The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 325

Ye Tian couldn’t be bothered to expose the truth; after he finished eating, he rubbed his hands together and walked out of the house. Through the crack of the door, He Ku tiptoed over to the table and started wolfing down the food, while outside the crack, Ye Tian chuckled to himself but said nothing and continued to the courtyard.

Attached to the rear of the bicycle was a local dog that had barked twice, which caused Ye Tian to glare fiercely, prompting the dog to tuck its tail and scurry behind the wheel to hide, its ears drooping down as if it had suffered a great injustice.

"Wait till I tidy up the house before I deal with you!" After having intimidated the dog, Ye Tian picked up an iron bar leaning against the wall and headed toward He Biandan’s house.

The house wasn’t severely damaged; there wasn’t much to destroy in the first place. The earthen bed had been smashed rather severely, and if not fixed up, it really couldn’t be slept on. The newspapers and calendars that had been pasted on the walls were torn down, and there was a bunch of torn papers on the floor – they were He Ku’s exercise books and books. Pots, pans, and ladles had been collected by He Biandan and piled up in a corner. The electric rice cooker was smashed to a sorry state; even the heating element had been deliberately broken. Such animosity this must be.

Ye Tian had initially felt a bit of regret over last night’s events, but upon seeing the state of things here, that slight regret vanished without a trace. How unfair it is for a family of five to bully a pair of honest father and son, and with a kid involved too.

Serves you right for your house getting smashed! Ye Tian thought indignantly.

While shoveling dirt, He Ku came over. He squatted in the corner, organized the pots and pans, and dragged the table, which had been split in two, into the courtyard. Judging by the split on both halves of the table, it seemed to have been cleaved with an axe.

"What are you doing with that broken table?"

He Ku brought the two halves of the table together, and rubbing his hands, which had turned as red and swollen as radishes from the cold, he said, "My dad’s a carpenter; he can fix it."

He spoke with unhidden pride shining in his eyes. Ye Tian sneered internally, thinking, as if your dad is all that impressive!

Ye Tian and He Ku, one adult, one child, cleaned up the small house together.

"Brother."

"What?"

He Ku pointed at the big dog tied to the bicycle, "Where did that come from?"

Ye Tian shoveled a spadeful of dirt onto the bed and then stepped onto it to tamp it down firmly, "That’s the dog owned by the person who smashed your house. I brought it here to kill and nourish your father’s health."

"Can we not kill it?" He Ku stared at the dog.

"You want to keep it? This dog isn’t easy to keep. It’s too big, eats a lot. You two can’t even feed yourselves well."

He Ku just stared at the dog, not speaking.

"Alright, if you want to keep it, then keep it. It’s yours after all."

Hearing this, He Ku turned his head back and continued tidying up inside the house.

The noise from cleaning up the yard was quite loud. Old Liu from the main room got up early and was indifferent. Zhou Aiguo from the east room stretched his neck out of a crack in the door, saw that it was Ye Tian, and then withdrew his head. Chuanzi from the south room peeked through the curtains, and seeing Ye Tian busy, dropped the curtains and quietly lay back down.

Looking up, the sun was already high, an unexpectedly fine day. Ye Tian started to grow curious about the people in this courtyard.

"He Ku."

"Hmm."

"Who lives in this courtyard? Why do they all seem to stay inside all day?"

He Ku pointed toward the east room and said that it’s occupied by someone who specializes in scamming people through staged accidents - not working for ten days but eating for ten when he does. Then he pointed to the south room, saying that one is a night owl, sleeping during the day and only coming out at night, not like normal people. Ye Tian was amused and asked him who taught him all this. He Ku, engrossed in his work, holding a purlin and shaving his textbooks, replied that his dad had told him.

Ye Tian thought to himself, your dad sure has a sharp tongue.

As they were cleaning up, the door to the south room opened. Chuanzi came out wrapped in a military green cotton-padded jacket, hair in messy tangles and eye boogers at the corners of his eyes, wearing cotton shoes that were showing white cotton fluff through the toe box. He rubbed his eyes and strolled over with his sleeves rolled up.

"Bro, you busy?"

"Don’t ’bro’ me; you were calling me a grandchild just a few days ago," replied Ye Tian, continuing to shovel dirt without looking at him.

Chuanzi touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Back then, I didn’t know you were the real big shot, right?"

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Seeing that Ye Tian simply looked down on him, Chuanzi left feeling rather embarassed, and turned to leave sullenly.

"Hey, wait a sec."

Chuanzi turned his head, "Bro, something up?"

Leaning on the iron pick, Ye Tian thought for a moment and asked, "Are you from around here?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know who’s in charge of this area?"

Chuanzi was stunned, "The local police station, of course."

"I didn’t need you to tell me that!"

Chuanzi’s face fell, and he stopped talking.

"I mean, who’s in charge of the thieves around here. Know anything about that?"

"Something got stolen?"

Ye Tian glared, "You talk too much!"

Chuanzi stroked his chin, pondering, then said, "I know someone, pretty famous around here. Not quite the Thief King, but definitely well-known. He’s got seniority on the streets; they all come to him over minor conflicts and scrapes. Want me to get him to come over for a consult?"

Ye Tian thought it over and said, "No need. Since it’s troubling him, it’s not good to have him come to me. We’ll visit him tonight."

"You’d better watch your temper then."

"What’s the matter?"

"You’ve met him before. The guy we bumped into on the street that day. Duan Liu, Uncle Duan Liu."

Oh, it’s him. Ye Tian remembered the guy, his head a bit bald, but the crucial memory was of his right hand with six fingers. Naturally Six-finger, really cut out for thievery.

"No problem, I have no grudge against him, no reason to get upset with him."

"Alright then, we’ll go tonight."

After arranging this, Ye Tian continued throwing dirt onto the kang bed and, while at it, cleaned out the stove beneath the kang; the room had only a small stove for burning honeycomb coal, which they were reluctant to use, leaving the room as cold as an ice cellar—fine for adults, but there were children too.

"Whose cart is this?"

"My big brother’s."

"Where is your big brother?"

As Ye Tian was bent over cleaning out the stove under the kang with the iron pick, he heard someone talking outside—it was He Ku. He set down his tool and looked out the window.

Well, look at that, Zheng Dazhi, dressed in his police uniform, was standing in the yard looking spiffy, with two policemen behind him.

Ye Tian came out, holding an iron pick in his right hand and a clump of earth in his left; these adobe bricks used in the kiln to burn paper were tougher than red bricks and also larger in size.

"That’s my cart, what about it?"