Chapter 2371
Battle at the Yan Family Police Station 1
As comrades who had been in cahoots for many years, Yan Bugui still remembered to bring Yi Zhonghai his breakfast that morning.
"Old Yi, you eat first, my wife and I are going out for a bit."
After Qin Huairu moved away, Yi Zhonghai became extremely sensitive.
Upon hearing that Yan Bugui was moving away, Yi Zhonghai's eyes widened in surprise.
"Old Yan, you're moving too."
Seeing Yi Zhonghai's expression, Yan Bugui feared he wouldn't be able to handle the blow and didn't dare tell the truth.
"No. I'm going to sue my four unfilial sons. My wife and I went to the police station yesterday."
The police station said they would mediate for us today.
I'm leaving now.
Yi Zhonghai didn't stop him, because he knew it would be useless.
He just stared blankly at Yan Bugui's departing figure, without saying a word.
Li Yongqiang passed by his house and simply shook his head.
He simply couldn't understand how Yi Zhonghai could play such a winning hand so poorly.
If a few wealthy people emerge from other courtyard houses, the entire courtyard will become wealthy.
In the No. 95 compound, half the residents became rich, while the other half became poor.
Yi Zhonghai, who was once so successful, is now almost homeless.
Li Yongqiang's lament was just that—lament. He simply didn't have the guts to help Yi Zhonghai.
Inside the police station, the four siblings of the Yan family all started complaining about Yan Bugui as soon as they met.
One person said Yan Bugui was a scoundrel, while another said he couldn't control him.
In short, they all meant they didn't want to take care of Yan Bugui and his wife.
The police officers standing nearby were speechless after hearing what they said.
Based on their extensive experience in handling cases, they could conclude that this mediation would not be successful.
Soon, facts proved them right.
After Yan Bugui and his wife arrived, the mediation began.
The person in charge of mediation was the instructor from the local police station.
The instructor had barely started speaking when Yan Jiedi interrupted him.
When the police station contacted Yan Jiedi yesterday, they learned that Yan Jiedi was Luo Hong's wife.
Being interrupted, there was nothing I could say.
Yan Jiedi said bluntly, "You don't need to say anything. We've calculated everything very clearly about our family matters."
From the age of five, my parents meticulously calculated the debts of gratitude they owed me for raising me.
How much money did it take to conceive me, how much money did it take to give birth to me, and how much money did it take to raise me?
These things were planned long ago.
I've paid off all those debts.
They raised me for eighteen years, and I paid off the debts owed to the Yan family for fifteen years.
After severing ties with them, I still paid back for five years.
Not only that, I also paid them interest.
I don't owe them anything.
When Yan Jiecheng and the other two saw Yan Jiedi speak, they all began to recount their own experiences of repaying their debts.
The instructor realized he was somewhat superfluous. Even the judge, if present, couldn't match the meticulous calculations of the Yan family.
They've never been this meticulous in handling cases.
Can you imagine charging your children for a cup of hot water at home?
The instructor couldn't imagine it.
Yan Bugui and his wife were speechless after being cornered by their four children. They could only ask their children to support them by claiming they were unable to provide for them in their old age.
To put it bluntly, they are just taking advantage of their parents' status to act like scoundrels.
Yan Bugui and his wife used Yi Zhonghai's theories as a weapon to demand that their children fulfill their obligations.
The children of the Yan family adhered to the family rules and refused to yield an inch.
The instructor listened for a long time, only to find that he couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Helpless, he could only use the excuse of needing to urinate to run away.
When the director saw him come out, he asked curiously, "Is the mediation over?"
The instructor smiled wryly: "This is the first time I've ever seen something so bizarre."
After recounting the general events, the instructor added, "I understand now why Deputy Director Luo sounded so rude when I called him yesterday. Director, are you deliberately setting me up?"
The instructor was recently transferred here.
In fact, the reason the instructor was transferred here is related to Yi Zhonghai and a few others.
Their acquisition of the No. 4 Cotton Mill caused quite a stir. Not only were a large number of corrupt officials arrested, but several officials with family members residing abroad were also apprehended.
To send their children to study in the United States, they were willing to betray the interests of their country.
When the authorities discovered that Yi Zhonghai and others had also participated, they concluded that the problems in Jiaodaokou were too serious and needed to be rectified.
The director was actually more unlucky than the instructor. He had only arrived a year earlier than the instructor, but he was implicated by Yi Zhonghai and others.
"What's so strange about this? There are plenty of bizarre things that happen in that courtyard house."
These past few years have been relatively good.
"Back in the 1960s and 70s, when those old men were in their prime, they did things you can't even imagine."
"How did you know?" the instructor asked curiously.
Things that happened twenty or thirty years ago are rarely mentioned by people.
The station chief pointed to a young police officer who had just entered the station: "His father is a veteran police officer in our station, and he has always been in charge of matters in the neighborhood."
While the two were chatting, a fierce argument broke out in the other room.
Upon realizing the situation was bad, the two rushed into the house and subdued both sides.
"What's all the noise about? I've lived for decades and I've never seen a family like yours."
The father is not the father, and the son is not the son.
Yan Bugui, your responsibility is the greatest.
Yan Bugui blushed and protested, "Chief, you can't say that."
Life was tough for my family back then. If I hadn't been frugal, how could I have raised them?
"Even if you're frugal, you're not as frugal as some people are." The director was very dissatisfied with Yan Bugui.
If he weren't wearing these clothes, he would never have paid any attention to Yan Bugui.
Yan Bugui felt somewhat dissatisfied and also a little scared after hearing what the director said.
"How can you, as a police officer, support their unfilial behavior?"
"I didn't say I supported them," the director said with a dark expression.
Despite disapproving of what others think, as a police officer, one cannot simply act on impulse.
"The three of you, as sons, must take on the responsibility of caring for your parents."
This is your duty as children.
Out of respect for Luo Hong, the director deliberately ignored Yan Jiedi, his daughter.
Yan Jiecheng and the others exchanged glances and said directly, "We are not able to take care of him. My father still owes a lot of debt."
"That's right. We can't take care of it ourselves, so let those who are capable take care of it."
"That's right, whoever is capable now should take care of them."
The three brothers directly brought the conflict to Yan Jiedi.
Yan Jiedi had long known that her three older brothers were unreliable. So when the three of them came to her asking for the money to rent out their house, she readily paid for it.
Although it was said that the four of them would split the profits equally, Yan Jiedi knew that her share was more than her three brothers combined.
"How could I not take care of them? You said you wanted my parents to move out, but did I pay any rent?"
Is 200 yuan a month in rent not enough?
Don't think I don't know, two hundred yuan is enough to rent a decent place.
"I'm paying the rent, shouldn't the three of you be responsible for taking care of their daily lives?"
Yan Jiecheng and the others were dumbfounded.
Yan Bugui's face showed dissatisfaction: "Well, you three brats dare to play tricks on me."
The rent for the place you rented for me is at most a hundred yuan a month.
Then the Yan family started arguing again.
Finally, the director and the instructor slammed their fists on the table together to quiet the room.
"Shut up, all of you. No one is allowed to speak unless I ask. Yan Bugui, you tell me what your demands are."
Yan Bugui and the third aunt exchanged a glance and then explained the plan they had discussed.
However, he made a last-minute change.
Last night's solution was for the four children to take turns caring for the couple.
Now it's changed; the three sons will take turns caring for her, and Yan Jiedi will pay for it. (End of Chapter)