Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Yan Bugui straightened his collar, flicked the straw off his cotton-padded jacket, and said with a kind smile:

"Weidong, there are many single female teachers in our school, how about I introduce a few more to you?"

This sentence suddenly confused Wang Weidong.

I am a single young man living a happy life. Do I need you monsters and monsters to worry about me?

"Teacher Yan, I'm a truck driver. I'm used to being undisciplined and can't stand being restrained by others." Wang Weidong declined quickly.

"Besides, my motherland is not yet strong and prosperous, so why should I call it home?"

Now it was Yan Bugui's turn to be confused.

What does this big boss want?

Is it really an egg without seams?

Yan Bugui thought about it, huddled his hands in his sleeves, and squatted in the cold wind.

Wang Weidong also huddled his hands in his sleeves and squatted opposite him, his dark eyes full of expectation.

Say it quickly, you're a fool.

Don't be reluctant.

Yan Bugui seemed to have thought of something. He was shocked and stared at Wang Weidong in disbelief.

Apart from introducing his wife, all he can do is...

I paid hush money.

Okay, I didn’t expect that Wang Weidong, who looks so honest and honest, is also full of bad ideas.

Staring at the little money I have saved so hard.

Too abominable!

But Yan Bugui also knew that there was no other choice at this time.

Once the people in the compound knew that he was a speculator, how should they treat him?

Yan Bugui pursed his lips and said angrily: "Weidong, I know you have spent a lot of money on my uncle's affairs."

"Well, I've saved some money over the years."

As he said that, he asked tentatively: "How about I give you 1 yuan and we can settle the matter."

Huo, 1 yuan, Yan Bugui is a fool, a shrewd person, and he really deserves his reputation.

"Uncle, your 1 yuan is too big, I can't afford it." Wang Weidong said disdainfully.

1 yuan...too big...

Yan Bugui thought for a moment and realized that Wang Weidong was too young.

"That one and a half yuan, you know it's not easy for me to save money." Yan Bugui gritted his teeth.

Wang Weidong smiled and said nothing.

Yan Bugui's cry of poverty in front of him was of no use at all.

In the original work, Yan Bugui was the first person in the courtyard to buy a TV.

"Those two pieces, no more!" Yanbu's teeth were almost broken.

"Two yuan and ten cents!" Yan Bugui bit his tongue.

...

"Five dollars and eight cents!" Yan Bugui wanted to find a rope and hang himself from the southeast branch.

...

"Eleven dollars and ten cents!" Yan Bugui wanted to go home and get a kitchen knife.

"Okay, eleven dollars and ten cents!" Wang Weidong also felt that the time had come and agreed immediately.

He was afraid that this old teacher who regarded money as life would really be shameless for eleven dollars and a dime.

Then the gain outweighs the loss.

"Now you go and get the money."

Yan Bugui shouted out eleven dollars and ten cents, feeling a little regretful.

If I had known if I had shouted ten dollars and nine cents, I would have saved a penny.

But he was afraid that Wang Weidong would regret it, so he could only stagger home.

The third aunt was kneading the dough. When she saw Yan Bugui entering the room, she said angrily:

"Lao Yan, where did you die all morning?"

How could Yan Bugui be in the mood to pay attention to her? He got into the back room and locked the door.

Climbing beside the bed, he dug out a black ceramic tube from the far corner.

Ignoring the dust on the jar, I opened the lid.

Take out a pair of old cotton shoes.

Open the old cotton shoes and take out a red trousers/panties with silk hangings from inside.

I unbuttoned my red pants/pants, and a roll of banknotes appeared inside.

One cent, two cents...one cent...

Yan Bu Gui clicks again.

worried.

One cent, two cents...one cent.

Yan Bugui ordered it again.

Still worried.

One cent, two cents...one cent.

Yan Bugui clicked again.

Finally relieved.

Alas...this is my life.

Yan Bugui reluctantly took out eleven dollars and a cent from it and put it into his cotton-padded jacket pocket.

Then, roll the remaining money back into the red pants/underwear and stuff it into the jar.

After putting it back in place and eliminating all traces, Yan Bugui opened the door and rushed out.

"Yan Bugui, where are you going? You can't help me!" The third aunt shouted at his back.

"Go help!"

Yan Bugui ran outside the courtyard, where Wang Weidong was standing under the big willow tree waiting.

"Weidong, can't it be less? It's not easy for the third uncle to save such a small amount of money." Yan Bugui clutched a stack of cents, his eyes were red and his voice was a little hoarse.

This is really his fate.

"If you can't bear it, forget it." Wang Weidong said expressionlessly.

"I just don't want to betray my principles."

As he spoke, he sighed and raised his face: "You know, I have always wanted to be a good person."

After saying that, Wang Weidong opened his legs and walked towards the courtyard without looking at Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui became anxious now and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Weidong.

He smiled and said, "Weidong, the third uncle was joking just now."

"Your principles are not expensive at all!"

He was afraid that Wang Weidong would regret it, so he put the banknotes into Wang Weidong's pocket, with a look of hope on his face: "Are we settled?"

Wang Weidong frowned: "Third uncle, I haven't counted yet."

One cent, two cents...one cent.

So, Wang Weidong counted the banknotes one by one under Yan Bugui's reluctant eyes.

Yan Bugui looked at the banknotes that originally belonged to him and held them in other people's hands, his heart bleeding.

Finally, eleven dollars and ten cents was almost gone.

"Uh...I forgot where I clicked just now. Let's start again!"

One cent, two cents...one cent.

For the miser Yan Bugui, every time Wang Weidong counted a banknote, it was like stabbing him with a knife.

After counting the banknotes, Yan Bugui also had daggers inserted all over his body.

"Well, it's just right. Third uncle, you are worthy of being an old teacher and a cultured person. You are worth every penny." Wang Weidong saw Yan Bugui's livid face and did not forget to finish the attack.

"Liangqing?" Yan Bugui was timid.

"Liang Qing!" Wang Weidong nodded.

Only then did Yan Bugui feel relieved and staggered towards the courtyard.

Wang Weidong looked at his back and sneered: From now on, your handle is in my hands.

Yan Bugui was in the pigeon market, and he only had a few scattered bills with him, which was not considered speculative at all.

In fact, the police station did not record him at all.

Otherwise, according to Director Han's upright character, he would not be released so easily.

As long as Yan Bugui doesn't know this, he won't dare to bare his teeth in front of Wang Weidong.

Wang Weidong sneered, put the money into his pocket, and took out a lot of stationery tickets from the ring space.

Get on your bike and walk along the streets and shop from shop to shop.

"Comrade waiter, bring me two pencils and two erasers."

"Okay, thirty-two cents."

"Here are your money and tickets."

Next one.

"Comrade waiter, ten pinyin books and five bottles of ink."

"Two dollars and three cents."

"Here you money, tickets."

...

After visiting more than 30 stores, Wang Weidong spent all of Yan Bugui's eleven yuan.

The canvas satchel is also filled with stationery.

It was already late in the afternoon, and the sunlight dimmed, and when it fell on people, I couldn't feel any warmth at all.

Wang Weidong braved the cold wind and rode his bicycle to Hongxing Primary School.

Teacher Ran was teaching students in class, and the old man in the reception room knocked on the door.

"Teacher Ran, there is a young man outside looking for you."

"Say he's an acquaintance of yours."

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ps: Thank you Dao Zun for the reward