Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Wang Weidong rode his bicycle to the street police station, said hello to some police comrades he had just met yesterday, and smoked a few cigarettes.

I went straight to the director's office.

Director Han opened the door with red eyes and saw Wang Weidong with a confused look on his face.

This kid, why are you here?

"Brother Han, didn't you tell me this morning to ask more people to come and sit down? I'm here right now." Wang Weidong said and squeezed into the office without waiting for Director Han to let go.

Director Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw Wang Weidong's familiar look.

I was just polite, modest, and out of respect for the master...

He has never seen such a thick-skinned young man.

When Director Han closed the door and turned around, he was even more stunned when he saw what Wang Weidong had done.

This kid has already made two cups of tea and is sitting leisurely on the chair opposite the desk.

Sipping tea, humming some music, and treating this place as your own home.

Ha, this guy is a bit interesting, he doesn't look like a veteran at all.

Director Han also became curious and put the interrogation transcript on the table into the drawer.

He was about to ask Wang Weidong why he was here.

"Pop!" Two red boxes of flowers were thrown on the table.

Director Han took two steps back as if avoiding a bomb.

His face immediately darkened, and he stared at Wang Weidong with sharp eyes.

Angrily: "You are..."

Wang Weidong smiled cynically and said: "Brother Patriot asked me to send this to you. He said you like to smoke and always smoke those low-quality cigarettes, which are not good for your health."

Director Han did not believe this statement at all.

He knows the master's nature best. If he could do this kind of thing, he might have become the head of the market.

However, Director Han's expression softened a lot and he said calmly: "Weidong, you are here today just to deliver two boxes of cigarettes to the master, are you?"

"Of course not, the most important thing is to see you, who makes you my brother." Wang Weidong licked his face and smiled.

Director Han has nothing to do with such a thick-skinned person.

He shook his head helplessly: "Tell me, you also know that I, like the master, will not do anything that goes against my principles."

Wang Weidong smiled and said: "Of course, how could I embarrass Brother Han?"

"I just want to know how is Teacher Yan Bugui in our compound?"

Hearing that they were asking about Yan Bugui, Director Han also breathed a sigh of relief: "There is nothing serious about him. We have found out that he is not a speculator. He will be released immediately."

Of course Wang Weidong knew that Yan Bugui would be okay, and the total amount of the bills would not exceed fifty cents.

He just wanted to make sure Yan Bugui hadn't been released yet.

Wang Weidong pretended to be concerned: "Han Suo, can you let me take him back?"

"As you know, we are good neighbors."

Good neighbors? Are there good neighbors in the courtyard?

Director Han stared at Wang Weidong suspiciously for a while, and all he could see from his expression and eyes was concern.

Could it be that this boy is really as warm-hearted as the master said?

It's not against the rules anyway, just be a favor.

"You come with me."

Director Han put two packs of cigarettes into his arms, opened the door, and walked toward the prison area.

From early morning to now, he felt like he was in hell on earth.

The ground here is covered with straw, and the air leaks from all directions, just like an ice cellar.

Just then, a shout came from outside the door.

"Yan Bugui, come out!"

Yan Bugui was shocked. Is this going to be a sentence?

He put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but he stood up twice and failed to stand up. Instead, he fell on Piggy Man.

The Piggy Man was feeling sad for the little Piggy. He reached out angrily and pushed Yan Bugui against the wall.

The hardness of the head and the wall are compared, and they are completely defeated.

"boom!"

Yan Bugui's eyes were filled with stars and his head was buzzing.

"Pull Yan Bugui out!" The police comrade outside the door was obviously impatient.

Yan Bugui was held up by two police comrades and dragged out of the prison.

"Am I going to be sent to target shooting?" Yan Bugui committed the old teacher's old habit again.

He is timid by nature and always thinks of the worst possible outcome.

"You'll know when you get to the place!" The police comrades didn't bother to explain to him.

Just take him out the door.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and there was a sparrow chirping on the dry treetops.

Is this the last time I see sunlight?

Yan Bugui's tears flowed down his cheeks.

In the blur, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him from the light.

"Third uncle, why are you like this?"

Wang Weidong saw that Yan Bugui's face was pale at this time, his eyes were protruding, and his face was full of vicissitudes of life.

I felt very proud in my heart.

This is considered dead grass, and if you include yourself in it, you will be reaping the consequences.

Yan Bugui wiped his tears with the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket. When he saw it was Wang Weidong, he felt relieved as he put down the huge boulder weighing 10,000 kilograms.

It's bright all of a sudden!

Looking to the side, Director Han was also there.

Suddenly he understood that Wang Weidong must have saved him!

"Weidong..." Yan Bugui, who had narrowly escaped death, almost burst into tears and was about to collapse to the ground.

Wang Weidong quickly stepped forward to help Yan Bugui: "Third uncle, it's okay. Let's go back to the courtyard."

"Yeah..." Yan Bugui was extremely grateful.

Of course, before Wang Weidong left, he did not forget to give out cigarettes to Director Han and the police comrades.

"Weidong, come and play when you have time." Director Han also saw Wang Weidong's intention and waved goodbye behind him.

When I left the police station and walked quickly to the courtyard.

Yan Bugui stopped, hesitated, and begged: "Weidong, you can't tell the people in the yard about this matter, especially the two uncles."

If people in the yard find out, not only will the person in charge not be taken seriously, they will also be scolded behind his back.

An old pious woman like Jia Zhang is not afraid of being scolded, but Yan Bugui, a cultural man, still wants to have face.

The third uncle is considered to be the most upright person among the three stewards of the courtyard, but he has two fatal flaws.

The first is his love of calculation. In an era when food and clothing are scarce, it is indeed not easy to raise a large family. It is understandable to be careful with calculations, but it is weird for him to scheme against others and even take advantage of his son.

The second is to look down on others from the bottom of your heart, thinking that you are a cultural person and superior to others.

Today Wang Weidong is going to let him know that if he is too calculating and looks down on others, he will suffer big losses in the end.

Wang Weidong also stopped and looked troubled: "Third uncle, there are rules in our compound. If anything major happens, it must be reported to the three stewards."

"According to this rule, I must tell the first and second uncles about this matter."

This sentence suddenly choked Yan Bugui to death, and he almost couldn't take a breath and choked himself to death.

No, we must not let them know.

"Weidong, can't you hide this matter for your third uncle?" Yan Bugui could only plead.

Wang Weidong looked embarrassed and shook his head resolutely: "Third uncle

"Facts are facts and there is no room for falsehood."

"You asked me to lie without conscience, but I can't do it."

The righteous and awe-inspiring look on his face left Yan Bugui speechless for a moment.

Wang Weidong is good at everything, but he is too honest!

Yan Bugui is very shrewd and knows that honest people also have weaknesses.

Isn't the weakness of Wang Weidong, a big boss, just wanting to marry a beautiful wife?