Courtyard House: My System - Artificial Human

"Brother Lin, who's that woman? She's so talkative! She called us out in the dead of winter..."

Lin Weidong chuckled to himself, thinking, "What do you mean by 'background'? This is your powerful backer!"

But that was before. Now that I'm here, it's not Wang's place to speak in the courtyard.

He explained to several women, including Jia Zhangshi.

"The staff members of the subdistrict office are responsible for work related to women and children."

"Responsible for women's work? Does that mean they provide any material subsidies?" Jia Zhangshi thought of the team that came to the courtyard to comfort Lin Weidong before the New Year, and couldn't help but feel hopeful.

Lin Weidong is a family member of a martyr, and there is a special unit responsible for providing condolences and assistance. Now, women and children in the family also have dedicated personnel to take care of them...

It has to be said that Jia Zhangshi's idea was quite beautiful; even Lin Weidong couldn't understand her way of thinking.

He was speechless, glancing at Madam Jia pushing the cart away without saying a word.

The women in front of her immediately began to laugh at Jia Zhangshi.

Jia Zhangshi pursed her lips, unconcerned.

"Tch! You guys act like you're not curious at all. What's wrong with me asking? Fine, don't give it to me then!"

Lin Weidong's attitude made it clear that it was impossible, and Jia Zhangshi immediately lost any goodwill towards that so-called Wang cadre.

"Who's like you, always daydreaming? What remarkable contributions have you made, or what outstanding son have you raised? Why should the neighborhood committee give you supplies?"

When Yang Ruihua got the chance, his mouth would fire off like a machine gun, full of venomous insults.

Madam Jia was no pushover; she put one hand on her hip and pointed at Yang Ruihua with the other, launching into a tirade of abuse.

"Hey! What's it to you, Yang? Did I ask you? Mind your own business... I was just dreaming, so what? I'm better than your stingy Yan, always scheming and plotting!"

Yang Ruihua's face immediately turned bright red; no one could remain calm in the face of such slander.

"Explain yourself! Who has my husband, Lao Yan, been plotting against?"

"Who are you plotting against? You're plotting against Master He! What? Did you think no one could see through it? Let me tell you, Yang Ruihua, with your family like this..."

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While Jia Zhangshi was ranting and raving, Lin Weidong had already returned to the courtyard.

He paid almost no further attention to the matter of Yan Bugui being envious of the referral fee, since given Yan Bugui's character and He Daqing's personality, it would be difficult for them to gain any advantage.

His initial motivation for having this idea was simply that he didn't want the Yan family to remain uninvolved.

After all, he had gotten rid of everyone in the hospital who could participate, and even the old deaf man who couldn't fight was providing Yi Zhonghai with funds behind the scenes.

Are you suggesting that Yan Bugui and his family sit on the shore and watch the show?

Is this appropriate?

As a core character in the story of the courtyard house, one must have a sense of collective honor and participate in everything!

Lin Weidong pondered this in his mind and, without delaying anything, assigned the newly created clones to their designated locations.

Currently, including his overseas clones, he has more than a hundred people in the public eye, with connections in various industries, and together they form a considerable force.

But compared to the vast global landscape, it is still just a drop in the ocean.

The main point is that clones are not born with power; they need time to grow.

However, with the current prestige of the capital, there will definitely be many film and television characters coming to Beijing in the future, making it easy to collect rewards.

Thinking about this filled Lin Weidong with hope for the future.

He flipped through the cards in his mind, and in a flash, appeared in the backyard of the silk shop.

Unexpectedly, a surprise awaited him there.

Inside the silk shop, Chen Xueru coldly snatched back a sample of cloth and warned the man opposite her.

"Sir, if you genuinely want to buy materials, we welcome you. But if you're intentionally causing trouble... you should at least consider where you are here!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I didn't cause any trouble... I didn't have any bad intentions, I just wanted to chat with you, comrade..."

Fan Jinyou looked embarrassed, and unconsciously rubbed his fingers, feeling a sharp pain under his nails.

I don't know what this girl ate to grow up so strong! Is it really necessary? She even tore the cloth!

Chen Xueru reacted naturally, realizing his ill intentions. After giving him a warning, she found him still shamelessly making witty remarks, so she simply spoke frankly.

"Don't even think about it. To tell you the truth, I'm already engaged. Please leave; you're not welcome in our shop!"

Fan Jinyou's face stiffened at first, then he seemed to realize something.

Isn't this just an excuse? The Hou family you promised to take all ran away before the new year, so who's going to live with them now?

Ignoring the disapproving looks from the customers in the shop, Fan Jinyou hurriedly left.

As he walked, he thought to himself, "Although my family background is not prominent, I am still a junior high school student and I am quite handsome. Does Chen Xueru have such high standards?"

She's nothing like the easy-going person my sister described!

Fan Jinyou was lost in thought when he suddenly felt darkness in front of him. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a deadpan face blocking his way.

He took a step to the side, and saw the other person follow suit, causing his expression to tighten immediately.

"Comrade, what can I do for you?"

Lin Weidong didn't say anything, but looked Fan Jinyou up and down, thinking to himself that this kid wasn't a good person either!

Perfect timing! Join the chaos in Beijing and have some fun for the men, so you won't have time to think about their women.

"Are you from the front gate?"

"Uh...no, you've got the wrong person, haven't you?" Hearing the other party's unfriendly tone, how could Fan Jin dare to admit it?

Seeing that the other person was much bigger and stronger than him, he stepped back slightly.

"Hey! You dare to lie to me? You're already in Qianmen territory and you still say you're not from Qianmen?"

Lin Weidong didn't care whether he admitted it or not, he slapped him across the face and hit his sinus, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks.

His punches were powerful and heavy; even when he held back, they were still too much for Fan Jin to handle.

He was so badly beaten that he was completely disoriented.

"You better really aren't from Qianmen, or I'll beat you up again next time I see you! None of the people from Qianmen are any good!"

Lin Weidong's final admonition not only reached Fan Jinyou's ears, but was also heard by several passersby.

If it weren't for how powerful his punches and kicks were just now, I would have been tempted to confront him.

What do you mean, "There's not a single good person from Qianmen"? What the hell have we people from Qianmen done to you?

Grandma!

Lin Weidong didn't care at all, since he wasn't using his own face anyway.

He quickly left and walked to a secluded corner, then slipped back to the backyard of the silk shop.

"Honey..." Chen Xueru was at her wits' end when she saw Lin Weidong return and rushed forward, her expression extremely aggrieved.

At that time, Lin Weidong went out to chase after her without saying a word, which terrified her.

"What are you worried about? I know what I'm doing, okay?"

Lin Weidong sighed and gently patted her hair to comfort her, then briefly explained his plan.

Chen Xueru sat up in surprise from Lin Weidong's arms.

"Huh? How come you're... how come you're so bored!"

For a moment, Chen Xueru couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe Lin Weidong's perverse sense of humor.