Courtyard House: The Entire Clan's Extraordinary Marriage to Triplets, a Celestial Beauty

Yi Zhonghai, Jia Zhangshi, and the others saw this scene clearly and panicked completely. They knew things were bad; the police's attitude clearly favored Li Dabiao.

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth, relying on his status as a level seven fitter, and stepped forward, deliberately raising his voice to make his presence known: "Comrade, I'm also from Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill! I'm Yi Zhonghai, a level seven fitter from Workshop One!"

At the steel rolling mill, level seven fitters were well-paid and respected. He was certain that once he revealed his identity, the police would give him some face.

But to his utter surprise, the moment he finished speaking, Song Youfu's face darkened, and his tone became stern and impolite: "Who asked you? Stand aside! I'm verifying the case with Comrade Li Dabiao right now, this is none of your business!"

Yi Zhonghai froze on the spot, his face filled with disbelief, the redness and swelling on his face becoming increasingly glaring.

Over the years, thanks to his title of seventh-level fitter, even the workshop director treated him with great respect. In the courtyard, he was a respected elder, and had never been scolded in public like this before.

His previous scheming and arrogance were instantly extinguished, leaving only a panicked helplessness. He couldn't understand why his status was inferior to that of a purchasing department employee from the countryside.

A flash of resentment crossed his eyes, but he dared not utter another word. He could only retreat to the side in a huff, but his mind was still calculating how to argue his way out of the situation.

Li Dabiao saw all this and was secretly delighted. Sure enough, in this era of food and clothing shortages, meat was the hardest currency, and Song Youfu's attitude was the best proof of that.

He then proceeded to recount the case in an orderly manner, starting with how the clansmen were ordered to repair the house, how Jia Zhangshi insulted people without any explanation, how Sha Zhu took the initiative to slap someone, how Jia Zhangshi demanded two hundred yuan in compensation, how Yi Zhonghai coerced and lured him into transferring the house, and how Yan Fugui took the initiative to write the forced relocation documents for the sake of the timber. He explained every detail clearly and without any omissions.

Finally, he asked the first few tribesmen who came to work to come forward and corroborate the story. Everyone spoke up, and the whole story was reconstructed without missing a single detail.

During the conversation, Yi Zhonghai tried to interrupt and argue his point several times, and Jia Zhangshi also wanted to start a tantrum, cry, and distort the truth, but Song Youfu shut her down with a single sentence: "It's not your turn to speak yet. If you cause trouble again, your crime will be compounded." Jia Zhangshi's face turned red with suppressed anger, but she dared not act recklessly any longer. She could only curse inwardly, and her arrogant yet cowardly demeanor only made her more despicable.

After Li Dabiao and his clansmen finished speaking, Song Youfu's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot. He nodded repeatedly in anger, his tone full of rage: "Very well! Yi Zhonghai, as the liaison officer of the courtyard, not only do you fail to uphold justice, but you also condone others to bully outsiders, extort money, and seize houses. Your actions are more barbaric than those of bandits!"

Yi Zhonghai, sweating profusely, hurriedly pointed to his and Jia Zhangshi's swollen faces and protested, "Officer, they've wronged me! You can't just listen to their side of the story! Look at our faces, they beat us up; we're the victims!"

He deliberately avoided his own schemes, trying to gain sympathy by using his injuries. The panic in his eyes was impossible to hide, but he still pretended to be calm, plotting how to shift all the blame onto Li Dabiao and the others.

Just as Yi Zhonghai was about to continue his sophistry, Li Dabiao took out the forced eviction document from his pocket, pointed at Yan Fugui who was huddled in the corner, and said to Song Youfu, "Director Song, this document that forces us to transfer our house was written by him. He must be an accomplice. He probably came up with many bad ideas."

Yan Fugui had been keeping his head almost buried in his crotch, hoping to remain invisible and escape this ordeal. Upon hearing this, he was struck dumb, suddenly raising his head and staring blankly at Li Dabiao, his mind completely blank.

He had been so focused on the piece of wood that he hadn't considered the consequences. Now that he had been exposed in public, countless terrible thoughts flooded his mind. He imagined himself in prison, eating potatoes, and thought about how his family depended on his salary. If he went to jail, his wife and children would go hungry, and the whole family might fall apart!

The more Yan Fugui thought about it, the more frightened he became. His legs went weak, and he fell heavily to the ground with a thud, his whole body trembling. His previous greed had long been replaced by fear, leaving only regret. He should have never had any designs on this place; now he had only brought trouble upon himself.

Song Youfu strode up to him, frowned, and demanded sternly, "Is that so? Stand up and answer truthfully. Is what Comrade Li Dabiao said true? Are you their accomplice? If you dare to conceal anything, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Yan Fugui suddenly came to his senses and quickly began to calculate: "Better to die than to die! It was all Yi Zhonghai's scheme and Jia Zhangshi's tantrums. At most, I only coveted a piece of timber, which I haven't even gotten my hands on yet. As long as I clear myself of all charges, I can escape this disaster!"

Ignoring Yi Zhonghai's desperate attempts to signal him, he jumped up from the ground, frantically waving his hands in protest: "No, no! Officer, I'm absolutely not an accomplice!"

He spoke urgently, as if afraid of being arrested if he hesitated even a moment, and quickly added, "I only helped write a document, I didn't do anything else! I didn't dare take a single piece of timber, really!"

As he spoke, he deliberately took two steps back, completely distancing himself from Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi, revealing his greedy and trouble-averse nature.

Seeing this, Li Dabiao's lips curled into a mocking smile. He stepped forward and said, "Oh? So you've wronged me? Since you were just helping to write the documents, as a qualified member of the public, you should at least testify that what I just said was true, right? Otherwise, perjury is also a crime, isn't it, Chief Song?"

Song Youfu nodded in deep agreement, then looked at Yan Fugui again, his tone becoming increasingly stern: "I'll ask you one more time, is everything Li Dabiao said true? If you dare to utter a single lie, I'll take you back to the police station and treat you as a perjurer!"

Yan Fugui trembled under Song Youfu's gaze, completely losing his confidence. He dared not hide anything any longer and nodded frantically, "It's true! It's all true! I can testify!"

To completely absolve himself of any responsibility, he even betrayed his teammates, pointing at Yi Zhonghai and saying, "Yi Zhonghai traded that door panel for this document, and they even broke my pen. That pen was worth a dollar, so someone has to compensate me!"

Seeing Yan Fugui completely betray him, Yi Zhonghai felt a chill run down his spine. He knew his scheme had completely failed, but he still didn't give up. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he pondered what other way he could salvage the situation. However, in his panic, he couldn't think of any countermeasures for the moment.

Upon hearing Yan Fugui's words, Director Song's face immediately darkened. He waved his hand at his subordinates and said crisply, "Alright, now that the facts are clear, take Yi Zhonghai, Jia Zhangshi, Sha Zhu, and Yan Fugui, who is acting as a witness, all back. We'll interrogate them thoroughly and deal with them according to the law!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a hoarse yet powerful voice rang out from the central courtyard: "Wait a moment!"