Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

He ​​is the only one who takes advantage of others, not others who take advantage of him.

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Qin Huairu hung her clothes and sheets to dry on the rope, raised her buttocks, and walked toward Xu Dongqing's house.

"Dongqing, did you just see that the third uncle came back from the countryside with three sacks of stuff? Do you know what they are?" Qin Huairu opened the door.

I saw Xu Dongqing slumped on the sofa like a young man, flipping the pages of a book with one hand and drinking tea with the other. He felt so carefree. I don’t know where this guy got this leisurely heart.

Seeing that Xu Dongqing ignored her, she twisted her steps, sat next to Xu Dongqing, stretched out her thin hands, and pinched his waist.

"Young master, are you talking to me? Why don't you pay attention to me?" Qin Huairu smiled charmingly and stared at the scroll in Xu Dongqing's hand.

Bah!

With a spit, he stood up quickly and did not let Xu Dongqing succeed in his evil plan. He looked at the illustrations in broad daylight and said that you are a scholar, but all you read are crooked books.

With a blushing face, he rolled his eyes.

Xu Dongqing raised her head, looked at the pretty widow, and smiled with natural charm.

"Sister Qin, I was fascinated by what I was watching just now. What were you talking about?" Xu Dongqing was a little confused, mainly because the illustrations were so beautiful. Look at the three heroes fighting Lu Bu...

Haha!

Qin Huairu sneered, knowing that you, a bandit, have no good intentions. Apart from that little thing, what else do you know every day? The key is that this guy can still make money.

God really favors this scoundrel.

"The third uncle just came back with three big bags of stuff. Aren't you curious?" Qin Huairu said again, somewhat displeased.

Xu Dongqing is just an animal. Otherwise, he wouldn't be reading this book during the day. Isn't there any other book to read? And...

Xu Dongqing glanced at the pretty widow indifferently.

"No matter what you pull back, it has nothing to do with us. With how stingy the third uncle is, do you think you can pull something out of his hand?" Xu Dongqing asked.

Qin Huairu was stunned.

Standing there blankly, is this the same reason? The third uncle has been good at calculations all his life, and he will not let go of even an inch. He would rather kill the wrong person than let it go!

If you hide good things first, how can you give them to them? Help...

Is it even more impossible?

Compared with the big man who talks every day, Yi Zhonghai is trying to trick them into helping the poor people, but these three big men just want to save money and directly undermine them?

In order to prevent others from gossiping, the most I can do is give someone a cent or two, which is just enough to fill my teeth. I also want people to be grateful and grateful. After I have money, I will go back immediately.

Relief?

Might as well say borrowing?

What's more appropriate? Under the guise of rescuing people in need, I'm doing business as a businessman, and I see some people have a lot of money in their hands, but they still insist on asking for interest.

The worst I can do is to dig out a piece of potato from your hand.

Did you borrow it or return it?

"That's the same truth, but I think Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai have passed away?" Qin Huairu smiled sweetly, and her smile was a little playful.

There is a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes!

Now that two people have passed, they naturally want to get some benefits from pulling them off. If there is no benefit, they will not be able to do it early, and they are more likely to work together. Why is the courtyard a three-person house?

Aren’t they colluding with each other?

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes, opened the door curtain, and walked out. She saw Yi Zhonghai leaving with a sigh, while Liu Haizhong stayed.

Through the window, can you still see what the two of them are arguing about?

The team is too big to lead!

As the eldest son of the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai is not an ordinary person. He just did not fall out because of love, but Liu Haizhong does not have much say.

Naturally, I have the confidence to fall out.

Anyway, he noticed something was wrong, but because there was an old man present, he didn't have an attack.

"Old Yan, there's no need to pretend. There's more to the things hidden under the bed than just that. The green legs are all exposed."

Liu Haizhong looked sideways at the corner under the bed.

Yan Bugui smiled coquettishly: "Second uncle, nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

Yan Bugui glanced at Yan Jiecheng with some annoyance. He failed to achieve enough and failed more than he did. Liu Haizhong got the handle on such a trivial matter.

What else can I expect from you in the future?

Yan Bugui enthusiastically poured a cup of hot water for Liu Haizhong. He walked under the bed, took out bottles and jars, and placed them on the table. As for the bronzeware, he did not take it out.

Because he feels that bronzes are the most valuable, and since he has studied history for a few years, he naturally knows that the older they are, the more valuable they are.

Ahem!

Liu Haizhong coughed twice, looking at the bottles and cans placed on the dazzling table, he glanced at Yan Bugui with some disgust.

"Lao Yan, just use these things to fool me." Liu Haizhong said with some displeasure.

"Second uncle, don't worry. These are all treasures I collected from the countryside. If you just sell them at the pigeon market, you can still make such a big deal."

Yan Bugui stretched out his fingers and shook them in front of Liu Haizhong.

There is a bit of scorn in the bangs.

"Five yuan?"

"That's the cost. These ten pieces of treasure cost me fifty yuan, which is one month's salary. Are you kidding me here?"

Yan Bugui was a little unhappy.

What an old hater!

I just don’t know the goods. Although I have studied for a few years, I am still far behind him. I don’t know the market at all. I am still talking to myself about how smart I am.

That smart man would give such an ignorant answer.

Liu Haizhong looked at Yan Bugui with some surprise: "You mean fifty-one."

"Yeah."

Yan Bugui nodded. If he didn't get ten times the benefits, he would have taken such a big risk. Wouldn't this make himself more uncomfortable?

Someone once said this: "Capitalists are afraid of no profit or too little profit, just like nature is afraid of a vacuum. Once there is an appropriate profit, capital will be bold. If there is a 10% profit, capital will be guaranteed to be everywhere."

Use; with 20% profit, capital can become active; with 50% profit, capital will take desperate risks; for 100% profit, capital dares to trample all human laws; with more than 300% profit, capital dares to violate

Any crime, even risking hanging."

This is what a great man said.

If there were no huge profits, how could the third uncle do this? He had already been coveting the pigeon market at night, but he was just afraid of being caught.

I just want Xu Dongqing to join in. In this case, everything can be blamed on Xu Dongqing. When something happens, as long as his family does not admit it.

Who can resist him?

It's just that Xu Dongqing is a bit of a thief and didn't take the bait. But since Liu Haizhong has delivered it to his door, can he take advantage of it a little bit?

Yan Bugui looked at Liu Haizhong who was breathing heavily. He was obviously tempted, but he didn't know if he had the guts to go to the pigeon market.

It’s easy to escape in the dark, right?