Courtyard House: My System - Artificial Human

Lin Weidong wasted too much time at the factory gate.

When they returned to the courtyard house, the topics Liu Haizhong had brought back about him had already been discussed. Now, everyone was eagerly anticipating Yi Zhonghai hosting another banquet.

"Hey, Xiao Lin's back? Old Yi said there's a banquet in the yard tomorrow night, Old He will be in charge again. Remember to come!"

Liu Haizhong, who was in charge of organizing things, was running around and immediately went up to report when he saw Lin Weidong return.

Lin Weidong was not surprised.

Yi Zhonghai is not the type to suffer losses easily, so how could he not want to retaliate after being beaten?

Furthermore, hosting a banquet is a symbol of power in any era, and Yi Zhonghai would never miss such an opportunity to make his presence felt in the courtyard.

Lin Weidong pushed his bicycle without stopping, responding with a cheerful reply.

"Sure, I'll definitely come when I have time. Thank you so much, Master Yi, for the expense!"

"Hey! It's nothing, just a small thing. It helps the old and young men in the compound get together and fosters relationships!"

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand, feigning magnanimity, and once again made his presence felt in front of everyone.

Listening to the flattery of his neighbors, Yi Zhonghai was reminded of six months ago, before Lin Weidong even existed.

But at the end of his line of sight, Lin Weidong's figure disappeared into the courtyard through the wall gate, and Old Yi sighed silently again.

Forget about thinking about it too much. I'll settle the score at the front gate first, and then use this banquet to salvage my reputation in the courtyard.

After thinking it through, he continued to urge Liu Haizhong to contribute.

"Old Liu, you've been working hard these past few days. You're the only one in this yard whose word carries weight and who can get people to come. I'm thinking of asking around tonight how many people can come, and I'll go out to buy groceries tomorrow. Or, could you ask Old Yan to help you keep track?"

Liu Hai was feeling quite pleased with himself when he heard what came next, and he became less happy.

"Why are you calling him? When has he ever put in any effort in a fight? All he ever does is try to take advantage of others. Last time after we finished fighting, he went to offer to take that kid surnamed Fan to the hospital. So, whose side is he really on?"

Liu Haizhong had a lot of complaints about Yan Bugui; they had argued a few days ago, and he was too lazy to bother calling him now.

Yi Zhonghai's expression stiffened for a moment, and he seemed embarrassed.

Recently, when he comes home at night, he relies entirely on Yan Bugui to help lift the car... It wouldn't be right if he didn't call for help, would it?

No way! That wasn't helping, it was earning it by smoking one cigarette after another!

Yi Zhonghai suddenly snapped out of his daze, inwardly berated himself, and muttered to himself that habit is a terrible feeling; he had almost been trapped by Yan Bugui!

He quickly emphasized this point, indicating his own position.

"Yes, yes, Lao Liu, you're right. Then you do it. This time, we won't ask him to do it!"

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong had already discussed and made a decision, but the matter of hosting a dinner party was not to be kept secret, and Yan Bugui was not blind or deaf.

He never even considered that Yi Zhonghai and others would not welcome him.

The next day in class, Yan Bugui was already distracted, looking forward to the banquet that evening.

The lard I rendered during the first month of the lunar calendar is long gone, and the school didn't give out any benefits for Labor Day. I've been craving it these past few days.

Having barely managed to hold out until the end of get out of class, Yan Bugui made up an excuse and ran back home.

He planned to arrange for himself to serve dishes at the banquet, sneaking into the kitchen to help Lao He taste the saltiness first.

Yan Bugui still had to find reasons and excuses to leave early, while Lin Weidong made the decision about whether to stay or leave on his own.

Lin Weidong greeted the workers at the main gate in the morning, making his presence felt, and then disappeared back in his office.

With private offices available, who would actually work a proper job?

When he planned to move into the steel rolling mill, he had this in mind. Now, he was happily lying on a recliner in the backyard of the silk shop, trying to win over Qin Huairu.