I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

This guy will be 61 after the New Year, and he still hangs up the phone halfway through his sentence.

However, judging from the static coming from his phone, things did seem a bit chaotic on his end.

Yan Jiefang thought about it for a while and had some guesses in his mind.

He called his three sons separately and asked them to gather in the living room.

I put on a coat and stepped out of my study.

After telling Liu Ruyan what he had done, he left the main room.

"Dad, is there something you need from us?"

Yan Xueheng immediately stood up when he saw Yan Jiefang enter the room.

The eldest and third brothers also looked over.

"Something must have happened to the old man in courtyard number 95. Let's go check on him together."

The three men realized that the two old men hadn't actually come here to freeload yesterday, and they understood what had happened.

Realizing there was nowhere to park and the distance wasn't far, the four of them didn't drive but walked there instead.

This year, it didn't snow in Beijing during the Spring Festival, and the temperature was neither high nor low, around two or three degrees below zero.

Even though it's already New Year's Eve, many people are still busy trying to have a good New Year.

The streets were bustling with people.

All four of them were very tall, all 1.85 meters or taller, which was quite striking in those days.

I was noticed by the people in the courtyard as soon as I arrived at the entrance of No. 95.

Two young men in dark blue suits rushed out one after the other, and bowed down in front of Yan Jiefang:

"Second Uncle, you've arrived? Come in quickly, my parents are waiting for you to take charge of this matter."

Both of them are Yan Jiecheng's sons-in-law.

The two had only met a few times and were not familiar with each other.

Yan Jiefang glanced at the two of them, then walked straight into the courtyard without stopping.

These two didn't take it to heart, believing that this was how high-ranking officials should be, and how could they be like ordinary people like them?

Afterwards, the two greeted Yan Xueqian and his two brothers.

Yan Jiefang scanned the courtyard with his divine sense and immediately understood the situation.

To his slight surprise, not only did Yan Bugui die this time, but Yang Ruihua also succumbed to the passage of time.

And the coincidence is that the two of them died on the same day.

The bodies of both men were laid out on the floor of the side room, their remains not yet prepared for burial and placed in coffins.

There was no one else in the side room except Yan Jiecheng and his wife, along with their two daughters.

At that moment, they were rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the house, looking for something.

Yan Jiecheng found a crowbar somewhere and started tapping and banging on various parts of the house.

It's no surprise that these guys are looking for the two old men's inheritance.

Yu Li held a bankbook in her hand, looking at the nearly 10 yuan on it, but she was very dissatisfied:

"Jiecheng, how come these two old folks only have a little over 90,000 in savings?"

That shouldn't be the case. I heard that the second brother gives them 20,000 yuan in lucky money every Lunar New Year's Day! That's 10,000 yuan each!

And those expensive cigarettes, alcohol, and supplements—over the years, they must have cost far more than this!

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiecheng's face stiffened slightly, then he continued with his work.

Of course he knew what was going on.

Over the years, the couple has argued openly and secretly countless times because of the fact that they don't have a son.

The Cold War lasted for more than a decade.

I don't know what Yan Jiecheng was thinking, but he actually came to Yan Bugui and his wife for help.

The Yan couple actually did provide him with assistance.

They secretly gave him a lot of money as a subsidy.

After all, the others had already severed ties and moved out, leaving only the eldest son's family in the courtyard. If anything happened, only he could help out.

Yan Jiecheng used this money to help many women who had fallen into prostitution.

The only pity is that the dream of spring leaves no trace, and nothing was left behind.

Yan Jiefang scanned the old house with his divine sense, and found that there were no secrets inside.

There is indeed a hidden compartment under the floor tiles under the bed.

There are indeed some things inside, but not many.

Besides the eight small yellow croakers, there were less than two hundred silver dollars.

Some of the silver coins looked quite familiar; they were the ones he had previously obtained through critical hits.

Although the items were insignificant to him, he was even less willing to leave them to Yan Jiecheng and his wife.

And so these things disappeared without a trace.

When Yan Jiefang entered the front yard, there were quite a few people watching.

Many people were laughing and talking in hushed tones, occasionally pointing towards the west wing.

Many of the old, foolish men saw Yan Jiefang enter and immediately strode over:

"Jiefang, do something about your brother! What kind of behavior is it to just leave an old man on the ground like this!"

This is a disgrace to our No. 95 compound!

Yan Jiefang nodded:

"I'll handle this."

He turned to his three sons behind him and gave them instructions.

"Xueqian, arrange for someone to dismantle the door panel and lay the person on it."

Yan Xueqian solemnly agreed:

"it is good."

After saying that, he immediately recruited people in the yard to help with the work.

"Xueheng, call the funeral supply store and have them send over everything we need."

Yan Xueheng, with a similarly solemn expression, agreed.

"it is good."

"Xueyuan, contact Uncle Liu at the East Suburb Crematorium and ask him to reserve two furnaces for us."

"receive!"

After arranging these matters, Yan Jiefang strode into the west wing.

"Slap~ Slap~"

He slapped Yan Jiecheng and his wife, who were still searching, twice each.

Just as the two were about to get angry, they saw that it was the second brother, Yan Jiefang, and immediately became obedient.

Others may not know much about the second brother, Yan Jiefang, but they certainly know what kind of personality he has.

Don't be fooled by his usual amiable demeanor; when it comes to real trouble, he can be ruthless!

He runs a small restaurant and encounters countless troublemakers every year, let alone such a large company.

Without some tricks up your sleeve, the company would have been no longer owned by the Yan family!

"Jiefang, you can't blame us for only focusing on making money."

The funerals for our parents will definitely cost a lot of money. Your sister-in-law and I only run a small business, where would we get the money to handle that?

This is what it means to take from the people and use it for the people!

Hearing this, even Yan Jiefang, with his pride, almost laughed in anger:

"Get out of here and just lend a hand if you see Xueqian and the others need help. Don't worry about anything else."

Yan Jiecheng and his wife seemed to want to say a few more words, but when they looked up and saw Yan Jiefang's cold gaze, their hearts trembled, and they quickly agreed:

"Okay, I'll do as you say. You're in charge!"

Not long after, Yan Jiekuang and his wife Yan Jiedi also arrived.

With many hands making light work, the mourning hall was quickly set up, and the bodies of Yan Bugui and his wife were placed into the ice coffin one after another.

After the Taoist priests who were invited finished performing a simple ritual, the bodies of Yan Bugui and his wife were sent directly to the East Suburb Crematorium for cremation.

Tomorrow is the Lunar New Year, but Yan Jiecheng, who should be in charge, is completely ignoring it. Meanwhile, the second brother, Yan Jiefang, and the third brother, Yan Jiekuang, have long since severed ties with them. This is enough for them.