Transmigrating to Book 50, others hoard rice, I hoard money

Zhou Rong looked at Yang Jinlin coldly and asked, "What compensation are you going to give me?"

Yang Jinlin was stunned and pretended to be confused and asked: "Compensation? What compensation?

Didn’t I make egg noodles as you requested?

I cooked three meals, six eggs each, and that's not enough?"

It seems that some people are not going to talk properly unless they suffer a little.

Zhou Rong pushed Yang Jinlin away, quickly locked the door and drew the curtains.

Yang Jinlin suddenly felt something was wrong, he swallowed his saliva, and asked nervously: "You...what do you want to do? This is the Yang family, if you don't want to suffer, don't do it recklessly."

Zhou Rong grabbed Yang Jinlin's right arm and twisted it back hard.

"Click..."

Along with the sound of bones dislocating, a piercing pain swept through Yang Jinlin's body. He felt like his soul was about to leave his body in pain.

"Ah!..." Yang Jinlin screamed in pain.

"Ah..." Zhou Rong also shouted.

Then, she covered Yang Jinlin's mouth with one hand, grabbed his hair with the other, slammed him against the wall several times, and shouted:

"Yang Jinlin, you stinky man, how dare you hit me? I will go back to Zhoujiawan to find my father and brother and see how they deal with you!"

Yang Kaiyun and Mrs. Fang, who were eavesdropping outside the door, sneered at the same time when they heard this and left quietly.

This disobedient daughter-in-law deserves a severe beating!

Through the crack in the door, Zhou Rong saw that the figure outside had disappeared, and he bumped into Yang Jinlin twice before letting him go.

Pulling open the curtains, the room suddenly became brighter.

Zhou Rong looked at Yang Jinlin who was lying on the ground and kicked him: "Don't pretend to be dead. If you hit your head with a brick like this, it will only hurt a little, but you won't die!

Consider it the interest on the money you paid for breaking my head yesterday.

As a grown man, don't be so cowardly. If you can't even bear this little pain, how can you climb up the ladder with the help of your new father-in-law?!"

Yang Jinlin covered his bleeding head, shrank back, and gritted his teeth and said, "You vicious woman! How dare you kill me? I'm going to call my parents to teach you a lesson!"

There was a machete in the RV, which looked a bit like Zhou's father's pig-killing tool.

Zhou Rong pretended to feel under the pillow, took out the machete and held it in his hand.

He grabbed Yang Jinlin's hair with one hand and pointed the knife at his neck with the other.

"Shout! Shout as hard as you can, call them all here! I'll drain your blood first, and then drain your parents'! It's just right for you to travel together, so you won't be alone on the road to the underworld."

Yang Jinlin: “!!!…”

The cold light from the machete and the imminent threat of death made Yang Jinlin shiver.

He said tremblingly: "Are you mentally ill? Put the knife away quickly, this is not a joke!

If I die, you will be charged with murder and will be shot, and your parents and children will also be implicated."

Zhou Rong brought the blade closer to Yang Jinlin, smiled tenderly, and said softly: "I became like this because of you. You said I have a mental illness, so I have one.

I feel this disease is good. Have you noticed that since I got mental illness, my spirit has improved a lot and I have become braver? "

Yang Jinlin: “???…”

The more Yang Jinlin looked at Zhou Rong's smile, the more creepy it became.

The country currently has no effective treatment for mental illness. Yang Jinlin was afraid that Zhou Rong would suddenly fall ill and kill his entire family.

After all, the Zhou family has an ancestral skill in slaughtering pigs.

There is no saying that it can be passed down to males but not females. As long as you want to learn, you can learn it.

The butcher in the county was a girl from the Zhou family.

Yang Jinlin shrank back into the corner, enduring the pain on his forehead and arms, and begged, "Wife, I was wrong, please forgive me, I didn't mean to do that to you.

You don't know that for children from poor families like us, even if we go to college, there will be no one to support us, and we will never be able to make a breakthrough in officialdom.

My education level is obviously higher than those rough guys, but because I am not a military man and have no backing, I have been working as a clerk all these years.

It was not until I met Qiaolan, whose father was a high-ranking official, that everyone thought we were dating and would get married. My situation in the unit only then improved. I was promoted to deputy director a few years ago.

I am now in a desperate situation with no way out. I can only divorce you and marry Qiaolan, otherwise Qiaolan's father will not let me go.

It’s really hard for me to get to where I am today!

You know my family's situation. If I can't become a high-ranking official, all the suffering I've endured over the years will be in vain. Zhou Rong, can you help me?

When I become successful, I will never forget your kindness. If you and your parents encounter difficulties, I will spare no effort to help you."

Zhou Rong laughed and said, "You want a divorce? Fine. Promise all my conditions and I'll grant your wish."

Yang Jinlin: "What...what conditions?"

Zhou Rong: "I have been in the Yang family for seven years. I have been in charge of everything at home and outside. I also gave birth to three children for you. Look at my face, how old it has become!

I was the most beautiful girl in the village back then!

I have worked like a slave in your Yang family for these years, but not only are you ungrateful, your parents also speak ill of me and take advantage of our Zhou family.

Now that you have become successful, you are thinking of abandoning your wife and clinging to the powerful. No matter how right this is, I am on your side.

If you don't show 100% sincerity, you can't get a divorce!"

I heard that when communicating with a mentally ill person, you can only stroke their tongue.

Yang Jinlin was very upset and felt that Zhou Rong thought too highly of him, but for the sake of his own safety, he could only agree, "Yes, yes! What you said makes sense. If you have any specific requests, just let me know."

Zhou Rong saw Yang Jinlin's disdain and said calmly, "First, compensate me 100 million yuan as labor fees, aging fees, mental strain fees, and physical rehabilitation fees for these years in your family."

Yang Jinlin was shocked, and said without caring about the danger: "You are really seriously ill!

What kind of messed up expenses are these? Do you know how much one hundred million is?

Do you know how much allowance I get a month?

You just give me a number, where can I get so much money?"

The country currently does not have a unified wage standard, and staff members of party and government agencies generally enjoy a lump-sum system.

That is, the state will issue a certain amount of physical goods and currency, and convert the supply standards for food, allowances, clothing, child care, nanny fees, etc. into rice or money and distribute them to individuals for their own use, and the rest will belong to them.

Workers, shop assistants, technicians, teachers, clerks, etc. enjoy a wage system, and the specific standards are set by each unit itself.

Given Yang Jinlin's administrative level, not counting physical supplies such as food, the cash he receives each month is estimated to be only about 100,000 yuan.

One hundred million is definitely an astronomical figure based on his current supply standards.

But from some details in the original book, it can be seen that this guy is not a selfless and honest official.

He has serious problems with his work style!

Otherwise, he would not have deceived Feng Qiaolan and tried to use her family background to endorse himself in an attempt to get away with it.