The gang leader who had been so arrogant just now was now frightened. He knelt down and returned the money he had just collected to the old man. The next second after Lin Yi nodded to let them go, they ran away as fast as Bolt.
Seeing that person left, Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, young man. In today's society, there are not many people with such a strong sense of justice as you." The old man sighed. Although he was beaten, what he cared about most was his barbecue stove. Fortunately, it was still usable. Only then did he realize that his body was covered with bruises.
"Don't be polite, old man. As long as you are fine, that's fine. By the way, I want to ask you about someone."
"One person? Who? You have found the right person. I have lived here for thirty years and I know almost everyone here." The old man dusted off the dust on his body and said with a smile.
"I want to find Yu Fugui!"
When I heard the name, the smile on my face froze, and I frowned and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"
"Don't ask that."
The old man looked at Lin Yi deeply, turned around to pick up the mutton skewers scattered on the ground, and looked back at Lin Yi vigilantly from time to time.
"Old man, what are you doing? Do you know him? If not, I'll ask someone else."
The old man grabbed Lin Yi when he saw him leaving and said in a low voice, "It's me. What do you want from me?"
"You are? Oh, looking at it this way, you do look somewhat similar to Yu Meng." Lin Yi took a step back and took a closer look, and found that he really looked alike.
"Yu Meng? Do you know my son?"
"Sir, we are more than acquaintances. We are brothers in the same trench."
Hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up, and he looked at him eagerly again. He grabbed his hand and said excitedly: "That's fine, don't leave, let's have a drink later."
Having said that, Yu Fugui stopped doing business, closed his stall and took Lin Yi to his residence.
This is an old apartment building that looks precarious and seems like it will collapse at any time.
After pushing open the creaking door, you can see the situation inside at a glance. The room is not big, with two bedrooms and a living room, and the furniture in the room looks old.
However, there was a bedroom that looked like a girl’s bedroom, and Lin Yi knew that this was Yu Meng’s sister, Yu Qinglian.
"Let's go downstairs and prepare some dishes. There is a girl at home, a middle school teacher. She hasn't got off work yet, so let her cook some dishes." Yu Fugui said, rubbing his hands.
Lin Yi said indifferently: "It doesn't matter where you go, let's go downstairs."
After a while, the two of them appeared in a streetside restaurant on Gaoxin Street. The quiet environment here was very suitable for discussing things.
After three rounds of drinks, Yu Fugui could no longer control his sobs about his son.
Yu Meng was the apple of his eye. He had raised him with great difficulty since childhood, and now he was gone just like that. He felt very bad.
I usually keep it in my heart, but now that the wine has entered my heart, the melancholy has surged up.
"Isn't this kid Yu Meng embarrassed in the army?"
"No, he's fine, a famous machine gunner in the army, very powerful." Lin Yi's eyes became warm as he spoke, and it felt like he had just drunk a glass of wine to calm them down.
"Uncle, I'm here this time to bring some of Yu Meng's last wishes. First of all, this is a pension issued by the higher-ups, two million, please keep it." Lin Yi handed over an envelope with a bank card inside.
In addition to the money given by the army, Lin Yi added some more and made up a total of two million.