trace.

Xu Damao shrank back and sheepishly scurried back to his room.

The children who were shouting were also pulled back by their parents.

An elderly man named Yi Zhonghai stood at his doorstep, his face ashen, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He felt that his old face, along with that fig leaf of "high prestige," had been completely torn off by He Yuanchao and thrown on the ground to be trampled to pieces!

Regret? More than just regret! He wished he could travel back to yesterday and slap himself across the face a few times!

The muscles on Uncle Liu Haizhong’s fat face twitched as he looked at He Yuanchao, then at Yan Bugui, who was standing behind He Yuanchao with his chest out, head held high, and face glowing. A strong sense of jealousy and resentment almost overwhelmed him!

Why? Why is it that he, Old Man Yan, is so stingy?!

He Yuanchao, too lazy to even glance at these beasts again, said to Yan Bugui, who was trembling with excitement beside him, "Third Uncle, shall we go?"

"Hey! Let's go! Let's go! To aid Korea, let's go!"

Yan Bugui's voice was loud and clear, filled with an unprecedented sense of pride. He felt that he had never stood up straight in his entire life!

He glanced smugly at Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, whose faces were grim, his eyes seeming to say: See? It's very important to follow the right person!

With the brand-new Forever 28 in front and the proud Yan Bugui behind, the two strode out of the courtyard's gate—a gate that symbolized oppression and decay—under the complex, unspoken gazes of the beasts in the courtyard, filled with envy and jealousy.

Behind them, faintly echoing from inside the Jia family house came Jia Zhangshi's hysterical, tearful curses, and Bang Geng's relentless wailing: "I want roast duck! I want Quanjude! Mom! Go get it! Go pack it up! Waaaaaah—"

And then there was Qin Huairu's suppressed, broken sobs.

But all of this is no longer relevant to He Yuanchao.

His night was just beginning.