Fortunately, Su He had already guessed their reaction. He then took out the certificate of commendation for being a good Samaritan and the bank statement showing the withdrawal.
The 50,000 yuan good Samaritan reward, 200,000 yuan wanted reward, plus Shen Jianguo's 200,000 yuan withdrawal receipt.
"This, this, this..." Shen Yuanzhong did not expect Su He to go catch a murderer for the sake of the reward money. Seeing Su He still smiling, he could not help but sigh.
"I can't take this money!" Shen Yuanzhong turned around.
Xiang Wanrong also said, "Su He, you're still young...you're a good kid. When Uncle Shen sells the house, there will be money. We old couple only have this one daughter. We can spare no expense, but you're different. You still have to get married and have children. You have your own life ahead of you..."
"Aunt Xiang, Uncle Shen...do you still see me as an outsider? Yueyue is my girlfriend. I promised to take care of her for life... Money can be earned again. I have hands and feet. I can do food delivery. With this money, Yueyue can go to the capital city. I consulted the doctor that the earlier the treatment, the greater the chance of waking up..."
Su He did not expect the old couple to reject the money. Selling a house is not like selling steamed buns or vegetables. It won't be done so quickly. But Shen Yuanzhong was still very stubborn and did not turn around.
"Anyway, I won't take the money away. If you don't want it, I'll take Yueyue to the capital city myself!"
Su He said bluntly.
Of course Shen Yuanzhong knew Su He was capable of doing this. Every month, Su He would bring over thousands of yuan, put it down, and leave before they could stop him.
Shen Yuanzhong turned around and looked at Su He. Then he walked into the bedroom.
"Su He...why make things difficult? What happened to Yueyue wasn't your fault. It was the drunk driver's fault. Your uncle and I don't want you to shoulder so much burden at such a young age. We will find a way for the money..."
At this time, Shen Yuanzhong came out of the room holding the property ownership certificate and handed it to Su He, saying, "I'll go with you this afternoon to transfer the ownership."
"Uncle Shen, what do you mean... My money is for Yueyue's treatment. I don't want to buy your house!"
Su He did not expect that Shen Yuanzhong would offer to mortgage the house to him.
"Su He, listen to me. We can take the money, but you have to take the house too. After all, you and Yueyue are not married yet. You have no obligation to pay this money. This is not a small amount... Your aunt and I are very grateful to you, and we don't know if we can come back again. I'll feel at ease if the house is in your hands."
"Su He, just take it. You've helped us a lot!"
Seeing that the old couple was set in their opinion, Su He sighed and said, "Uncle Shen, there are agent fees, taxes, and various procedures for second-hand housing transactions. It's quite costly. Why waste that money? Just give me an IOU. You can hold on to the ownership certificate first. After Yueyue wakes up, you can transfer the house to her. It will be her dowry from us..."
Upon hearing what Su He said, Shen Yuanzhong and Xiang Wanrong looked at each other and finally agreed.
After Shen Yuanzhong wrote the IOU, he and Xiang Wanrong signed it together and solemnly handed it to Su He.
Su He smiled and took it, preparing to leave.
"Su He, stay for a meal!" Xiang Wanrong said.
"Okay, sure, Aunt Xiang." Su He readily agreed.
...
While Xiang Wanrong was cooking, Su He and Shen Yuanzhong discussed about arranging for Shen Yue to go to the capital city.
"What? You want to go with us?" Shen Yuanzhong asked in surprise.
"Uncle Shen, the capital city is a big metropolis. It would be good to have someone accompany you guys. Besides, I can continue delivering food anywhere."
"Did your parents agree?"
"They're looking forward to me marrying Yueyue and bringing home a grandson in two years..."
Shen Yue's uncle in the capital city was responsible for contacting the hospital there. He rented a small house near the hospital for Shen Yuanzhong.
If everything went smoothly, they could get on the plane to the capital city in a few days.
After handling his resignation, Su He would also be able to leave around the same time.
After having lunch, Su He accompanied Shen Yuanzhong to deposit the cash into the bank card, and then went to Jinan Municipal People's Hospital to consult about transferring Shen Yue to the capital city.
At 5 pm, Su He watched Shen Yuanzhong get on the bus. Then he started taking orders.
Just the air tickets from Jinan City to the capital city, accompanying medical staff, plus various fees added up to almost 30,000 yuan. They still didn't know how much they would have to spend once in the capital city. The immense pressure forced Su He to desperately earn money.
"Ding, you have a new food delivery order, please handle it promptly."
He still had to deliver 23 orders at the same time. Su He hurried to start picking up and delivering the orders.
In the city, the neon lights were flashing. Countless deliverymen on electric scooters were shuttling through the streets and alleys. They had no time to enjoy the scenery. In their eyes were aspirations for their future lives. They believed that as long as they worked hard, there would be gains. The completion of each order gave them a sense of fulfillment.
Sweat had soaked through his clothes and beads of perspiration covered his forehead. Su He was reluctant to buy a bottle of mineral water to drink. He kept delivering until one o'clock in the morning before opening WeChat and sending this message in the "Top Supporter Chat Group": Elder Sister Liu Restaurant, my treat, everyone come.
Dong Yong: "Did I hear wrong? Su He said he's treating us!"
Ma Mingzhe: “It must be a scam. Whoever goes is a son of a b****!”
Pan Zhigang: "I'll go, daddy. I'm coming!"
At half past one, there were still customers coming in and out at Elder Sister Liu's home-style restaurant. Ride-hailing drivers, deliverymen, designated drivers... This restaurant was often open until three in the morning.
At the dining table, Ma Mingzhe, Dong Yong, and Pan Zhigang all looked at Su He warily.
"Cough up the money first, or I won't feel assured..." Ma Mingzhe spoke first.
Su He smiled and asked, "What, afraid I'll skip the bill?"
"Afraid!"
The three answered in unison.
The dishes were served and everyone had a case of beer, but no one picked up their chopsticks.
"Sister Liu, calculate the bill please?" Su He called out.
"Yo, Su He, treating today?" The boss lady Sister Liu walked over and said, "Is the sun rising from the west today? Or did you win the lottery?"
After Su He paid, Dong Yong slapped the table and shouted loudly, "Come on, guys, bottoms up!"
Su He was shocked. "Wow, Brother Yong, didn't you say you quit drinking?"
Dong Yong stood up, glaring at Su He and said, "Quit drinking? What right do I have to quit drinking? Those with money quit drinking for health, those with cars quit drinking to avoid drunk driving, those with ability quit drinking for their future prospects. I have nothing. All I have left is this alcohol tolerance. If I don't achieve something with my drinking, what meaning does my life have?"
"Can't fault that logic, I love to hear that. Come on, we must drink this one alone!" Ma Mingzhe drank a toast with Dong Yong.
After a few rounds, Su He had drunk half a case of beer and could no longer hold it in. He was the first to get up and go to the bathroom.
"Self-penalty, three drinks!" Dong Yong's eyes were red. He pointed at Su He and laughed loudly.
It was a little punishment they had. Whoever went to the bathroom first had to drink as penalty.
His phone rang. Su He picked it up and saw it was Liu Wen.
"Hello, Officer Liu, drinking...At Elder Sister Liu Restaurant drinking...Come drink with us..."
"Su He, where are you now?"
"At Elder Sister Liu Restaurant drinking...Officer Liu, do you want to come drink...Urp..."
After throwing up, Su He found that Liu Wen had hung up the call. He washed his face and walked out, shouting, "I can't drink anymore, you guys go on..."
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