Siheyuan: starting from security

The third uncle frowned.

In his heart now, he wished he could skin the elder alive.

Is it easy for me to support a family of seven now? A month’s salary is only a small amount. Qin Huairu is the same as me, so why should she donate?

And this uncle, and the Jia family

With such a good relationship, isn’t it normal for you to donate money?

Who doesn't know that you and Jia Zhang broke the shoes, and they don't know about Qin Huairu either. If something happens to Bang Gang, you will naturally donate it.

Your monthly salary is ninety-nine yuan, and two hundred yuan is just two months' salary. Wouldn't it be nice to cover it all yourself?

Now you ask us to help you donate, how shameless, you are fooling all the good people!

The third uncle was cursing crazily in his heart, but he also knew that money must be donated. After all, his family's ability to resist risks is too small. If someone gets sick and is hospitalized in the future, the whole hospital will need to donate.

Moreover, he is now the only remaining uncle in the courtyard. If he does not donate, his name as the third uncle will probably no longer be respected.

So he thought about it, and painfully took out a big unity note from his pocket. After thinking about it again, he put the money back into his pocket, took out a five-yuan note, and put it in the bag.

Then he said:

"Everyone knows that my salary is not high. My monthly salary is the same as Qin Huairu's, and I can't compare with the first uncle, so that's all."

When everyone saw this, they didn't say anything. They all knew the situation of the third uncle's family. These five yuan were already a lot for the third uncle.

"Yu Yu, how much money do you have in your pocket?"

At this time, Shazhu stopped crying, walked to He Yueyue, and whispered to He Yuyu.

He Yuyu smelled a foul smell, turned his back on him, took two steps to the side in disgust, and then said:

"Only one dollar."

"Impossible, don't lie to me." Silly Zhu shook his head and said with a look of disbelief:

"Anyway, I don't care about you. Donate later. You must donate at least ten yuan or more. The stick is what you have seen since childhood. Now that you can make money by yourself, you must help."

"I only have one dollar. Believe it or not, I'm here. Don't talk to me anymore, and you won't be afraid of others laughing at me."

He Yuyu felt that the smell was too strong and took two more steps to the side before saying.

She has money in her pocket, but why should she donate money to BangGeng?

She remembered that she had been eating meat from Shazhu since she was a child, but she could only eat Wowotou.

One time, I was so greedy that I secretly ate a piece of meat. When I was spotted by BangGeng, I burst into tears.

When Qin Huairu and Shazhu saw it, they both taught themselves a lesson and said that they were such adults and they had to let the children go.

There are too many things like this. I grew up watching the memes and they are so funny.

One dollar was donated because everyone donated it. If it weren't for the moral kidnapping by the big man, she wouldn't have donated a dime.

Soon, the first man collected all the money from the audience.

He Yuyu said she would give her one dollar, and she would give her one dollar. Even if Silly Zhu kept winking at her, it would still be one dollar.

When we finally arrived at Yang Chen, apart from the first uncle, the person who donated the most was the third uncle. This also made the third uncle look bad. He just felt that he was the first one to donate, and that he was being stupid.

"Yang Chen, how much do you donate? You are currently the one with the highest salary in our courtyard."

After the first uncle came to Yang Chen, he suddenly said in a strange way.

That tone was as if Yang Chen wouldn't be able to do it if he didn't donate fifty-eighty yuan.

"Me." Yang Chen chuckled, then touched again and again from his pocket, took out a one-cent note and put it into the bag:

"The etiquette is light but the affection is heavy. I wish Bangge will be discharged from the hospital soon."

The uncle opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Chen in disbelief.

Even the person whom the third uncle deducted like this received five yuan. Yang Chen's salary was one hundred yuan a month, but he only received one penny. How dare Yang Chen take this penny?

However, the elder thought for a while, then his thoughts changed, and he came up with an idea. This might be good, he could finally kill Yang Chen's spirit.

So he didn't say anything, just sneered at Yang Chen and walked back to the center of the yard.

He put the money on the table and then said righteously:

"Comrades, after all of us donated just now, we now have 132 yuan. Although it is still a little far away from 200 yuan, it can be regarded as reducing the great pressure on the Jia family.

But just now, Yang Chen in our courtyard, as the security section chief of the steel rolling mill, had a monthly salary of one hundred yuan and only donated one penny. Isn't this a joke?

If everyone is like him, then when we are hospitalized and need donations, who can help us?"

When the elder spoke at this time, he spoke with righteous words and a righteous look on his face, which made Yang Chen couldn't help but feel sick.

"If you say that, then I won't donate a penny. As the old saying goes, it's more important to be kind than to be courteous, but you can't do this, sir. Taking money depends on your character."

Yang Chen sneered, walked forward, took out his penny directly from the bag, and then stuffed it into his pocket.

"Isn't it like this? Everyone in the hospital, even Xu Damao, donated a dime. As the chief of the security department, you gave out a penny. Isn't this intentional humiliation?"

The old man won't show mercy to others when he is in power, pretending to be just and speaking.

He was extremely happy at this moment. He didn't expect that Yang Chen was so stupid and only donated a penny. Didn't he find the reason for this?

If he operates well this time, it is entirely possible for him to restore his reputation and regain his position as the first master.

In addition, Yang Chen's reputation can be suppressed. Thanks to Yang Chen, he only donated a penny. Otherwise, I really don't know how to deal with him.

"Section Chief Yang is a little too much. One penny is indeed a bit small. My monthly salary is only more than ten yuan, but I donated one yuan."

"Yang Chen has a grudge against her family, which is normal, but her arm was bitten off. She doesn't look at the monk's face and looks at the Buddha's face. It's at least a little bit of fun."

"Yes, although donating money comes from your heart, if you can donate, you must donate more. After all, no one may have difficulties and will need donations in the future."

"..."

After hearing what the elder said, some people who were easily incited started talking one after another.

I have to say that these people are just like those people on the scarves of later generations. They are incited time and time again and say that they have learned a lesson, but they are still easy to be incited next time.

I don’t know if they are really so easily incited, or if they are too violent and do it on purpose?

"Master, you are really disgusting. As a person who messes around with men and women, are you qualified to stand here and initiate a fundraiser?"

Yang Chen first mocked the elder, and then said without waiting for him to fight back:

"Everyone should know that Bangge's injuries were caused by a dog bite at my house. If a normal person thinks about it, then why don't you just die?

After all, Bangge is a thief. He goes directly to other people's homes to steal. It is normal to be bitten like this, and he deserves to be bitten to death.

He had stolen more than once, and even though he had been sent to a juvenile detention center for rehabilitation, it didn't work. If he stole things when he was a child, who knows what he would do when he grows up, and he might even kill someone.

But he was from our hospital after all, so everyone was kind-hearted and donated some money, but what about me? I was stolen several times by stick stalkers. I was a victim, so naturally I couldn’t donate money to the prisoners.

But what I did was good enough. This time he stole something and I didn’t call the police. Isn’t the value much more than two hundred yuan?”