Reborn on My Wedding Night: This Time, I Won't Fail My Soldier Husband
Where would Old Man Zheng have any money left?
Never mind five hundred yuan, even fifty would be hard to come by.
The old man sat on the threshold and cried even more bitterly. He grabbed Lu Yuzhou's hand: "Good people, you are good people, but don't report this to the public security bureau, please don't!"
He trembled, snot and tears streaming down his face: "I'll sign... this is my daughter's life-saving money, I'll sign..."
The middle-aged man immediately looked triumphant: "That's right! I'm your apprentice, would I let you suffer a loss?"
He reached out to push Dong Shuyao, mostly because he saw she was beautiful and wanted to take advantage of her.
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
There was a sound like bones breaking. The middle-aged man clutched his lower leg, rolling on the ground and howling in agony.
Lu Yuzhou clenched his fists tightly, his muscles tense. That kick had been so powerful it created a gust of wind.
"Old man, are you selling this house and the storefront?"
Old Man Zheng looked up abruptly: "You... you want to..."
He was in disbelief, his teary eyes brightening.
"I'll offer two thousand yuan to buy your street-front shop and the house in the back. Would you be willing?"
Five hundred for the hospital deposit, one thousand for the surgery—that would leave five hundred for the father and daughter to live on.
"I'll sell!"
Old Man Zheng didn't even feel the pain in his back anymore: "I'll sell!"
The location of his shop wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either; it was seven or eight storefronts away from the state-run repair shop, and on the opposite side.
Next door were shops selling snacks and dried goods.