Courtyard House: My System - Artificial Human

While digesting his meal, Lin Weidong decided to go and comfort the group at the front gate.

Don't lose your fighting spirit against the courtyard houses, or he'll have wasted his time.

When he entered the tavern, he indeed didn't see Master Niu and the others.

He Yongqiang had a towel draped over his shoulder. Seeing Lin Weidong come in, look around, and not sit down, he jogged over and asked.

"Comrade Lin, are you looking for Uncle Niu and the others? They didn't come today. They were injured in the fight and are afraid to drink. Would you like a seat? What would you like to drink? Erguotou, perhaps?"

"Yes, the usual. By the way, how badly are Master Niu and the others injured?"

"The others are alright, just some bruises and superficial injuries, but Fan Jinyou is in the hospital again. His mother even came over to see him this morning."

Looking for someone?

"Go find Master Niu! I reckon she's unhappy that Master Niu took her son to fight, but ultimately this is a matter between men. Besides, Master Niu came back last night and gave everyone a thorough interrogation, so the sack incident... it's most likely Fan Jinyou's doing! That kid really disgraced Qianmen!"

As He Yongqiang spoke, he brought over wine and dishes, his tone quite dissatisfied.

Lin Weidong was satisfied and didn't say anything more. He poured himself a drink and drank it by himself.

Fan Jinyou is now caught in the middle, unable to pursue Chen Xueru, and it's uncertain whether he can even establish himself in Qianmen in the future.

As Lin Weidong was pondering this, another person walked in through the door, craned his neck to look around the store, and his expression gradually turned to disappointment.

"Sir, you look unfamiliar, is this your first time here? Please have a seat, and I'll pour you half a ounce of wine to try. If you like it, please come again."

He Yongqiang went forward to greet them as usual, but his words immediately drew the other party's dissatisfaction.

"What are you saying? You look down on Master Wen, don't you? Master Wen isn't one to drink cheap liquor, so forget about cheap liquor, give me a bottle of Erguotou!"

Wen San came to find someone today. He hadn't planned to drink, but when he glanced around and didn't find Qiangzi, he saw a familiar face instead.

I never expected to run into each other here. We should get to know each other, right?

People and wine are both categorized into different classes, and there are specific rules about what kind of wine to drink depending on who you are.

If he's drinking loose liquor, he's not qualified to share a table with the other person.

When He Yongqiang brought over the wine, Wen San, carrying a wine bottle in one hand and peanuts in the other, came to Lin Weidong's table.

"Hey! Sir, what a coincidence to run into you here today! What a coincidence! We've always just passed each other by before, do you remember me?"

Although Wen San asked this question, he was very confident and had already sat down opposite him.

He had seen them several times, and the other person had even nodded and greeted him; he couldn't believe he hadn't remembered.

Lin Weidong had a good impression of him, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.

"I remember you! Mr. Wen! What brings you here for a drink today?"

"Oh? You still remember my name? Please, please. It's all thanks to your kind words. Just call me Wen San. Actually, I came here today looking for someone, but since I've run into you, I thought we could have a drink and get to know each other. After all, we've bumped into each other quite a few times..."

The name "Hammer"... wasn't that what you just said? I've never even heard of it. You're bragging to Comrade Lin's face...

He Yongqiang was wiping the table where Wen San had just sat when he heard this. He was full of resentment and cast a disdainful look at Wen San's back.

Lin Weidong couldn't help but chuckle when he saw it.

Wen San's attitude towards life is commendable, but he's too talkative and offends people wherever he goes.

You dare to talk back to the people at the tavern? They'll put something extra in your food and drinks one day and you'll behave yourself.

"My surname is Lin, you can just call me Comrade. Now that we know each other, I'll call you Master Wen. Your surname is quite rare, isn't it?"

"You know, my surname has a story behind it. Do you know Wen Tianxiang?"

"I know! How so?"

After two drinks, Wen San's illness flared up, and he couldn't help but pat himself on the back.

"That's my ancestor! I've inherited his essence. Before Liberation, I even went with people to assassinate traitors and Japanese devils! You have no idea how dangerous it was back then..."

When Lin Weidong witnessed Wen San's boasting skills firsthand, he was completely stunned.

Goodness, you have to give yourself your identity when you're out and about, right?

With that kind of shamelessness, if she lived in modern times, she would definitely become a big internet celebrity.

Listening to him brag is fun, but it gets boring after a while.

Lin Weidong changed the subject and began to inquire.

"By the way, Master Wen, you said you came to see someone. What is it? Maybe I can help?"

Wen Sanyi thought that the other party worked in a government agency and had status and position, so he did not hide it.

"Comrade Lin, I always said you're a man of principle. Here's what happened: I was driving a rickshaw on the street when some scoundrel tried to steal my fare! After asking around, I found out that the guy's name is Yi Zhonghai and he lives in Nanluoguxiang. Qiangzi said they don't get along with Yi Zhonghai, so I thought I'd come and ask what's going on."

"You know Qiangzi? Then you know Cai Quanwu too?"

"I know them! I know them all! We're all in the same industry, how could I not know them? It's just that I haven't seen that Yi Zhonghai before, I guess he's a newbie."

Wen San downed another glass of wine as he spoke.

"Don't underestimate me just because I'm a rickshaw puller. My legs have traversed the entire city of Beijing countless times, and I know quite a few people on the streets!"

Behind Wen San, He Yongqiang overheard it again and rolled his eyes.

You're so good at running, why don't you go out into the fields and have a go at a mule?

I've never seen anyone so good at bragging; he can talk even more than those old movies...

I wonder which has a stronger destiny: the Little Spinning Top of Beijing or Yi Zhonghai, the Moral Celestial Venerable.

Lin Weidong felt a sense of comparison rising in his heart.

"Really? Master Wen, you're a leader in the industry. It's quite a coincidence, I actually know Yi Zhonghai, the one you mentioned. We live in the same compound... This Master Yi is lucky, he had a benefactor helping him. A while ago, he happened to meet someone who was in a hurry to sell his tricycle, and that's how he became your colleague, Master Wen! But since he's from our compound, I won't interfere in your business. If you need anything, you can talk to Uncle Niu and the others at the front gate..."

"Alright, alright! Comrade Lin, I, Wen San, will definitely treat the person you recommended well..."

Just then, Erhu's wife sent a message saying that Chen Xueru had finished packing and was waiting for him to come back, and Lin Weidong lost interest in teasing her.

After leaving the tavern, he reflected on his actions.

Although he didn't manage to comfort Master Niu and his group today, he wasn't entirely without merit.

Both being of the same generation and known as the "Little Spinning Top of Beijing," Wen San, aside from everything else, is known for his incredible resilience and ability to take a beating.

His joining should at least put the group at the front gate at ease, right?

Lin Weidong was worried that if Master Niu lost the fight, he would lose face because of Fan Jinyou and never recover.

But actually, he was overthinking it.

The concept of admitting defeat simply doesn't exist in Niu Ye's dictionary.

He's at home recuperating from his injuries.

Having been through countless battles, injuries were commonplace for him. He was also an expert in healing injuries and had many secret remedies for sprains and bruises.

After enduring the worst three days, he was finally able to drink again. He went to a small tavern early in the morning to satisfy his craving and also to gather people.