Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 227 The postman compensated He Yushui with 5 yuan.

Upon hearing the director's words, Xiao Zhang was stunned, as if struck by lightning. He stood there dumbfounded for a long time before he came to his senses.

"Director, please let me explain. When I delivered mail to No. 95, Yi Zhonghai always signed for it on my behalf. Back when He Daqing was still at No. 95, I saw that the two of them had a good relationship, so I didn't suspect him. How could I have imagined that Yi Zhonghai would be so bold as to intercept He Daqing's letters and money?"

The post office manager roared, "What kind of postman are you? All these years, couldn't you have checked? Now look what's happened, such a big incident! How are you going to explain this to the victim? Do you know how much suffering Comrade He Yushui and her brother have endured because of your negligence?"

He Yushui was already crying her eyes out, and no amount of comforting from Wang Feng could soothe her.

Xiao Zhang walked up to He Yushui and bowed respectfully to her.

"Comrade He Yushui, I'm sorry. It was my mistake that caused you and your siblings to suffer for so many years."

Xiao Zhang started working as a postman in 50. He was 18 years old that year and was responsible for the Nanluoguxiang area. He also met He Daqing and Yi Zhonghai. He never expected that Yi Zhonghai would be so bold.

After listening to Xiao Zhang's explanation, Wang Feng and He Yushui finally understood the cause and effect. It was all Yi Zhonghai's doing. The postman was just seriously negligent in his duties and did not collude with Yi Zhonghai to embezzle He Yushui's living expenses.

Wang Feng sneered, "I'm saying, because of your mistake, He Yushui and her brother almost starved to death back then, and for all these years, they've mistakenly believed their father abandoned them. You think an apology is enough? If you don't compensate He Yushui and her brother for their losses today, this isn't over. If your post office doesn't handle this, I'll put up big-character posters. I want to see if you can still keep your job!"

Upon hearing Wang Feng's words, the post office director's expression instantly changed. His face darkened, and he angrily shouted at Xiao Zhang:

"Xiao Zhang, let me tell you, this is a serious dereliction of duty on your part. If you can't get He Yushui and her brother to forgive you, you're fired right now."

Xiao Zhang was now crestfallen, looking like he had accepted his punishment, and his face was full of apologies to He Yushui.

The post office manager was aware of the seriousness of the matter; he might even be punished.

Upon seeing He Yushui, they prioritized the opinions of the young man beside her. Without further ado, they sincerely bowed to the two of them.

"Comrades, our post office does bear some responsibility for this matter. Rest assured, our post office will never cover up for Xiao Zhang. Tell me, how should Xiao Zhang compensate He Yushui and her brother for their losses? As long as it is reasonable, I guarantee to support it."

Upon hearing this, He Yushui turned her gaze to Wang Feng, who smiled at her and nodded slightly.

"Director, because of his serious dereliction of duty, He Yushui and her brother have suffered for so many years and misunderstood their father for so many years. Although this matter does not constitute a crime and the police station will not arrest him, if we report this matter, he will probably lose his job, right?"

The post office manager nodded. If this matter escalated, it was indeed possible to fire Xiao Zhang.

"Director, how about this? I see there are about a thousand yuan in job openings at the post office, so let's make him pay five hundred yuan in compensation. Otherwise, I guarantee that everyone in Beijing will know about this tomorrow. Also, you all need to come with us to No. 95 Courtyard later to expose Yi Zhonghai's hypocritical mask, so that He Yushui's brother won't continue to be deceived by him. As for whether to report this to the police, that's up to the siblings."

Upon hearing this, the post office manager looked at Xiao Zhang with a gloomy face and said, "Xiao Zhang, do you agree to compensate Comrade He Yushui with five hundred yuan? If you don't agree, I will report it immediately, and you can pack your bags and leave right now."

Xiao Zhang nodded repeatedly: "I agree, I agree. Comrade He Yushui, I'm sorry, I apologize to you again."

Seeing that the postman's attitude was quite good, Wang Feng didn't make things difficult for him. However, he still had to compensate him. Although the postman didn't do it maliciously, he couldn't just let it go with a simple excuse of dereliction of duty and an apology. After making someone suffer for so many years, he wouldn't learn his lesson if he didn't pay some price.

Once the compensation agreement was reached, the post office manager turned to Xiao Zhang and shouted sternly:

"Xiao Zhang, go back and get the money right now. Come back immediately with the money, and we'll go to No. 95 Courtyard together. I want to see what this Yi Zhonghai looks like. Has he lost his conscience? How could he do such a heartless thing to his friend's children?"

"Yes, yes, Comrade He Yushui, please wait here for me for a moment, I'll go back and get the money right away."

After saying that, Xiao Zhang ran out of the office and went home to get the money.

The three waited in the office for another half hour before Xiao Zhang finally ran into the office, panting.

He pulled fifty ten-dollar bills from his pocket and said apologetically to He Yushui:

"Comrade He Yushui, here are five hundred yuan. Count them."

He Yushui didn't take the money. She looked at Wang Feng instead. Wang Feng was speechless. He took the money and started counting it.

"That's right, five hundred yuan, no more, no less. Now come with us to courtyard number 95."

"No problem, we'll go together."

As Wang Feng left the office, he stuffed the money into He Yushui's hand and instructed her:

"Rain, your dad sent you living expenses, mainly to you. When your dad left Beijing, you were six years old and your brother was about sixteen. So for the first two years, your dad sent you ten yuan a month for living expenses. After your brother turned eighteen, he stopped sending him living expenses. You need to understand this."

"The money the post office is giving you in compensation for the rain, and later there's more from Yi Zhonghai. You can't give any of that to your brother, and even if you do, you can only give him a small portion, understand?"

He Yushui took the money, then stuffed it back into Wang Feng's hand, saying, "Brother Wang Feng, could you keep this money for me? You can give it to me when I need it. You know my brother's character; he might get swindled out of the money by Qin Huairu again someday."

"Hehe, Yushui, your brother has been ignoring Qin Huairu lately, didn't you know?" Wang Feng asked with a smile.

"Oh, Brother Wang Feng, please help me. Do you think I don't know what kind of person my brother is? Even if Qin Huairu is gone, there's still Li Huairu. That's just how he is. He can be easily fooled by anyone."

"Okay."

Wang Feng knew what He Yushui was worried about, so he agreed, stuffed the money back into his pocket, and rode his bicycle towards No. 95 Courtyard.

On the other side, the post office director and Xiao Zhang were also riding bicycles, following behind Wang Feng.