The courtyard house, without the script of Sha Zhu.

This left Yi Zhonghai somewhat bewildered.

I just came in, didn't I?

Could it be that Li Mei has come to see me?

With this question in mind, Yi Zhonghai arrived.

But after seeing the person's face clearly, he almost instinctively wanted to turn around and leave.

There was nothing she could do; the person who had come to see her was none other than Jia Zhangshi.

He really didn't have a good impression of the other person.

Even setting aside the hospital issue...

He had finally figured it out; if it weren't for Jia Zhangshi's instigation...

There was almost no doubt that he would not be beaten and would not end up in detention.

And most importantly, he would never want to take out those millions of dollars for this, only to have Jia Zhangshi treat him like that in the hospital.

They really think Yi Zhonghai is an easy target.

Jia Zhangshi, whose smile had been plastered on her face, looked at Yi Zhonghai, who had been beaten to a pulp.

At that moment, I almost burst out laughing.

However, the military control committee member glanced at Jia Zhangshi and reminded her, "You don't have much time."

This seemed to instantly awaken Jia Zhangshi to the truth. Yes, she wasn't innocent; he was going to go to jail eventually. The reason the military control commission was temporarily sparing him was because only two members of the Jia family were going to communicate with the victims, which gave him the temporary exemption.

Moreover, seeing Yi Zhonghai's beaten appearance, she couldn't help but worry about her eldest son, Jia Dongxu, and subconsciously couldn't help but speak up.

"Old Yi, is my Dongxu alright?"

Yi Zhonghai didn't even bother to say anything about it.

There was no way around it; he could already foresee that if he spoke up, and Jia Dongxu got beaten up, Jia Zhangshi in front of him would most likely activate her summoning spell again, while blaming him all the while.

So, they simply couldn't be bothered to even speak.

This made Jia Zhangshi's expression turn rather unpleasant.

But in the end, I realized that I was the one asking for help.

So, he still smiled and spoke.

"Old Yi, you know how hard it is for me and my son Dongxu, a widow and I. He still needs to get married, and our family really can't afford that much. Could you reimburse us as much as possible?"

Seeing that Jia Zhangshi had given in, Yi Zhonghai's mood improved a bit, so he casually asked.

"How much can your Jia family contribute?"

"One hundred, not five hundred thousand."

Jia Zhangshi's hasty change of address instantly turned Yi Zhonghai's face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

This person is treating themselves like a fool.

So he looked directly at the guard beside him and said.

"Take me back."

This made Jia Zhangshi anxious, and she couldn't help but continue shouting.

"Old Yi, please don't! You're Dongxu's master, after all."

There was nothing she could do; even at this point, the client still didn't want to spend more money, but she also knew that Yi Zhonghai was a miser.

So, unable to resist, he cautiously and tentatively spoke up again.

"Then our Jia family will contribute 150?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai didn't even bother to turn his head, but simply gave the other party a cold reminder.

"His aunt, if you had listened to me, none of this would have happened. And if it weren't for moving Dongxu, I wouldn't have come in."

At this, Jia Zhangshi felt as if her face was being slapped repeatedly. Wasn't this tantamount to clearly saying that it was her fault?

But now it's finally time to spend the money.

Finally, she spoke for the third time.

"Old Yi, our Jia family can only afford a maximum of 2.5 million. Not a penny more. Think about it, back then you and Old Jia were practically brothers. Now our Jia family is in trouble..."

Faced with Jia Zhangshi's incessant chatter, Yi Zhonghai felt a headache coming on.

"Let me be frank with you, the most I can give your Jia family is fifty or one hundred, after all, my family has to give seven million."

"That won't do!"

Jia Zhangshi's tone instantly rose, then she seemed to realize that she was now the one asking for help, so she could only grit her teeth and smile obsequiously.

"Old Yi, we're in a tough spot, we really can't come up with any more."

In response, Yi Zhonghai merely glanced at Jia Zhangshi and spoke slowly.

"I can only give your Jia family three million at most. This is a loan I made to my apprentice. I won't give you a penny more because of Old Jia. If you don't want to give, then when you and Dongxu finish your prison sentence and are sent to the steel mill, you can go back to the countryside together."

This statement undoubtedly struck at Jia Zhangshi's Achilles' heel: the desire to return to the countryside. After marrying into the city from the countryside, he had almost no contact with his family back home. Now he wanted to go back.

Not only would she have to endure all the pain she had suffered before, but the numerous farm chores were, in her eyes, no different from death.

So, Jia Zhangshi couldn't help but try again, pleading and begging, saying all sorts of nice things, but Yi Zhonghai remained unmoved, and walked out of the military control committee with a gloomy face.

And all the way there they kept cursing Yi Zhonghai for being childless and taking his money to the ground.

Afterwards, when I returned to the courtyard, I told Li Mei about it.

However, Jia Zhangshi chose to say that she was willing to reimburse the full amount, which Li Mei naturally did not believe.

After personally visiting the Military Control Commission, I listened to Yi Zhonghai's analysis that this was a loan, and also involved a relationship between the master and apprentice.

Although somewhat displeased, she still gave Jia Zhangshi three million in the end.

Afterwards, back in her room, Jia Zhangshi fumbled around for a while and finally found a small, dusty iron box under the rice jar, hidden in the crack between the bricks.

Upon opening it, inside were scattered millions of dollars, some gold yuan notes, Yuan Shikai silver dollars, and a gold ring that Old Jia had once given her.

As Jia Zhangshi counted the money with a pained expression, five million was spent, leaving less than one million in the iron box.

The factory had previously lost three million to Lao Jia, plus all the money he had accumulated over the years.

Looking at the scattered coins, less than a million, in the iron box, Jia Zhangshi's face was almost contorted with rage.

However, in the end, he could only carry those eight million and knock on the door of the He family—no, it should be the Cao family's.

Cao Wei was not at all surprised to see Jia Zhangshi appear after opening the door.

There was no movement whatsoever; they simply uttered two words.

"Give me the money."

Meanwhile, Jia Zhangshi, whose pockets were bulging, felt that giving away eight million was even more painful than cutting off her own flesh and bleeding herself. So, with a quick thought, she sat down on the ground to make one last attempt.

"Old Jia..."

"If Lao Jia finds out that you didn't pay, and that Jia Dongxu lost his job and couldn't get married, he might come up here tonight and take you down."

Seeing that Jia Zhangshi was about to cast a summoning spell, Cao Wei directly used poison to fight poison.

This proved to be surprisingly effective, and Jia Zhangshi felt somewhat guilty upon hearing this.

Because if that were really the case, Lao Jia might actually come looking for her.

Seeing that the summoning spell was useless, Jia Zhangshi's eyebrows twitched, as if she had come up with a new idea. So she looked at Cao Wei and couldn't help but speak with a pitiful expression.

"We're a widow and her children, it's not easy for us. Giving us this money is like sending us to our deaths, it makes no difference. How can you accept this money with a clear conscience?"

"Of course it's reassuring, and I'm especially happy with what I've spent. Um, if you really don't want to give this money, that's fine too. Didn't you say that taking this money is equivalent to asking you to die? You can just kill yourself here, and I won't take the money."

Cao Wei spoke with a smile, but he almost made Jia Zhangshi explode with anger. She even had a curse in her mouth until she saw the other party's cold eyes.

The only option was to give the money in his arms to the other party.

Jia Zhangshi left in a daze, and the moment she returned to her room, she burst into a roar, curses, and sobs that sounded like a pig being slaughtered.

There was no other way; it was eight million. This was practically the savings the Jia family had painstakingly accumulated by pooling their money together.

At the same time, this annoyed Cao Wei, who couldn't help but activate his X-ray vision and scan the Jia family.

After that, he casually took the silver dollar and several hundred thousand coins from the iron box.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Consider it compensation for my emotional distress. I'm only asking for such a small amount; you're being too kind."

However, Jia Zhangshi's crying didn't last long before the military control committee arrived...