Shenhao: I can modify the production date of everything

Zhang Yu's voice just fell.

A few young people jumped out with their mobile phones and said indignantly.

"You can drive a sports car that can afford tens of millions. Are you short of these millions? You have to embarrass the elderly."

Zhang Yu said unhappily: "It didn't happen to you, you jumped out to be a good old man."

"If you pay for him, it doesn't need 500 million, just 50."

The young man's face turned red: "I have no money. If I have money, let alone 50, I will take 500 million."

Zhang Yu smiled faintly: "It won't hurt your back when you stand and talk."

"Is there anyone who has lost money for the old man? Not much, just 50, is there?"

Zhang Yu glanced around, and everyone lowered their heads to avoid Zhang Yu's eyes, especially the few people who were the most lovable just now hid behind the crowd and looked in quietly.

"Is no one talking now? I don't want to be affectionate, I want to be duty-bound."

Zhang Yu looked at the old man, and he still said with a firm look: "Young man, you can just say it, and you can pay as much as you should."

"Okay, that's the number." Zhang Yu stretched out a finger and shook it.

The old man stared at Zhang Yu and asked, "1000 million?"

Zhang Yu shook his head: "One piece."

He only wanted one yuan not because of the persuasion of the onlookers, but because of the persistence of the old man.

The old man had a difficult life but he didn't play tricks, and he was determined to take his own responsibilities.

If the old man listened to the onlookers lying on the ground and cheating, I am afraid that Zhang Yu would have to deal with business, and he would not ask for any less compensation.

The old man asked in disbelief, "One piece? Really, young man."

Zhang Yu nodded: "Grandpa, please give me the money quickly and go home, the aunt is still waiting for you at home."

Hearing the word aunt, the old man burst into tears.

Then he took out all the money on his body, about more than 1000 yuan, and stuffed it all into Zhang Yu's hands.

Zhang Yu took out one piece, and prepared to return the rest to the old man, but the old man held Zhang Yu's hand tightly.

"Young man, you must take this money."

Looking at the old man's firm eyes, Zhang Yu could only smile helplessly and put the money in his pocket.

"Okay then, it's over for the old man and the two of us, you should hurry up and see the aunt."

The old man choked for a moment, then opened his mouth with difficulty: "Thank you, young man."

After speaking, I rode a tricycle and prepared to leave.

"This young man is not bad, he is different from other rich people."

"Yes, good people are rewarded."

Everyone gave Zhang Yu thumbs up one after another, but he didn't care what these people said at all.

This is the people nowadays, standing on the commanding heights of morality to accuse others, following their will is a good person, or else a heinous villain.

When Zhang Yu was about to get in the car and leave, the middle-aged man who made a second-hand car came over and handed Zhang Yu a business card.

"Hello, boss, my friend does luxury car repairs, I can contact you if you need it, and the absolute lowest price guarantees quality and quantity."

Zhang Yu didn't take the business card and asked puzzledly: "What repairs the car, can the car still be repaired? Isn't it broken and just replaced with a new one?"

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After Zhang Yu got into the car, he turned around and turned the car in the direction the old man left.

In the car, Chen Lele asked worriedly: "Your behavior is really manly, but what if you crash and go back to your boss?"

"It's my own car, what do you say?"

Hearing this, Chen Lele felt turbulent, maybe it was really his car, otherwise how dare he let the old man go.

But if he was really so rich, how could that gold digger Lin Shuyi be willing to let him go.

"Brother Yu, why are we going here?" When Chen Lele was puzzled, he suddenly saw the old man riding a tricycle in front of him.

And when he found out that this road was not the way back to school, he suddenly opened up. He felt that there were so many people that it was not easy to ask for money. Did he want to ask the old man's family to ask for money?

Hmph, all men are the same, only what they say is nice.

"I have something to go to the old man's house. If you have something, I can put it on the side of the road for you. You can take a taxi and go back first."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll go and have a look." Chen Lele sneered, and I guessed right.

The two of them followed the old man to an old community, all of which were bungalows or dirt roads.

A sports car can't run on this kind of road at all, and it is easy to be spotted by the old man in front.

So Zhang Yu parked the car aside, and the two walked forward.

After walking more than 100 meters, I saw the old man pushing a tricycle into a dilapidated small yard.

The two walked in together, and found an old lady lying on the ground, with five or six people standing around.

After the old man went in, he quickly helped the old lady up, said a middle-aged woman who was watching.

"Uncle Wang, it's not that we don't care about auntie. We are going to send auntie to the hospital, but auntie won't let us move her, so we can only call you."

"They are all children who grew up eating aunt's tofu brains, and we feel distressed when we see them." Someone interjected.

Wang Da hugged the aunt tightly and couldn't help crying.

"Brother Yu, let's help him, if it's impossible, don't let him lose money."

"It's okay to pay a lot of compensation, people are so miserable."

Chen Lele took Zhang Yu's hand and said.

On the other hand, Zhang Yu had an inexplicable expression on his face. Isn't one dollar too small?

The more than 1000 yuan was forcibly given to me by Uncle Wang, and the money was only used to make Uncle Wang feel at ease.

Zhang Yu pulled the sleeve of a middle-aged man and quietly asked, "Brother, what's going on."

The middle-aged man frowned: "Aunt Wang is a good person. I grew up eating her food stall, and the price hasn't increased for decades."

"But good people don't have good lives. When they get stomach cancer, the old couple has no money to treat them. Their lives are hard."

"What about his child?" Chen Lele couldn't help asking.

The middle-aged man spat and said angrily, "That little bastard is a blood-sucking bug."

When Uncle Wang saw Zhang Yu and Zhang Yu, he just sighed and said nothing.

After a few minutes, Mrs. Wang regained her strength and was helped into the house by Uncle Wang.

The crowd gradually dispersed, Zhang Yu and the two followed Uncle Wang into the house.

The inside is very simple, with a table and four stools in the middle, a bed and a cupboard on the side of the room, but it is cleaned very well.

There is no TV, no fan, or any electrical appliances in the house.

Uncle Wang helped Aunt Wang to lie down on the bed, and pulled Zhang Yu and the two out of the room.

"Young man, if I don't have enough money, I'll find a way, and I will pay you."

Uncle Wang thought that Zhang Yu was asking for money because he thought it was too little money. After all, he only got more than 1000 yuan for the maintenance fee of several million.

"Uncle Wang, I didn't come here to ask for money. I heard you said that my aunt is sick. I'll come and take a look."

Uncle Wang sighed deeply: "Stomach cancer is at an advanced stage, and I could survive a little longer with a little money saved."

"But my bastard son stole the money to gamble and lost it all."

"Uncle Wang, have you ever been a soldier?" Zhang Yu asked looking at the figure of the old man.

"That's right, I was a soldier at the age of 18 and participated in many wars. Now more than 70 years have passed."

Zhang Yu nodded. He saw that Uncle Wang looked like a veteran just now, so he followed him.

His biggest regret is not being a soldier, which is the regret of his life, but he respects the soldiers very much, especially the soldiers who shed their blood for the country.

Zhang Yu held Uncle Wang's hand tightly: "Don't worry, I can cure you, ma'am."

Lao Wang suddenly raised his head, the light of hope rekindled in his eyes, and he was speechless for a long time.