The courtyard house, without the script of Sha Zhu.

With Yan Fugui's collapse, apart from Yang Ruihua, no one else cared. On the contrary, Liu Haizhong suddenly felt something.

Five million isn't so bad, it doesn't seem like it's unacceptable.

If you work hard, you can save up enough in a little over a year.

Look at Yan Fugui, his income is not as high as mine, and he even got an extra million after pleading for leniency.

Given the stark contrast between the two, there was no sense of injustice, so Liu Haizhong decided against continuing the argument.

You should know that his job nowadays is not just as simple as five million.

At the same time, seeing this, Jia Zhangshi, who was standing to the side, seemed to have temporarily forgotten her grief and couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm dying of laughter. We went to beg for mercy, and that little bastard ended up making you give him an extra million."

Already annoyed by Yan Fugui's fainting, Yang Ruihua glared fiercely at Jia Zhangshi and sneered sarcastically.

"Yes, yes, we do need to contribute an extra million, but that's only six million. Your Jia family, on the other hand, is going to contribute eight million."

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhangshi's smile vanished instantly.

There was no other way; they had to come up with a whopping eight million.

To be honest, at that moment, she subconsciously wanted to summon Lao Jia again.

They wished they could hang themselves right at the other person's doorstep.

But in the end, she couldn't help but look at Yi Zhonghai.

After Jia Dongxu subconsciously looked at Yi Zhonghai as well, just as Yi Zhonghai was in a dilemma, Li Mei's voice rang in his ear.

"Old Yi, if it weren't for this, the Jia family would have forcibly occupied the house, and you wouldn't have been beaten at all, and you wouldn't have had to pay this money."

These words seemed to instantly bring Yi Zhonghai to his senses.

yes?

Why was he beaten, and even ended up in a situation where he might go to jail?

Isn't it all because they want to stand up for the Jia family?

If I hadn't gotten involved in this matter, I wouldn't have been beaten, and I wouldn't have needed to take out those seven million either.

More importantly, Wang Mei's words served as a reminder to him.

Logically speaking, Jia Dongxu is his disciple and should obey his every word. However, this sudden move, and his last-minute attempt to reserve a room in advance, must have been influenced by his own mother, Jia Zhangshi.

This made him dislike Jia and Zhang, and also made him reflect on his current situation.

Now that Sha Zhu has moved away, a little beast whose background I can't possibly know has arrived.

Although dealing with him is definitely necessary, the current situation also means that he needs Jia Dongxu even more.

If he continues to give in this way, he will only be putting in a lot of effort for little reward.

Moreover, he knew very well that the Jia family had some savings before, plus the compensation from the factory after Old Jia's death.

Although it's difficult to come up with eight million, it's definitely possible to scrape together the money.

Under such circumstances, if the Jia family's assets are depleted, they will have no choice but to rely on themselves even more.

Wouldn't that allow me to better control my good disciple?

This is especially true for Yi Zhonghai, who is naturally driven by an insatiable desire for control.

He suddenly felt that being beaten might actually be a good thing?

Faced with the almost explicit gazes of the two men, Yi Zhonghai coughed and then began to wail.

"My wife's illness requires medication every month, and with this additional expense, I need to come up with a lot of money. Dongxu, I can lend you some, but I can't give you much more."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jia Zhangshi's face turned extremely gloomy.

That was almost identical to the bottom of a pot.

In her view, the money that Yi Zhonghai had given away belonged to the Jia family, and yet now that it was time, they still hadn't come up with it.

In this way, she subconsciously summoned Lao Jia again.

"Old Jia, come up and take a look! Not only are there some little beasts trying to drive our family to our deaths, but your good brother Yi Zhonghai is also just sitting idly by at a time like this."

This really infuriated Yi Zhonghai.

Just then, Jia Dongxu quickly spoke up, "Mom, stop talking."

Then Jia Dongxu smiled and looked at Yi Zhonghai, but Yi Zhonghai, feeling that his injuries had been almost healed, remembered the doctor's instructions.

There's no need to continue recuperating in the hospital; you can simply go home and rest for half a month.

After all, Cao Wei still needed to extort money from them, so he couldn't possibly beat them to death; it was just a minor fracture.

With Wang Mei's help, Yi Zhonghai simply walked out of the ward.

He remained completely silent throughout.

This left Jia Zhangshi completely dumbfounded, and before she could speak again...

Jia Dongxu tugged at Jia Zhangshi's sleeve and then gave her a meaningful look.

The mother and son briefly left the ward and went to the corridor.

With a displeased look on her face, Madam Jia Dongxu spoke.

"Dongxu, this old widower still refuses to hand over the money even at this point. You wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jia Dongxu interrupted him, looking somewhat weary.

"Mom, can you please listen to me first?"

"My master has already suffered a loss in this matter. If we wait a couple more days, will nothing happen?"

When Madam Jia saw that her eldest son was about to blame her, she immediately started crying and wailing again.

"Old Jia, come up here quickly! I've raised your son with so much difficulty, and now he's talking about his own mother because of a stranger! I can't live anymore..."

Seeing his mother bring up this tactic again, Jia Dongxu felt utterly exhausted, but still looked at Jia Zhangshi helplessly and said...

"Mom, the reason you summoned Dad up here is because my master suffered a loss. If we had listened to him, this wouldn't have happened. The key is that he was beaten up because of me and now he has to pay compensation. Do you think it's possible for us to get my master to hand over all that money with just a few words?"

"Since this widower took you as his apprentice, his money should belong to the Jia family."

Despite her son's insistence, Jia Zhangshi was still somewhat unconvinced and couldn't help but mutter a rebuttal.

Jia Dongxu rolled his eyes and shrugged, saying, "Fine, then go ahead and make a scene. When this master really wants to sever ties with me, see if I can find a better master."

This immediately deflated Jia Zhangshi.

She knew very well that the reason her Jia family could live and eat at Yi Zhonghai's house without any scruples was simply because he was childless. Besides that, finding him a better master was probably unrealistic.

After all, the number of people without offspring in this era is comparable to that of the future.

However, for Jia Zhangshi, who valued money more than her son, to spend such a large sum of money herself was like cutting off her own flesh.

"Anyway, all my money is with you. If I lose my job and can't get married, and things really come to a head, do you think my dad will let you off the hook?"

Jia Dongxu took a deep breath, finished speaking, and returned to the ward.

This really put Jia Zhangshi in a bind. Her tiny, beady eyes darted around as if she were going through a very painful struggle.

Meanwhile, Yan Fugui, who had just woken up in the ward, was cursing Yang Ruihua.

Five million was already a huge debt for the Yan family, and now another million has been added, and this increase was caused by their own initiative to ask for it.