Courtyard House: He Daqing Forces Qin Huairu into Marrying at the Beginning

"Master He, why aren't you saying anything?"

Do you know who this is?

Lou Zhenhua looked at Elder Yan and broke the silence with his words.

Lou Zhenhua was quite satisfied with He Daqing's silence.

I'm not afraid that He Daqing won't speak, I'm afraid he'll say the wrong thing.

The people in the private room were all people of status, and Lou Zhenhua didn't want to lose face.

"I am a cook. My master taught me that I only need to cook and not pay attention to the guests."

He Daqing answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Now we live in a new era where the people are the masters of the country, and He Daqing has no need to grovel before anyone.

Old Yan nodded, his eyes full of appreciation.

As a chef, one should focus on the dishes; having too many distractions will only lead to a lower level of skill.

"That makes sense; the food is good, and the chef is good too."

"Master He, let me toast you."

He Daqing didn't stand on ceremony and poured a full glass of wine to drink with Old Yan.

Old Yan was in high spirits and started talking about his experiences in Beijing when he was young. Everyone listened with great interest, and the atmosphere in the private room was lively.

The feast was a great success, with both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.

After the guests left, He Daqing began to clean up the leftover dishes and utensils.

Lou Zhenhua, thoroughly enjoying himself, patted He Daqing on the shoulder, took out 500,000 old dollars, and said with a smile, "Daqing, tonight's banquet was very well done."

You've worked hard too, these are for you.

Lou Zhenhua was able to develop the steel rolling mill into a scale of nearly 10,000 people, which shows he had his own way of dealing with people.

He Daqing brought him honor today, so he naturally had to reward and punish him fairly and make a conscious effort to motivate his subordinates to work even harder.

Besides, Lou Zhenhua isn't short of money.

"Master, cooking is a cook's duty, it's all something I should do."

I can't accept this money.

He Daqing refused the money with both hands, and then said, "However, I do have something I'd like to ask you for help with."

As you know, my wife passed away a few years ago, and with my daughter being taken care of at home, I can cook with more peace of mind.

However, if I were to remarry, the two rooms in my house would be too cramped.

There are still some empty rooms in our compound. Would you consider letting me buy two more to use as our wedding rooms?

"Regarding the house, I'll talk to the staff later. You can go to the logistics department and find Director Zhang tomorrow."

This is what you deserve, take it.

Lou Zhenhua stuffed the bill into He Daqing's hand and then left.

The courtyard house in Tongluo Lane belonged to the residential area of ​​the steel rolling mill. Before the public-private partnership, Lou Zhenhua was still able to make decisions.

He Daqing was overjoyed. With the house issue resolved, he could now go find a wife without worry.

Fortunately, the environment is relatively relaxed now; it would be much more difficult to build a house in a few years.

After cleaning up the tables, chairs, and leftover food, and washing the pots and pans, it was already dark.

He Daqing quickly divided the leftovers for the two kitchen helpers.

Zhao Song and Wang Qing were overjoyed to see the greasy contents of their lunchboxes.

In this era of scarcity, being able to eat these things is truly a blessing.

"Thank you, Master He."

The two young people kept thanking them.

"It's getting late, everyone should go home."

After a long day of work, He Daqing gave a few simple instructions and headed home with his share of the food.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, He Daqing faintly heard a familiar crying sound.

Realizing something was wrong, He Daqing quickly ran into the courtyard.

He Yushui was sitting on the ground in the middle courtyard, wailing loudly.

Beside the rain, a stocky woman was gently comforting him.

A short distance away, a fat, shrewish woman was hurling insults.

"You good-for-nothing, you little troublemaker, your dad doesn't want you anymore..."

"rainwater!"

He Daqing shouted and rushed over to pick up his daughter and examine her carefully.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

"father!"

He Yushui hugged He Daqing's leg tightly and cried her heart out.

"It's okay, it's okay, Dad's here."

While comforting his daughter, He Daqing glared angrily at Jia Zhangshi beside him.

That damned shrew is always lazy and a troublemaker; most of the messy things in the courtyard are related to her.

"Fuck you."

Enraged, He Daqing stepped forward and kicked Jia Zhangshi, knocking her to the ground.

"I'll beat you up for bullying the weak, I'll beat you up for spewing filth..."

Jia Zhangshi, who had fallen to the ground, screamed in pain, rolling around on the ground and crying.

"Help! Murder!"

"Old Jia, open your eyes and look! He Daqing, that bastard, is inhuman! He's bullying us, a widow and her orphan!"

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The widowed Jia Zhangshi began to summon the spirits of the dead, attracting neighbors in the courtyard to come out and watch.

Frustrated, He Daqing went forward and kicked the child twice more, prompting Yi Zhonghai's wife, Yang Yuehua, to urgently intervene.

"Great Qing, stop fighting, or something terrible will happen."

Hearing his mother's cries, Jia Zhangshi's son, Jia Dongxu, ran out of the room and rammed into He Daqing, shouting, "He Daqing, I'll go to your ancestors!"

Thirty-three-year-old He Daqing is in his prime, enhanced by gene-enhancing drugs, and is in excellent condition, not afraid of twenty-year-old Jia Dongxu at all.

Dodging Jia Dongxu's aggressive charge, He Daqing delivered a powerful whip kick to his abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

"He Daqing, you..."

"You dare to fight me!"

He Daqing stepped on Jia Xudong and sneered.

"I'm putting my words here today."

"Anyone who dares to bully my daughter, I'll make them pay!"

He Daqing could see clearly what kind of people were in the courtyard; they were all bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong.

When the rain was being bullied by Jia Zhangshi, none of the neighbors were willing to come out and help, fearing trouble.

Now that He Daqing is fighting two opponents at once and has the upper hand, they dare not come out to help him.

"Great Qing, stop!"

Yi Zhonghai, who was inside the house, couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Jia Dongxu was, after all, his apprentice; he couldn't just abandon him.

"Old Yi, it's not that I don't respect you."

This shrew is really going too far, insisting on bullying the weak by virtue of her age. Then don't blame me for being impolite.

He Daqing said this on the surface, but in his heart he was very dissatisfied with Yi Zhonghai, that old bastard.

You promised me at noon, and this is how you're supposed to help take care of the rain?

If you can't do it, don't promise it; if you promise it, you must do it well.

Chapter 5 Using Fists to Reason

Even if they are wrong, you can't hit them.

Look how badly they've been hurt.

Yi Zhonghai frowned and complained.

"I'm an uneducated person, so I only know how to reason with my fists."

If they're not happy, then come and fight them.

He Daqing looked disdainful and sneered.

The city of Beijing is still under military control, and public security institutions such as street offices and police stations are not yet fully established.

Unless it involves enemy agents, reactionaries, or serious illegal activities, the security forces have no time to deal with trivial civil disputes.

In this place, you still have to rely on your fists to survive.

He Daqing was in the right, so he beat up Jia Zhangshi and her son, and no one cared.

"Hmph. Rain, let's go home."

After kicking him a few times, He Daqing's anger subsided. Not wanting to continue arguing, he took Yushui's hand and headed home.