Courtyard House: My System - Artificial Human

"Comrade Lin, I believe what you say. I will definitely investigate thoroughly when I get back. But this matter is not over yet, and we did not wrong He Daqing!"

After finishing speaking, Master Niu snorted coldly at He Daqing and the others before leaving.

He walked quickly, and Qiangzi and Cai Quanwu could only smile ingratiatingly at Lin Weidong before following him.

With their own grievances, none of the three paid any attention to Fan Jinyou, who was still lying on the ground. Pian'er Ye was also too preoccupied with being tormented by Xu Damao to care about him.

Seeing an opportunity in the crowd, Yan Bugui ran over in a few steps.

"Young man, young man, do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

Fan Jinyou was lying on the ground, feeling dizzy. He thought it was Pian'erye and immediately raised his hand happily.

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Then it's settled, you have to give me a dollar if I take you to the hospital."

"What!?" Fan Jin sat up from the ground in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

"Tsk! What are you getting so worked up about, young man? Let me tell you..."

……

Lin Weidong was dissatisfied that Yan Bugui, who had made no contribution, had suddenly become so enthusiastic.

While he was bargaining with Fan Jinyou, Lin Weidong looked at He Daqing and the others.

"Master Xu, Master Yi, what you two are doing, roughhousing is one thing, but why did you beat someone to death? If this causes serious injury, you'll be in jail!"

It goes without saying who beat Fan Jin; a dozen pairs of eyes were watching.

Xu Fugui was concerned about whether his son was injured, but Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt a pang of anxiety and quickly explained.

"I was just furious that he hurt the kids in the neighborhood!"

He wondered what Lin Weidong meant... Was he going to sabotage him again by reporting him to be sent for reformatory work?

"That's what they say, but we don't have any evidence yet. How will you explain it when the police ask? How can our neighborhood have a good reputation if someone goes in every now and then?"

"How would the police know..." Yi Zhonghai muttered to himself, glancing at Lin Weidong, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

You fucking Yi Zhonghai, are you making up stories about me in your mind again? I wasn't even targeting you right now, okay?

Having paranoia is really something...

Lin Weidong cursed inwardly, but said with an annoyed expression.

"Do you think they're home alone? It's no wonder they called the police after being beaten like that!"

"Ah!? What should we do, Xiaolin? I don't want to go in!" Xu Fugui panicked upon hearing this.

He didn't realize this at the time. He thought that since the man was brought by Master Niu, he wouldn't report him to the police because of his gangster-like behavior. He forgot that Fan Jinyou also had a family.

"What else can we do? Let's make amends! Master Yi happens to have a car, so hurry up and take him to the hospital."

Yi Zhonghai was taken aback, never expecting Lin Weidong to be thinking of him, but Xu Fugui was already urging him on.

Lin Weidong wasn't really thinking of him; he just didn't want Yan Bugui to gain any advantage.

Just as Yan Bugui and Fan Jinyou finalized the shipping fee, they saw Yi Zhonghai and the other man come forward to help, their smiles widening.

"Oh, Lao Yi, Lao Xu, thank you so much! I was just about to borrow a car from next door, I almost forgot we have cars in our compound now. Okay, okay, just lend me the car, I'll go..."

"What's it to you, Lao Yan! Go home now." Xu Fugui interrupted him irritably, and Yan Bugui immediately understood and became unhappy.

Why is it that someone always seems to steal my business?

"Hey Lao Xu, you guys are being really unfair! There's always a proper order to things, isn't there? Here's the deal, Lao Yi, I'll pay for your fare, okay? Don't try to take it from me."

Who's stealing? It's clearly you who's stealing our future!

Under Fan Jin's bewildered gaze, Yi Zhonghai began to perform while lecturing.

"Old Yan, look at yourself! All you think about is how you scheme against others in this matter. Our Siheyuan is not like Qianmen; we won't abandon the wounded and leave. Fighting is one thing, but you still have to be a decent person! I'm not trying to be mean, but your behavior is a disgrace to the Siheyuan!"

"That's right, Old Yi is right. Although this kid got his hands on my Da Mao's sack, it's not like we have a life-or-death feud. We can't just stand by and watch him suffer. Kid, don't blame me for hitting you. You'll understand how I feel when you have your own kids. All fathers are the same, right, Old Yi?"

If you can't speak properly, then don't say anything, okay?

Yi Zhonghai's face instantly darkened, and he turned around and got on his bike.

"Old Xu, you push from behind. This kid is badly injured and can't handle any jostling."

……

Seeing Yan Bugui reluctantly watching Yi Zhonghai and the other man lift Fan Jinyou into the car and leave, Lin Weidong sneered inwardly.

Old Yan, you never see him when he's fighting, he's always thinking about making money by transporting the wounded. How can there be such a good deal?

Hopefully, he can see the situation clearly and become more proactive soon.

Speaking of being positive, He Yuzhu certainly lived up to that today.

Thinking of this, Lin Weidong took out cigarettes from his pocket and offered them to He Daqing, Liu Haizhong, and the others.

He counted the number of people, and the cigarette box was just empty after he finished handing out cigarettes to Jia Dongxu.

Then, under He Yuzhu's hopeful yet disappointed gaze, he touched the other pockets on his body.

"Hey! There's still some here, Zhu Zi. By the way, don't blame Uncle Lin for hitting you earlier. You did a good thing by defending the reputation of the courtyard house today, but everything in excess is bad. You can't be so violent. There's a lot to it. You should learn from your father and the others!"

Rarely hearing Lin Weidong's praise, He Daqing, smoking a cigarette, was already overwhelmed with surprise and quickly tugged at his son, who was as thick as a porcelain hammer.

"Aren't you going to thank Uncle Lin? Look at you, so silly!"

"Thank... thank you, Uncle Lin." He Yuzhu held a cigarette, revealing a simple and honest smile, and unconsciously touched the back of his neck.

It still feels slightly burning when I touch it.

But deep down, he was happy after receiving recognition.

Ultimately, like Jia Dongxu, he grew up under the oppression of his parents and had rarely heard praise or compliments over the past ten years.