Everyone Wants Their Donations Back, Qin Huairu Wants to Cry
"Chen Yi!"
"Silly Zhu has a family now, so it's understandable that he doesn't want to donate.”
"What about you? Aren't you going to donate some?”
Hearing Yi Zhonghai's shout, Chen Yi was slightly stunned.
Then, he said,
"Master Yi, are you sure you want me to donate?”
Chen Yi was a little surprised.
It was not only because Old One was still in the mood to donate money, but also because this old thing knew that his family did not have much money now, but he still called his name.
"Of course I'm sure!"
"Alright!"
Chen Yi slowly walked up to the table. He put his left hand into his pocket and slowly took something out.
Looking at Chen Yi's performance, a hint of pride flashed in Grandpa One's eyes.
"Calling you brat is rude!"
"If I wanted to cure you, what can you do?”
Under the watchful eyes of the neighbors in the courtyard.
Chen Yi slowly took out his clenched left hand from his pocket.
After that.
He slowly opened his palm. Before anyone could see how much money was inside, he quickly poured the thing in his palm onto the table.
After that.
Chen Yi clapped his hands and returned to his seat to continue eating his peanuts.
……
Under the bright moonlight.
Everyone in the middle courtyard was staring at the donation table with their mouths agape.
Or rather…
They were looking at the pile of banknotes on the table, and the handful of peanut shells on top of them.
Yes, it was.
What Chen Yi had taken out from his pocket was a handful of peanut shells!
Chen Yi sat back down and continued eating his peanuts as if nothing had happened.
Yi Zhonghai was about to go crazy from anger!
"Chen Yi!"
"What is the meaning of this?"
Chen Yi shrugged indifferently.
"What do you mean?"
"Too little? Then I'll give you some more after I finish this one?”
Yi Zhonghai frowned when he heard Chen Yi's words.
"Chen Yi, you…are you playing dumb?”
"I asked you to donate, but why did you put some trash here?”
Seeing that Yi Zhonghai was bent on targeting him and wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Chen Yi spread his hands.
"It's nothing. I'll just donate some trash to trash people!”
"Don't tell me she wants me to donate money and curse me to die a horrible death later?”
"Sorry, I'm not that cheap!"
After saying that, Chen Yi stood up, picked up his small stool, and left.
"Hmph, you're quite good at picking the right time. You know that we got our salaries today and immediately arranged for donations, right?”
"What a pity. You deserve this!”
Chen Yi mumbled as he walked.
After passing through the middle court, Chen Yi's expression immediately returned to that calm and unperturbed look of an ancient well.
To be honest, he didn't want to care about the smelly mess in the courtyard.
He had the time.
He went back to see if his beef stew was ready. Wouldn't a bowl of beef noodles taste good?
Chen Yi walked away in a carefree manner.
However, the words he said before he left reminded people of Liang Ladi's scolding.
Instantly, the faces of the residents who had donated money in the courtyard darkened again.
After hesitating for a while.
No one knew who started it, but everyone stood up one after another in tacit understanding.
"Master Yi, we think so!"
"Actually, the donation should be voluntary, right?”
The meaning of the person who asked this question was very clear.
Today, if you dare to say the word 'no', you will be killed.
Then they would definitely go tomorrow and find the street director to have a good chat with him about the "glorious deeds" of their courtyard's First Master.
Of course, that was the truth.
Donations.
Of course, it had to be completely voluntary!
Yi Zhonghai might have rambled on and on at the start of the assembly.
But in fact, his goal was nothing more than one, and that was moral kidnapping!
The effect was pretty good.
Most people followed suit and donated money!
But now, the wind was not in the right direction…
"Since it's all voluntary, I suddenly don't want to donate this money now.”
"Come, give me back my money…"
"Yes, yes, yes. We don't want to donate anymore. Return our money to us…"
"Master Yi, I donated 10 cents just now. Please return it to me now!”
……
Under the general trend, no matter how unwilling Yi Zhonghai was, he could not stop the progress of the refund.
Under the complicated gazes of the three masters.
On the square table in the middle of the courtyard, a pile of bills changed from small to large. In the end, only the three uncles 'share and the money donated by Lou Xiao'e were left.
"Lou Xiao'e, you?"
“……”
"Since everyone has taken it back, I can't be an exception, right…"
Even though he actually didn't lack money.
However, it had to be said that Jia Zhangshi's face just now had indeed disgusted Lou Xiao'e.
When someone gave her a favor, she would let go of a curse.
Who could withstand this…
After saying that, Lou Xiao'e smiled apologetically and took her money.
Those who took back their share of the money all imitated Chen Yi and fled.
Lou Xiao'e also left.
The "big show" of donations in the Intermediate People's Court had completely come to an end!
A gust of night wind blew past.
The remaining thirty-five yuan on the square table looked a little bleak.
"Ahem, um…"
"Yan Laoxi, what do you want?"
"…It's nothing. I don't want it anymore, alright?”
Yan Bugui, the Third Master of the quad, looked at the three of them who were left with donations and wanted to speak.
However, when he heard Yi Zhonghai's shout, the miser retreated unhappily.
In the entire courtyard, only the Jia family members were left standing still…
"Qin Huairu, I can't do anything about it now that things have developed to this point.”
"This is a small token of our gratitude.”
Looking at the 35 yuan that Yi Zhonghai handed over, Qin Huiru was already on the verge of tears.
"Thank you, three masters."
"Thank you for your help today. Otherwise, what would we do now?”
Even though the "profits" from today's donation were terrible.
However, Qin Huairu still had to force a smile on her face. She thanked him in a sobbing voice before reaching out to take the money.
She really needed this money.
To be honest, thirty-five yuan was not a small amount!
This was even more than the salary that Qin Huairu had just received today.
However, Qin Huairu knew very well.
When their family had Silly Zhu to provide them with lunch boxes, they would still eat more than they needed every month.
There was no other way. Qin Huairu was the only one who had public rations.
If the others in the family wanted to eat, she could only take more money and exchange it for food…
Every time that happened, Qin Huairu would use all her skills.
To borrow money everywhere, or to deal with some men in the factory…
And now, Silly Zhu's lunch box was broken. With just his salary, the gap was too big.
It was only because the three masters were kind enough to give her thirty-five.
At the very least, he could still get through the current difficulties for the time being.
As for the future?
Don't ask. If you ask again, Qin Huiru would rather die and end everything once and for all…
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