"I'm going to save up money to get married. I don't have much money on hand, so I'll donate five yuan!”
Xu Damao wasn't like Silly Zhu, who donated so much to people who had no relatives or friends.
Wasn't he after Qin Huiru's body?
Who didn't know about this?
When Qin Huiru first entered the quad, Silly Zhu had already taken a fancy to her.
However, Qin Huairu had not taken a fancy to him back then.
It was because there was a silly word in Silly Zhu's name.
He didn't sound like a smart person.
However, he didn't expect that Silly Zhu would become the head chef of the rolling mill.
His monthly salary was 37.5 yuan, which was ten streets ahead of Jia Dongxu.
This made Qin Huairu feel extremely regretful.
"You still want to marry a wife? Someone would like someone like you?"
Silly Pillar mocked.
"Just wait and see! When the time comes, you better keep your eyes open!”
Xu Damao said disdainfully.
He wasn't like Silly Zhu, who was fixated on the married Qin Huiru.
Xu Damao wouldn't like ordinary girls.
He had already contacted Director Li and asked him to help him get to know Lou Xiao'e.
Lou Xiao'e was the daughter of a capitalist.
Although his reputation was not very good, his family was very rich.
Soon, the neighbors had donated most of their money, leaving only Zhou Wenbing and Uncle Wu.
Uncle Wu's full name was Wu Deming, and he could be considered Zhou Wenbing's master.
Back then, Zhou Wenbing's father begged Yi Zhonghai to take Zhou Wenbing as his disciple so that he could learn how to be a fitter.
However, Yi Zhonghai put on an old face and disagreed.
In the end, he had no choice but to beg Uncle Wu to take Zhou Wenbing as his disciple and learn how to be a welder.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.
It was snowing heavily last year. Uncle Wu broke his right leg on his way to work, and it was difficult for him to walk.
She lost her job and could only do manual labor at home to earn money.
This kind of handiwork was not something that could be done every month.
On average, he could only earn seven or eight yuan a month.
Therefore, everyone knew that Uncle Wu's family was in trouble, and they could not count on his family to donate much money.
They immediately turned to look at Zhou Wenbing.
"Zhou Wenbing, it's your turn! How much are you donating?"
Silly Pillar asked.
Since others had already donated, how could Zhou Wenbing not donate?
"The old hag spoke ill of me behind my back and ruined my marriage. Now, she wants me to help her?”
"You're more likely to eat my fart!"
"If I have to donate, can I donate a couplet?”
"One of them deserves to die, and the other deserves to die. Which one do you want?”
Zhou Wenbing retorted.
Yesterday, when Zhou Wenbing asked Jia Zhangshi for an explanation, Jia Dongxu and Shazhu even beat him up together.
Why did she want him to donate money today?
This was simply a dream.
"You heartless beast, you blame me for not getting a wife? How dare you curse my son to die?"
"If you want to die, it's you who will die. The heavens really don't have eyes! I'm not taking you in, you bastard!"
Hearing Zhou Wenbing's words, Jia Zhangshi cursed angrily.
Everyone else was donating money to their family.
Not only did Zhou Wenbing not donate money, he even cursed his son to die?
If this wasn't a beast, then what was it?
"That's right. Zhou Wenbing, I think you're itching for a beating again, right?”
"You have to donate today even if you don't want to. Don't force me to hit you!”
Silly Zhu also threatened.
If he beat Zhou Wenbing up, he would be able to win Qin Huiru's favor.
It was definitely worth it.
"Zhou Wenbing, you're too indiscreet. How difficult is the Jia family now? Can't you see?"
"If you don't help me, will you feel guilty?”
Yi Zhonghai couldn't stand it anymore and joined in the crusade against Zhou Wenbing.
From his point of view, Zhou Wenbing was eating alone and not starving.
It was impossible for him to not have any money on hand.
Their words made Zhou Wenbing laugh.
"First Uncle, when my father was seriously ill, why didn't you help me when my family was in trouble?”
"When Uncle Wu broke his leg back then, why didn't I see you call for everyone to help?”
"Now that Jia Dongxu is injured at work and is not dead, you are calling for everyone to help.”
"I can't help but suspect that you have other intentions.”
Zhou Wenbing retorted.
To deal with Yi Zhonghai, this hypocritical old man, he had to tear off his hypocritical mask.
When the neighbors heard Zhou Wenbing's words, they immediately started discussing.
She felt that what Zhou Wenbing said was not unreasonable.
In this era, who had it easy?
Weren't they all below the food and clothing line? It would be good if they didn't starve to death.
On the other hand, Jia Zhang-shi had a body full of fat, weighing more than 200 jin.
How could he not be able to eat?
"Don't talk nonsense! Who has ulterior motives?"
"Why didn't you say anything about your difficulties? If you say it, how can we not help you?”
Yi Zhonghai said angrily with a red face.
Of course, he had his reasons for doing so.
Yi Zhonghai had no children. Naturally, he wanted to nurture someone to retire.
Jia Dongxu was originally chosen.
However, Jia Dongxu did not live up to expectations. He did not work hard and his skills improved slowly.
Now, he was crippled and was even worse than Silly Zhu.
Therefore, Yi Zhonghai had set his goal of taking care of the elderly on Shazhu.
"Master Yi, you're indeed not doing it right. I watched Wenbing grow up.”
"Now that he has no parents and lives alone, how much money can he have?”
"Stop forcing him to donate money!”
"If it really doesn't work, I'll donate two yuan!”
Uncle Wu spoke up for Zhou Wenbing.
Uncle Wu used to have a good relationship with Zhou Wenbing's father, and they were even comrades.
Therefore, when Zhou Wenbing was at his lowest, only Uncle Wu helped him.
"Cripple Wu, what does this have to do with you?”
"How can Zhou Wenbing not have money? Didn't his father receive a pension of two to three hundred yuan when he got into an accident?”
"It can't be that you've used up all of them, right?"
Jia Zhangshi cursed.
This made Wu Deming very angry.
This Jia Zhang-shi really had no conscience at all. She actually had designs on Zhou Wenbing's father's pension?
"Old hag, are you still human? You're actually thinking about my dad's pension?”
"Since you want it so much, you can have it if Jia Dongxu dies!”
Zhou Wenbing retorted.
These people were simply too shameless.
He was actually thinking about the pension that his father had received when he passed away.
Because Zhou Wenbing's father died from a work-related injury, the factory gave him a pension of more than 280 yuan.
He didn't expect that this old woman would still be thinking about it.
"Dog, what nonsense are you spouting? If anything happens to my son, I won't let you off!”
"If you dare to curse again, I'll tear your mouth apart!”
Jia Zhangshi cursed.
Zhou Wenbing remembered that he still had a Rotten Mouth Talisman in his System Space.
This talisman was simply too suitable for Jia Zhang-shi to use.
There was no need to stick the talisman on the other party's body.
Instead, he only needed to choose a target and crush the talisman.
The talisman would turn into a white light and enter the other party's body.
Zhou Wenbing didn't hesitate and crushed the Rotten Mouth Talisman.
A white light silently fell into Jia Zhangshi's body.
"You should take care of your mouth first! If you scold too much, you'll rot sooner or later!"
Zhou Wenbing mocked.
He was just waiting for the talisman to take effect.
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