Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 160 Yan Fugui Reports to the Public Security Bureau

"Ruihua, what exactly happened?" Yan Fugui asked in a deep voice.

"Waaaaah."

The three women cried and said, "Old Yan, I wanted to give Jie Cheng some money, but I searched everywhere and couldn't find the box where we kept the money."

"What?"

This statement came out.

Yan Fugui immediately showed an expression of disbelief. Even the three Yan brothers did not believe it. Their family was home 24 hours a day. Even if someone were to steal money, there would be no way they would have the opportunity to do so.

Because someone was always home at the Yan family's house, Yan Fugui didn't take the previous burglary at the deaf old lady's house, and then the burglary at Wang Feng's house, to heart. He figured they couldn't steal from his house anyway, and his money was just hidden in a secret compartment in the cabinet, so it wasn't very well concealed.

Yan Fugui hurriedly overturned the cabinet and searched it carefully. Once he confirmed that all the money was gone, he plopped down on the floor, muttering to himself:

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible."

Yan Fugui's eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him. He stared intently at the three Yan brothers and asked in a deep voice, "Did you take the money?"

Yan Jiecheng waved his hands repeatedly: "Dad, how could I possibly take money from home? You have to believe me. Besides, I don't even know where you hide your money!"

"Yes, Dad, from childhood to adulthood, when have we ever stolen money from the family?" Yan Jiefang shouted.

Yan Fugui turned his gaze to Yan Jiekuang and demanded sharply, "And what about you?"

Yan Jiekuang shook his head repeatedly in denial: "Dad, it wasn't me, it wasn't me."

"Not you?"

Yan Fugui then looked at Yan Jiedi, but since Yan Jiedi was too young, he immediately rejected her.

"If it's not you? Then who could it be?"

Yan Fugui sat on the ground, as if he had lost his soul, muttering to himself incessantly.

Yan Jiecheng hurriedly asked, "Dad, how much money was stolen from our house?"

"Waaah, it's over two thousand two hundred yuan! That's the money your dad and I saved up our whole lives!" the third aunt cried.

"What?"

The three Yan brothers were shocked. They never expected that their family would have more than two thousand yuan. And they were still eating cornbread and four shredded pickled vegetables with each meal?

"Old Yan, do you think it might be a ghost? There's always someone at home, so no one else has a chance to steal money from us," the old woman said, wiping away her tears.

Yan Fugui's face darkened: "Now that the country has been established, what ghosts and monsters are you talking about?"

"Old Yan, let's call the police quickly. Maybe the thief is from our yard and has been found. I've marked all the money in our house. As long as I see the money, I'll definitely recognize it."

Yan Fugui pondered for a moment, then hesitated.

If the police come, everyone in the courtyard will know that he was robbed of more than two thousand yuan. It won't be so easy for him to pretend to be poor and take advantage of others in the future. But after all, it's more than two thousand yuan. How many years would it take him to earn it back?

"Okay, okay, go report this to the police. I'll go find Lao Yi right now and see if we can find this thief."

Yan Jiecheng said with a wry smile, "Dad, my whole body aches right now. You should let Jiefang go; he's faster."

"Liberation, then you should go quickly."

"Dad, I'm going right now."

Yan Jiefang opened the door, intending to go to the police station to report the incident, but to his surprise, he found a group of people standing at his door, including an old man named Yi Zhonghai.

However, he didn't have time to say goodbye to everyone and ran out of the yard in a flash.

Yi Zhonghai was about to call out to Yan Jiefang to ask why his mother was yelling so loudly, but the kid ran off without saying a word.

Yan Fugui went out to discuss things with Yi Zhonghai, but unexpectedly, most of the people in the courtyard had already come to his door.

"Old Yan, what happened when the Third Aunt was yelling so loudly? I heard it all the way from the Intermediate People's Court," Yi Zhonghai asked.

Yan Fugui sighed: "Old Yi, all the money in my house has been stolen."

"What?"

Yi Zhonghai and everyone in the courtyard were shocked. The thief had targeted their No. 95 courtyard. In such a short time, the courtyard had already been robbed three times.

"Old Yan, how much money was stolen?"

Yan Fugui said with a bitter face, "More than two thousand two hundred yuan."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the courtyard was astonished, including Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu, and Jia Zhangshi.

They always thought that Yan Fugui's salary was 27.5 yuan and he had to support a large family, so he must be the poorest person in the courtyard. They would give him a scallion or a clove of garlic and they would not say anything. Who would have thought that the Yan family was so rich?

Wang Feng smiled slightly, not expecting that the three aunties would discover him so quickly.

He knew something was wrong with the Yan family when the three aunts screamed, so he quickly dragged Qin Jingru over to watch the show.

"Well, Uncle San, you have over two thousand yuan in savings, yet you keep pretending to be poor. Every time I come back from grocery shopping, you take a clove of garlic from me. Tell me, is this something a human being would do?"

"Yes, Uncle, that's a bit unfair of you. My family doesn't even have a hundred in savings. Every time we come back from buying groceries, you take a scallion from us. You're so rich, yet you're always thinking about taking advantage of us poor neighbors?"

"Hahaha, Yan the stingy, your family is so rich, yet you never think of showing filial piety to your mother or buying her some meat. Now look what's happened! A thief stole all your money. You'll be starving from now on!" Jia Zhangshi laughed loudly.

Upon hearing this, Yan Fugui's eyes turned bloodshot, his veins bulged all over his body, and he stared intently at Jia Zhangshi, wishing he could tear her mouth to shreds.

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, and all the neighbors in the courtyard, Uncle San's money has been stolen. Please don't kick him when he's down. After all, we're all in the same courtyard. As the saying goes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative."

Then, Yi Zhonghai looked at Yan Fugui and asked, "Old Yan, did you already have Jiefang report this to the police?"

Yan Fugui nodded: "I suspect this person is from our compound. There are always people at home, so there's no chance for thieves from outside to come and steal money from my house."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to Madam Jia, but no one spoke.

"What are you looking at? What are you looking at? You doubt your mother? Let me tell you, this is slander! You're slandering me!" Jia Zhangshi shouted.

"Old Jia, come up here quickly! These people in the yard are all bad! They're slandering me, falsely accusing me of stealing money from Old Man Yan's house! Come up here and take them all away!"

Yi Zhonghai said in a deep voice, "Alright, sister-in-law, get up quickly. No one said you stole it. Now that Uncle San's money has been stolen, the police will be here soon. What kind of image will they have if they see you like this?"

"Make way, make way, the police are here."