I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

"Treason?"

These two words struck He Yuzhu like a thunderbolt. His face turned deathly pale, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. His eyes were vacant, and he muttered to himself, "Impossible... This can't be... My uncle isn't that kind of person..."

Just then, with a creak, the door to the Jia family's house suddenly opened, and Qin Huairu and Song Dahua walked out looking "anxious."

Qin Huairu quickly stepped forward, her face full of worry, and said, "Oh dear, don't talk about this in the yard, it's not a good look! Come inside, I've left you some food to tide you over. This matter requires everyone's cooperation; otherwise, we definitely won't be able to rescue Uncle Guo! Don't you agree, Uncle?"

Yi Zhonghai and Xu Damao exchanged a glance, both seeing satisfaction in each other's eyes.

Without saying a word, the two men lifted up He Yuzhu, who was limp and still muttering to himself, and dragged him into the Jia family's house, slamming the door shut.

Zhou Weiguo stood hidden in the corner of the house, watching his silly son, Zhuzi, stare blankly like a silly roe deer, completely flustered and helpless. He shook his head helplessly, then silently turned and walked into the kitchen, his footsteps so light they made no sound.

On the other side, Qin Huairu's face was extremely ugly, her eyes fixed on Song Dahua beside her. She took a deep breath to suppress her anger, leaned close to Song Dahua's ear, and whispered, "Second Aunt, what exactly do you want? There's really nothing here, can you go back first?"

Song Dahua rolled her eyes, the wrinkles around her eyes radiating sarcasm. She lowered her voice and retorted, her tone brimming with confident certainty: "Qin Huairu, don't play dumb with me. Do you think I'm blind? I'll only ask one thing: agree, and I'll help you completely control Sha Zhu; don't agree, and don't blame me for flipping the table right here, and nobody will get things done smoothly!"

Qin Huairu's lips twitched, but she could only steel herself and urge, "Then please make it clear! What exactly are your requirements? Stop beating around the bush!"

A glint of triumphant joy flashed across Song Dahua's eyes. She leaned forward, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of smugness, "I want a workstation in the cafeteria kitchen. Think about it, what if my husband Lao Liu comes back? Neither of us will have a proper job. Wouldn't we be the subject of gossip in the compound? Having a workstation will allow us to hold our heads high."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huairu's face darkened even more, her eyes filled with shock, anger, and disbelief. Just as she was about to retort, Song Dahua cut her off.

"Qin Huairu, don't think I'm asking for an exorbitant amount."

Song Dahua patted her chest, looking confident. "Shazhu is the cafeteria manager now. It's better for me to help you keep him under control than for me to help him fight you, right? Once you've completely got him wrapped around your little finger, giving me a crappy workstation will be a piece of cake. If all else fails, you can give me Yu Li's workstation. I'm not picky!"

Qin Huairu gritted her teeth, her cheeks puffed out, and after a long while, she managed to say, "Alright, I understand. We need to discuss this with Uncle Yi and the others before we can decide."

"Let's discuss it then."

Song Dahua shrugged indifferently, her tone dripping with threat, "Anyway, if you dare to back out, I'll go straight to the factory and report you! I'm barefoot, why would I be afraid of you guys wearing shoes? It's better to fight to the death!"

Qin Huairu's face turned extremely ugly, but she didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal.

She glanced furtively at He Yuzhu outside the house, and seeing that he wasn't paying attention, she quickly pulled a crumpled little paper packet from her pocket, opened it with trembling fingers, and poured all the white powder inside into a rough porcelain cup. Then she picked up chopsticks and stirred it repeatedly, making the powder at the bottom of the cup rustle, until it was completely dissolved and the water in the cup became slightly cloudy.

Song Dahua stood aside, watching everything clearly. A cold smile, as if to say, curled at the corner of her lips. Her eyes were full of disdain, and she didn't say another word from beginning to end.

Qin Huairu looked up at Song Dahua with a warning in her eyes and deliberately lowered her voice to instruct, "This cup belongs to Shazhu. Others will use different cups later. Don't mix them up. No one can bear the responsibility if something happens!" After saying that, she grabbed the rough pottery teapot on the table and stuffed it into Song Dahua's hand.

Song Dahua took the teapot without hesitation and quickly walked out of the house.

Holding the cup of medicine powder, she instantly put on a fake smile, feigning concern: "Oh dear, Zhu Zi, don't be so anxious. Have some water and calm down. We're all here to help you and find a solution for Weiguo!"

At this moment, He Yuzhu was completely flustered, his mind buzzing with thoughts of Zhou Weiguo's troubles, and he didn't notice anything amiss in Song Dahua's tone.

He blankly reached out, took the cup, and casually placed it on the table beside him, staring blankly at the ground.

Inside the room, Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu, and the others secretly stared at He Yuzhu, their eyes filled with urgency, hoping he would quickly pick up the cup and drink the water. However, He Yuzhu acted as if he hadn't seen the cup and hesitated to reach out.

Seeing this, Yi Zhonghai quickly stepped forward, patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder, and said in a reassuring tone, "Zhuzi, have some water first, don't panic. The worst thing you can do in a situation like this is to lose your composure. If we stay calm, we can come up with a solution, right?"

He Yuzhu just mechanically shook his head, remaining silent and sitting there blankly, like a soulless puppet.

Meanwhile, Zhou Weiguo, who was invisible, had already taken a clean, empty cup from the inner room and filled it with a full cup of clear, cool spiritual spring water.

He carried his cup, his steps as light as a cat's, and silently walked behind the group, observing the situation like a bystander, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Seeing that He Yuzhu was unyielding, the second aunt became anxious. Her eyes darted around, and a plan came to her mind.

She turned and ran into the house, wanting to get a few more cups, thinking to herself: if the others drink first, Sha Zhu might drink too!

Just as the second aunt rushed into the house, Zhou Weiguo's eyes flickered slightly, and he quietly lifted his toes and gently kicked the wooden stool leg under He Yuzhu's buttocks.

The wooden stool slid to the side in an instant, and He Yuzhu lost his balance, falling heavily to the ground with a "thud," letting out a muffled groan of pain.