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Yang Jian didn't plan to fork out a single cent.

Yi Zhonghai finally saw it clearly.

However, Yi Zhonghai still asked.

"Yang Jian, have you thought it through? You have to know that this is the mutual help of the entire hospital. If you are so detached from the masses, if your family gets into trouble in the future…who will be willing to help you?”

"Yeah, Yang Jian," Liu Haizhong quickly advised,"People always have their moments of pride and disappointment." Since everyone was living in the same courtyard, it was fate. If you help others, you're also helping yourself."

Yan Bugui said," Don't think about the past anymore. Young people should learn to look at problems from the perspective of development.”

"What you said is very nice," Yang Jian said with a smile.”

The faces of the three masters darkened.

"Save these words for others.”Yang Jian chuckled." What future…Let me ask you something. What were you doing when you were my age? Do I need to beg you?"

These words were even more despairing than killing people.

The three masters were speechless.

Yang Jian was already a third-grade worker. In the future, he probably wouldn't be able to ask for much from them.

From the factory manager's tone of praise for Yang Jian yesterday, it could be heard that Yang Jian was well-known to the factory manager.

There were only a few people in the entire factory, or even the entire city, who could skip a grade to become a third-grade worker in their twenties.

Such a talent with endless potential might have a different future in a few years. It was really hard to say who would beg who.

Bang!

The Deaf Old Lady leaned on her walking stick and said angrily,""Yang brat, you are too arrogant!"

The status of the Deaf Old Lady was the highest in the entire Siheyuan.

She was equivalent to the matriarch of this courtyard house.

She was the first to move into this courtyard house.

Her whole family died.

She was the oldest.

Her words carried the most weight.

As the Deaf Old Lady stepped forward,

Hope was rekindled in everyone's hearts.

"If this courtyard house thinks like you, it will definitely become cold and heartless in the future.”

The Deaf Old Lady spoke clearly and clearly, unlike an old man in his sixties.

"You can't make a bad start and mess up the rules!”

The Deaf Old Lady's murky eyes looked straight at Yang Jian.

Immediately, everyone's gaze fell on Yang Jian.

If Yang Jian didn't donate, he would be labeled as a bad person.

Jia Zhang-shi immediately supported the Deaf Old Lady, looking very friendly to her.

"That's right. I'm not the one begging you to donate. You're the one begging all of us. Since you live in this courtyard house, you have to abide by the rules here. Otherwise…"

Jia Zhang-shi didn't continue, but her meaning was clear.

If he didn't donate, he had to get lost.

"Yang Jian, listen to the old granny," Qin Huiru said. Our family doesn't need you to donate much. 20 yuan is enough.”

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Yan Bugui nodded.

"This is the way to be considered a part of our Siheyuan!"”

Xu Damao said," Our Siheyuan has always been the most united. All these years, the other courtyards have been gossiping nonstop. Only our courtyard has not been gossiped about. This is because we are united…"

The Deaf Old Lady had already brought the situation up.

No one dared to disobey.

However…

Yang Jian didn't like to hear it.

The Deaf Old Lady was a loyal person, and this was the most praiseworthy aspect of her.

But the problem was…

Was the Deaf Old Lady the only survivor?

When were Yang Jian's parents not loyal?

As for the rest, what was the point of being the first to move in?

The first person to move in was arranged by the street. This courtyard was not the property of the deaf old lady.

He was just the first to move in.

All the people who moved in later were arranged by the street.

As for his age, there was nothing to say. Old age could only mean that he was old. It could never mean anything else.

"Save it, you guys."

Yang Jian's voice wasn't loud, but everyone was listening attentively.

When Yang Jian spoke, only his voice could be heard.

Yang Jian looked at the Deaf Granny." We're both martyrs. Since we were young, have my sister and I received any donations from you?"”

"Before I became an apprentice, my family's price was 16.6 yuan. Last year, the Jia family had paid 24.3 yuan. The hospital was still donating. Donate your mother's ass, you're still doing donations.”

"The Jia family has a sewing machine.”

"Everyone in the Jia family is eating so well. Look at yourselves, look at your own children's sallow and emaciated appearance!”

"If Jia Dongxu dies, the factory will pay a pension. Why do you need to donate here?”

"What a joke. All of them are filled with righteous indignation. Don't you know how many pieces you have in your pockets? No wonder your salary is not as high as mine after working for so many years!”

"Three masters, if you are really benevolent, why don't you take out half of your salary? Especially since Master One's salary is 99 yuan a month. If you take out 10 yuan, you have the cheek to ask me to take 20 yuan?”

"Grandma, this courtyard house is divided by the street, not yours. You're not the landlord, so you don't have the right to chase me away.”

"I'm done. Who agrees and who disagrees?”

Everyone was silent.

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