Courtyard Houses: Starting as a Purchasing Agent

"Tell me, what did my son do wrong?"

Liu Aiguo's expression was resolute.

This is his bottom line.

Xiaolong is indeed a troublemaker, but if a child can't even dig a hole for someone, he doesn't deserve to be my son, Liu Aiguo.

Banggeng injured his hand, so giving him some money is no big deal.

But you must never admit you're wrong.

Admitting his mistake would make Xiaolong hesitant and cautious about his future.

How can we travel freely from now on?

"Qin Huairu!"

Liu Aiguo sneered, "To put it bluntly, this is all about the children, especially your children, who are all adults. A man in his thirties, who drags his mother to his aid when he suffers a little injustice outside, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Who among us hasn't suffered injustice?"

"You're over thirty, and you've stumbled over a minor. Instead of going to find out, you're rushing to tell others. Aren't you ashamed?"

"How embarrassing!"

"I'm just asking you, getting tricked by my son proves you're an idiot!"

"Do you want to spread your son's idiocy everywhere?"

Qin Huairu's face darkened.

That's right!

That's the truth.

If Xiaolong intentionally caused the injury by that thing stabbing the stick, then there's no problem; he must compensate and the person in charge must take responsibility.

But this is because someone else's child is intellectually superior to yours, and you're the one jumping into the pit.

Should we make them take responsibility?

Even if you file a complaint with the court, it won't help.

You did it voluntarily.

You hit yourself with your hand, no one else hit you.

Besides, Qin Huairu still doesn't understand why a gummy candy could pierce her palm.

No one would believe this if I told them, right?

So after thinking about it, she had no choice but to leave with the stick.

Under the moonlight, looking at Bang Geng's already growing beard, Qin Huairu felt particularly sad at this moment: her son is already thirty.

I'm thirty years old.

He's still like a teenager.

Nothing!

It's useless.

Ugh!

……

After Qin Huairu left, everyone continued eating.

Xiao Long looked at Liu Aiguo timidly.

Liu Aiguo smiled and said calmly, "Little Dragon... Little Tiger, remember this!"

"Life is like a battlefield, full of conspiracies and schemes, schemes and harm. Where is there any kindness?"

"Especially back when you were standing on high ground, you were surrounded by open and covert attacks. You had to learn to protect yourself, and even more importantly, you had to learn to retaliate. Tricking others is a skill that's been around for a while now!"

"You did the right thing!"

"This is a world where only the fittest survive; it's not as wonderful as you think!"

Liu Aiguo's gaze swept over the four children.

The children's innocent eyes flickered, their thoughts racing.

I don't know if I understood!

Whether you understand it or not doesn't matter.

There is a difference between people.

Liu Aiguo's biggest wish is for one of his four children to excel, and now it seems that Xiaolong is increasingly showing the potential and ambition to achieve this.

It seems that Xiaolong will be the one to inherit his mantle in the future.

Speaking of this matter, Liu Aiguo was quite conflicted...

Now I can break free from the system, many things can run independently, and I have enough power to protect my family.

It would be great if the system could be inherited by the son.

But!

It doesn't seem like that will work.

There are no rare and precious materials that can modify the human body or intelligence, otherwise I could modify my own son.

Life without extraordinary abilities is so boring.

Unfortunately, no!

nothing!

The system only provides very common supplies; items like the Youth Preservation Pill that was awarded last time are almost impossible to find.

It's no exaggeration to say that in ten years, I'll be younger than my son and daughter!

Can you bear this?

"Xu Damao...do you have any conscience?!"

Just then, a woman's heart-wrenching voice rang out from outside: "I've worked for you for half a year and haven't been paid a single penny... The New Year is almost here, and we haven't even bought any New Year's goods yet. How can you be so heartless!"

Wow!

Another juicy story to tell.

The neighbors gathered around one by one.

It turns out that Yi Zhonghai had been working for Xu Damao for half a year.

It was agreed that no salary would be paid, but the profits would be split 30/70, with Xu Damao taking 70% and Yi Zhonghai taking 30%.

But to everyone's surprise, Xu Damao didn't give Yi Zhonghai a single word.

Yi Zhonghai was too embarrassed to ask for the money.

But Aunt Yi couldn't hold back any longer.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, can you really stand not having a single penny at home?

Xu Damao came out of the house, burping.

"Oh dear, Auntie Yi, what's the rush?" Xu Damao said calmly, "It's not that I'm not giving it to you, it's just that I haven't made any money yet. I used all my profits from before the New Year to buy steel, so where am I going to get the money now!"

"How about this, I'll give you a hundred yuan first, so you can buy some New Year's goods!" Xu Damao generously pulled out a hundred yuan: "You'll definitely be able to split the profits at the end of next year!"

puff……

This old lady is about to vomit blood.

Damn, we have to wait until the end of next year?

This……

Is that so?!

"You heartless bastard!" Aunt Yi was about to collapse: "Don't you know how late Lao Yi works for you every day? He even trains your apprentice. Do you think that once your apprentice is trained, you won't need Lao Yi anymore?"

"So you don't have to pay this money?"

Upon hearing Aunt Yi's words, Xu Damao's face immediately turned ugly.

That's right!

That touched a nerve.

Chapter 235 Liu Aiguo's Financial Aid to Yi Zhonghai

Xu Damao's plan was simple: to use Yi Zhonghai and then drag him along.

Originally, it was agreed with Yi Zhonghai that the profits would be split 30/70, and that Yi Zhonghai would be paid settlements periodically.

But Xu Damao changed his mind.

why?