Courtyard House: Become Stronger Through Blind Dates

He Daqing tightened his grip on his daughter's arm, his face burning with embarrassment.

At this moment, he was filled with mixed feelings, which eventually turned into a long, powerless sigh.

He Yuzhu walked out of the police station and took a deep breath of the cold air outside.

The wrangling with He Daqing and Widow Bai had taken a lot of his energy, but now he felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

He transmigrated here and inherited everything from the original owner, so naturally he also has to bear some responsibility.

Asking He Daqing for money was a last resort, since he had no money in his pocket. He was just an apprentice at Emei Restaurant, and apprentices didn't get paid at this time.

The older generation values ​​learning a trade, starting by working as a servant or doing odd jobs.

Because He Yuzhu had been a chef since elementary school and had solid basic skills, he gained the appreciation of his boss, Master Wu, and received a monthly allowance of 5 yuan, which was better than nothing.

Now that I've taken He Daqing's money, I'll repay it when I take care of him in his old age and see him off in his final days.

He didn't go far. He found a sheltered corner opposite the police station and leaned against it, calmly watching the entrance, waiting for the final outcome.

About half an hour later, he saw Officer Wang and the young officer accompany He Daqing and Bai Guihua out.

He Yushui was being led by the hand by He Daqing, her little face still looking somewhat bewildered.

Bai Guihua's face was ashen, and she seemed to be muttering something under her breath.

He Daqing lowered his head, looking timid and submissive.

Officer Wang saw He Yuzhu in the corner and gestured to He Daqing.

He Daqing raised his head, glanced at He Yuzhu with a complicated look in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then broke free from Bai Guihua's grasp and walked over quickly on his own.

Bai Guihua stomped her foot in place, wanting to follow, but was intentionally or unintentionally stopped by the young policeman, and could only glare resentfully in He Yuzhu's direction.

He Daqing walked up to He Yuzhu, took out a small bag wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, and said, "Here is two million four hundred thousand. Please count it."

He Yuzhu took it, opened the handkerchief, and inside was a thick wad of banknotes.

He didn't actually count them; he just roughly weighed the thickness, then wrapped it up again and stuffed it into the innermost pocket of his clothes.

"Have you received the agreement?" He Yuzhu asked casually.

"Hmm." He Daqing responded listlessly, then paused before finally saying, "Zhuzi, about the job... you really aren't going to the steel mill? I heard that Boss Wu of the Emei Restaurant has been affected by this whole mess, I'm afraid..."

He Yuzhu was startled. What was going on? Could it be that there was another reason why He Yuzhu went to the steel mill in the original drama of his previous life?

He was pondering what kind of turmoil He Daqing was referring to when suddenly a thought flashed through his mind: Five rebellions!!!

This incident arose from the discovery of corruption and embezzlement among government officials during the national call for increased production and conservation.

As a restaurant that became famous throughout Beijing from the moment it opened, Emei Restaurant was frequented by high-ranking officials and dignitaries, so it was inevitable that it would be targeted.

He Yuzhu was completely stunned. This was not what he expected at all. What should he do?

I originally planned to learn from my master and make a living in the restaurant industry, but now even my master is going to lose his job.

This incident will affect most restaurants in Beijing, making it more difficult for them to find new jobs.

"Who did you find to succeed me? Is this person reliable? What's their relationship with Yi Zhonghai?" He Yuzhu asked in a barrage of three questions.

He Daqing was taken aback, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The cafeteria director has a good relationship with Yi Zhonghai. Do you suspect...?"

He Yuzhu spoke first: "It's not a doubt, I'm pretty sure if I go to the steel rolling mill to find him, he'll definitely tell me that the position is gone."

He Daqing frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you remember when you were little, you cooked a meal at the Lou family's house with me? Here's what I'll do: I'll write a letter, and you can take it to Mr. Lou's house."

"Given our years of friendship, he won't abandon you. If Mr. Lou asks you to show off your skills, then cook a table of Tan family dishes for them."

He Yuzhu thought carefully for a moment, remembered the location of the Lou family's house, and nodded, saying, "Okay, bring it to me when you go back to get the property certificate!"

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At 10 a.m., He Yuzhu arrived at the train station alone and bought a ticket for the next train back to Beijing.

Sitting on the rattling train, watching the northern winter scenery rushing past the window, He Yuzhu's heart gradually calmed down.

Overall, the trip to Baocheng turned out better than he had expected.

They successfully returned the rainwater to He Daqing and also obtained 2.4 million yuan and ownership of the three main rooms.

With this money, he wouldn't have to worry about making a living, at least for the time being.

Although the agreement for the house has been signed, we still need to resolve this matter first when we get back, lest things get complicated.

"Yi Zhonghai..." He Yuzhu murmured the name silently, his eyes growing cold.

This old man embezzled the living expenses and job that He Daqing gave him; his heart is utterly despicable!

"Alas, the future is bright, but the road is tortuous!" He Yuzhu sighed to himself.

Without the rain hindering him, he could deal with these beasts on his own without restraint.

He subconsciously tried calling out in his mind again, "System? Are you there? Say something, bro!"

There was still silence, no response.

"Well, it seems there really isn't any. So the only perk I get from being a transmigrator is having foresight?" He Yuzhu pouted, not particularly disappointed.

After all, being able to live again is already an immense stroke of luck.

With his understanding of the plot and his modern mindset, he was confident that he could make a name for himself in this courtyard house.

The train roared along, carrying He Yuzhu, whose thoughts were racing, towards the city of Beijing.