The courtyard house, without the script of Sha Zhu.

Chapter 90 Demotion and the Cold Resentment of the Three Brothers

Only then did Yan Jiegui finally realize that the principal in front of him didn't simply want to deduct his salary and be done with it.

So he hurriedly began to plead for mercy, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Principal, I have worked diligently for our school for so many years. Even if I haven't made any great contributions, I have certainly put in a lot of hard work. The key thing is that you should know that our house was also burgled before. There are three children in my family. If I don't save money now, they may end up as bachelors. I am only thinking about them, which is why I have to cut back on food and clothing."

Upon hearing these words, the principal calmed down for a moment.

Although I knew that Yan Bugui was pleading for leniency, upon closer reflection, it was indeed true.

Three boys—just their weddings alone will be a considerable expense.

Not to mention that when the children grow up, the father will have to find a job for them, and even after the children get married, they won't be able to live with their parents.

Despite realizing that the other party had some kind of hardship, the principal, considering the current public opinion, ultimately looked at Yan Bugui and gave the order.

"I am aware of your current situation, but your reputation is already ruined. If you continue to teach under these circumstances, it will cause unrest in the school."

"Therefore, after careful consideration, the school has reassigned you to the position of librarian, and your salary has been reduced from 298,000 to 228,000 per month."

The moment he finished speaking, Yan Bugui felt as if the sky had fallen.

You have to understand, right now, with just 298,000 yuan, the five of them are already living a tight life, and he still wants to save money, so he's reduced it to 228,000 yuan.

That's even below the poverty line of 50,000 coins per person.

So Yan Fugui immediately chose to continue playing the victim.

"Principal, this won't do. There are five people in my family. If this happens, my family will really starve to death, and we'll fall below the so-called poverty line that was only recently introduced."

However, the principal remained completely unmoved at this moment.

"Don't you still have a wife? Let her make some matchboxes every month, and that'll be enough for you to live on. Besides, there are five people in your family, two of whom are children. The poverty line of 50,000 yuan per month is for adults, not children."

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui's face turned ashen.

He had naturally already had Yang Ruihua do the pasting of the matchboxes the moment his house was burgled.

After all, with their own resources wiped out like this, they had to find other sources of income.

Seeing that Yan Bugui was still trying to play the victim, the principal waved his hand impatiently.

"Do you know how much trouble you've caused the school? If it weren't for the fact that you've been teaching for so many years, you wouldn't even be the librarian; you'd probably be assigned to cleaning toilets. You could even resign if you didn't want to. This was the result of my insistence on reasoning with you. Do you know how many people are unhappy with you?"

Upon hearing what followed, Yan Fugui instinctively shuddered.

You have to understand that he is a teacher. If he were to clean toilets, not only would his supposedly scholarly family reputation be completely ruined, but more importantly...

Currently, cleaning toilets only earns 185,000 yuan a month.

It's embarrassing, tiring, and the pay is low.

Thinking about it this way, the position of librarian seems acceptable now.

Therefore, Yan Fugui could only accept the decision dejectedly.

After leaving the office, he felt that all the teachers and even students around him were looking at him, pointing and whispering about his disheveled appearance.

This ignited Yan Fugui's resentment towards Cao Wei.

He knew very well that this was most likely done by the other party, and he hadn't offended that many people in his daily life, had he?

Indeed, at least in Yan Fugui's current view, he could never have offended so many people on a normal day, and even though Erlian had already pointed this out, he was unwilling to accept this fact.

After returning home dejectedly, Yang Ruihua couldn't help but show concern for Yan Fugui, who seemed to have lost his soul.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Fugui, on the other hand, smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

"It's over, everything is over now."

"I went from being a teacher to a librarian, and my salary dropped by 70,000 yuan."

"What?!"

Upon hearing the news, Yang Ruihua gasped in shock and almost fainted.

What does 70,000 yuan mean to the Yan family?

That's roughly equivalent to feeding five people and covering half a month's living expenses.

Of course, this is based on eating sweet potatoes all day long, and one bowl of cornmeal porridge per person every day.

So, even if Yan Bugui were actually assigned to clean toilets, he could still survive with his family, but that would be all he could do.

For someone like Yan Bugui, who values ​​money above all else, the little he had managed to save during this period after losing his savings gave him a glimmer of hope.

As a result, I learned that my salary had been reduced by 70,000 yuan.

This is 70,000 per month, which adds up to nearly one million per year.

Over ten years, that's almost eight million.

In twenty years, the number has exceeded ten million.

Just thinking about the huge amount of salary he lost made Yan Fugui feel heartbroken and unable to breathe, after all, he was still a long way from retirement.

Although it's not certain that someone can work for twenty years, each person's retirement pension is still determined based on their position before death.

The retirement pension of a librarian is obviously not comparable to that of a teacher.

Based on this calculation, they have lost at least 20 million.

Upon realizing this, Yan Bugui was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe and collapsed.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ruihua immediately panicked and hurriedly greeted Zhou Zuo's three sons.

"Get your dad to the hospital quickly!"

However, the three sons looked at each other but none of them made a move, and the reason was simple.

Over the years, Yan Bugui has almost exhausted all his filial piety, especially after learning that his family had a huge sum of money but lived such a life every day.

At this moment, they are also affected by the rumors, and are even pointed at on the street every day.

In this situation, should we ask them to help?

That was a no-brainer, and Yan Jiecheng, as the leader, couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark at that moment.

"Mom, our family just got to the hospital, and I bet Dad will be tumbling out of there by now."

Hearing this, Yang Ruihua was furious, but all she could do was point at Yan Jiecheng and curse him for being unfilial, unable to say anything else.

There was nothing Yang Ruihua could do, because she knew very well that this was the truth. Under these circumstances, Yan Bugui learned that he was also in the hospital.

It's entirely possible that they might run away in a panic because they're worried about the money.

So, Yang Ruihua had no choice but to use a basin of water to wake the other person up again.

Yan Bugui glared fiercely in the direction of the Cao family with eyes that seemed to devour people, and spoke viciously.

"It must have been that little bastard! Aaaaah! I'll never forgive him! I'll kill him!"