impermanence of life.
Big Chang covers Xiao Chang.
eight pm.
Shazhu proposed and planned, Liu Haizhong took the lead in organizing, and everyone in the courtyard agreed. A conference specifically targeting Yi Zhonghai officially kicked off.
One of the three chairs that symbolized the power of the three stewards of the courtyard was removed. The chair that originally belonged to Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong sat on it with his butt twisted, and Liu Haizhong's position became Yan Fugui.
Only the hypocrite, the former manager, was lost in the crowd with his neighbors, and the stars looked at the proud bangs and the indifferent expression on Yan Fugui. This huge gap made it difficult for him to The face-saving Yi Zhonghai couldn't accept it, and he couldn't accept it. He felt all sorts of things in his heart and sighed slightly.
Nothing is permanent.
Yesterday, Yi Zhonghai was still a respected steward. He kept his word in the courtyard and convinced countless people.
Overnight.
The house collapsed.
The first uncle is no longer the first uncle.
The steward is no longer a steward.
The reputation is rotten to the point of stinking shit.
He was stabbed in the back by fellow workers in the steel rolling mill.
In the courtyard, the neighbors were scorned in various ways.
This is really not the result he wanted.
The deaf old lady just sent her home. The deaf old lady specially pulled Yi Zhonghai and talked for a long time. The implicit meaning behind her words was that Silly Zhu was a more suitable candidate to provide for Yi Zhonghai and his wife in their old age than Jia Dongxu. She also taught Yi Zhonghai How to morally kidnap the neighbors, let Yi Zhonghai start from Sha Zhu. He must do it before Sha Zhu gets married, otherwise Sha Zhu will really become a kite with broken strings and fly away.
Yi Zhonghai's eyes subconsciously fell on Sha Zhu.
A thought came to mind.
In Silly Zhu's arms, he was holding a box that looked very familiar to him.
Look carefully.
Isn't this the box that Yi Zhonghai used as a steward in the past two years to morally kidnap the neighbors to donate money and materials to the Jia family and the deaf old lady? How did it end up in the arms of Silly Zhu.
Donate?
Donate something?
Twisted his head.
I looked at the aunt who was supporting the deaf old lady.
The eyes of Yi Zhonghai, Auntia, and the deaf old lady met in mid-air. The moment their eyes came together, Yi Zhonghai understood what the deaf old lady and Auntia meant.
If it is really an activity of donating money and materials.
Yi Zhonghai will make generous donations on behalf of the Yi family.
The eyes of the aunt and the deaf old lady gave Yi Zhonghai a vague idea.
Take the opportunity to wash your hands.
Yi Zhonghai's hand reached into his pocket, which contained the salary of 435,000 yuan that Yi Zhonghai had just received today. He planned to donate all of it to shock the people in the courtyard and let some people know. He, Yi Zhonghai, is still the same Yi Zhonghai.
"I called the neighbors together late at night. I have two meanings. The first one is that I, Liu Haizhong, as the chief steward of the courtyard, have a formal chat with the neighbors. Everyone knows that a lot of things happened in our compound last night. , something happened to the former uncle Yi Zhonghai, and those people brought trouble to the family."
He gasped for air in his bangs.
Pointed at Silly Pillar.
"Everyone knows Silly Zhu. Let's not introduce Silly Zhu. Let's introduce the things in Silly Zhu's arms. You can see clearly. The donation box was used by Yi Zhonghai when he was a master. It was given to the old lady in the backyard and to Jia's family in the middle courtyard. Donated several times.”
Jia Dongxu was tempted.
Free money.
Why not.
Everyone in the hospital knew that Jia Dongxu and Shazhu refused to deal with each other.
In fact.
It was jealousy that caused the trouble.
Jia Dongxu is jealous of Silly Zhu, and this jealousy becomes more and more intense as Silly Zhu's life gets better and better. Silly Zhu has a bicycle, a radio, a camera, and a sewing machine. Silly Zhu has three machines and one car. In particular, the sewing machine of Shazhu's family was a sewing machine compensated by Jia's family. At first, Jia and Zhang were reluctant to use it, saying that they would let Qin Huairu, her new daughter-in-law, use it when she married Qin Huairu in the future. Because Jia Dongxu lost Shazhu’s bicycle, Xu Damao moved the Jia family’s sewing machine to Shazhu’s house and became Shazhu’s family. sewing machine.
They are all the same people.
Silly Zhu's father followed the widow and ran to Baocheng.
Fortunately, Jia Dongxu still has a mother, and Yi Zhonghai is his master. In Jia Dongxu's heart, he should step on Fuzhu, instead of Fuzhu stepping on Jia Dongxu in turn.
Jealousy makes people crazy.
Silly Zhu is a mid-level collector at the scrap station and one of the eight members. Who is Jia Dongxu? An ordinary regular worker in the steel rolling mill is not even the lowest-paid first-class worker, and his salary only accounts for two-fifths of Shazhu's salary.
This gap stimulated Jia Dongxu. He watched Silly Zhu riding a bicycle to work every day. He hated and envied him to death, and he became increasingly jealous. Silly Zhu, who is several years younger than him, is on and off the bicycle. On the other hand, Jia Dongxu walks every day. Even if the weather is good, it is fine. If it is really windy, rainy and snowy, it will be like braving the wind and snow.
Deep down in his heart, Jia Dongxu desperately longs for a bicycle.
Liu Haizhong's words immediately made Jia Dongxu's mind come alive. If he really had money, Jia Dongxu would also buy a brand new bicycle tomorrow.
With a full look of expectation, he looked at Liu Haizhong, his eyes full of passion. Today, Jia Dongxu deliberately ignored Yi Zhonghai.
"In order to demonstrate the mutual support of the neighbors in our courtyard, I, Liu Haizhong, and my second uncle Yan Fugui took the lead in organizing this donation event for the former manager Yi Zhonghai. Those with money will contribute. The powerful contribution made the former grandfather fully feel the care of our neighbors for him, and we strive to complete the assistance to Yi Zhonghai as soon as possible so that Yi Zhonghai and his family can live a happy life."
The scene turned into a sea of silence.
Except for a few insiders.
Most people have turned into monks who are two feet tall and are scratching their heads.
What a thing.
Donate.
Let’s donate to Yi Zhonghai.
The most typical people are Jia Dongxu, Yi Zhonghai, and Xu Damao.
Jia Dongxu was confused and confused because he realized that he was overthinking the donation to Yi Zhonghai, not to him, Yi Zhonghai's disciple, and he felt uncomfortable.
I was all ready to use the donations from the neighbors to buy a bicycle, but you suddenly told me that the donation event was held for Yi Zhonghai.
Is Yi Zhonghai short of money?
No shortage of money.
I felt as if I had been scratched by a cat.
Really uncomfortable.
Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu were in the same mood. They also felt uncomfortable all over their bodies. They both wanted to use donations to clear themselves up and re-establish their personalities. However, you called on the neighbors to donate to Yi Zhonghai. Isn't this nonsense?
Am I the kind of person who needs donations from my neighbors?
Want to say no.
Considering his current status.
Anxious.
Like an ant on a hot pot.
Not thinking about a good place.
Think this is a trap.
Xu Damao, who was standing not far from Yi Zhonghai, was the first person to react.
Donate to Yi Zhonghai.
This is obviously a deliberate attempt to disgust Yi Zhonghai.
Such an immoral method.
Who came up with it?
Bangs in the middle!
When his eyes fell on Liu Haizhong, he immediately rejected the speculation about Liu Haizhong. Liu Haizhong, who was simple-minded and specialized in beating his son, would not come up with such a damaging move.
It's Silly Pillar!
Xu Damao's eyes lit up.
This method must have been thought up by Shazhu.
wonderful.
How wonderful.
I'm afraid even Yi Zhonghai himself would not have thought that Sha Zhu would respond to Yi Zhonghai's behavior this morning in this way.
Bade took small steps home, and Bade arrived home.
"I think the second uncle is right. We all saw it last night. Those people brought great trouble to Lao Yitou's family. No one can live in the house at all. They are still thinking about how to express my, Xu Damao's concern for the first uncle. Second The uncle called on us to donate money to Lao Yitou, and I, Xu Damao, was the first to agree."
"Da Mao, no need. I have money. It's not easy for the neighbors. They have many children and earn little."
It was as if Yi Zhonghai's mouth had been suddenly covered by someone, and he couldn't say a word.
It's a bit like riding a tiger with a hard time getting off.
Donations accepted.
A slap in the face to Yi Zhonghai.
Donations are not accepted.
Also slapped Yi Zhonghai in the face.
The reason Yi Zhonghai explained has become evidence for people to slap Yi Zhonghai in the face. Since he knows that the neighbors are living a hard life, why do they still organize the neighbors to donate to the Jia family and the deaf old lady?
An invisible trap appeared around Yi Zhonghai. He stepped on the trap when moving forward, and stepped on the trap when retreating.
The claws are numb.
He paused on the spot.
Xu Damao took advantage of Yi Zhonghai's daze and took out a wad of money from his pocket.
There may be hundreds of thousands here and there.
Jia Dongxu was angry.
The nose is crooked.
Chang Ming Jia thought that Xu Damao was going to donate so much money to Yi Zhonghai, so he thought to himself, Xu Damao is full of food. If you donate so much money to Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai may not even say hello to you. You might as well donate the money to me, Jia Dongxu.
The turning point occurred when Jia Dongxu was thinking about it.
Xu Damao grabbed a stack of money, counted it, took out a coin with the smallest denomination from the money, and walked to the solid wood table.
Silly Zhu just put the donation box here, and next to him was Yan Fugui, who was holding a pen and paper.
Xu Damao's admiration for Silly Zhu is like the endless flow of a surging river, or like the overflowing water of the Yellow River that is out of control.
Not only did he slap Yi Zhonghai in the face with a donation, but he also asked Yan Fugui to record who donated how much and how much on paper. This is equivalent to slapping Yi Zhonghai twice, and then asking Yi Zhonghai whether he enjoyed the two slaps.
Too cruel.
Silly Zhu ridiculed Yi Zhonghai's plan.
As Xu Damao's brother, he naturally had to give his approval and highly cooperate.
"Third uncle, I, Xu Damao, will donate 100 yuan, please put my name on it."
Yan Fugui looked at Xu Damao. The hand holding the pen was shaking.
Is this a donation?
This is Yi Zhonghai's old face.
Some time ago, the price of a pound of rice rose to 10,000 yuan, and 100 yuan only buys a penny of rice.
"Third uncle, please write. I, Xu Damao, will donate 100 yuan to Yi Zhonghai."
Yan Fugui, who was urged by Xu Damao, tried hard to calm down and wrote Xu Damao's name on the white paper, followed by the number one hundred.
Lao Kou looked unhappy.
I feel so comfortable.
To slap Yi Zhonghai in the face, he was related to Yan Fugui, so Xu Damao donated 100 yuan, which seemed to be a large denomination, but in fact it only had the purchasing power of one penny.
This is harming others and adding pure evil.
Yan Fugui thought that Xu Damao had broken through his view of human nature. However, Silly Zhu's words made Yan Fugui infinitely suspicious of human nature.
"Third uncle, you will write later." Silly Zhu, who shouted to Yan Fugui with a smile, turned his face and greeted Xu Damao, who was confused, "Xu Damao!"
When Xu Damao saw Sha Zhu's expression, he knew that Sha Zhu was going to take a bad turn. He thought randomly in his mind, "My donation of 100 yuan has already slapped Yi Zhonghai in the face. You can't be more ruthless than me."
The key is that Xu Damao doesn't know how Sha Zhu will break through his bottom line of 100 yuan donation.
The smallest denomination is one hundred yuan.
You can't tear a hundred yuan into strips and donate one piece at a time.
When Silly Pillar shouted out the second half of the content.
Only then did Xu Damao realize that he had underestimated Silly Zhu.
On immorality.
My Grandpa Shazhu is a professional.
Yan Fugui was dumbfounded, his glasses fell on the table, his mouth wide open, a look of shock that he couldn't believe. The hundred yuan donated by Xu Damao, Sha Zhu was going to treat it as a joint donation between the two of them. The reason was No change!
"Silly Zhu, what did you say?"
"Third uncle, I said this hundred yuan should be regarded as a donation from Xu Damao and I." Silly Zhu took out two large bills with a denomination of one hundred thousand from his pocket, "No change."
Yi Zhonghai's face turned completely green.
Grabbing two big tickets with a denomination of 100,000, you and Xu Damao donated 100 to me. Doesn't this mean that Yi Zhonghai is only worthy of your stupid donation of 50?
Silly column, you are sincere.
The hypocrite is right.
Sha Zhu was sincere. According to the plan discussed by Sha Zhu and Liu Haizhong, Sha Zhu would be the first to donate 100 yuan. Xu Damao was the first to pounce on him and donated 100 yuan to Yi Zhonghai, which inadvertently disrupted the situation of Sha Zhu. Column steps.
That's not bad.
Ever since.
Silly Zhu had an idea and regarded Xu Damao's donation of 100 yuan as a donation for the two of them.
To this.
Yan Fugui wanted to know where the lower limit of human beings was.
We can't all use this trick.
The more impossible things are.
The more it becomes possible.
Thanks to Silly Zhu's clever idea, the activity of donating money to Yi Zhonghai suddenly changed from its original flavor.
The thin-skinned neighbor imitated Xu Damao and donated 100 yuan. Shamelessly, he directly imitated Silly Zhu and asked Yan Fugui to write his name after so and so.
In more than 20 households, except for the deaf old lady in the backyard and the Jia family in the middle court who did not donate to Yi Zhonghai, the remaining neighbors took the initiative to lend a helping hand and donated a total of 500 yuan to Yi Zhonghai. Some people wrote their names behind the amount of money donated by others. Those who were donated by the partnership did not get angry, and even got a little excited to see who was in trouble and actively begged the other person to write their names behind.
Five hundred dollars.
It’s only five cents of rice.
What Yi Zhonghai cares about is not money. When the deal is done, he, a person who has been stripped of his title of steward, has no right to refute at all, and these people will not give Yi Zhonghai a chance to refute.
The thing that really made Yi Zhonghai feel embarrassed was the people who donated 5 yuan of rice to him. Everyone's face was filled with the feeling of having helped Yi Zhonghai so much. Everyone turned into a Yi Zhonghai's savior regards himself as Yi Zhonghai's benefactor, and looks down on Yi Zhonghai with the face of Yi Zhonghai's benefactor.
When had Yi Zhonghai ever been ridiculed like this?
Yi Zhonghai, who was originally disgraced because of the donation, could no longer bear to be looked down upon like an ant. The depression in his heart was superimposed but he could not find an outlet to vent.
This humiliation.
Too heavy.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Yi Zhonghai's eyelids sank and he fainted. Yi Zhonghai had no idea what happened next. When he woke up leisurely, what he saw was not only the concerned eyes of his aunt, but also the five pictures on the The banknotes on the Kang table of the Yi family.
Five hundred-yuan bills turned into mocking cheeks, taunting Yi Zhonghai crazily. With a dull cry of pain, Yi Zhonghai fainted again.
The eldest mother's shrill roar rang out from the courtyard.
"Help, come here, Lao Yi fainted, help."
(End of chapter)
