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Chapter 267 Who is the happiest after Jia Zhang's death?

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The news of Jia Zhang's death spread throughout the courtyard, giving Xu Damao the pleasure of revenge. Today, he was particularly diligent in drinking with the guests, frequently raising his glass to toast them, and even got the two other factory leaders who came to visit drunk.

Xu Damao, still blushing, laughed and shouted, "Who else? Come on, one of you..."

The guests at the table looked at each other with blushing faces, smiled bitterly and shook their heads, and no one stood up to propose a toast.

With such a record, he naturally won praise from Deputy Director Lao Hu, which made Xu Damao even more proud and high-spirited.

After the banquet, the guests and two leaders who were drunk were sent away.

Old Hu stood at the entrance of the canteen, patted Xu Damao on the shoulder, and praised him:

"Da Mao, you are also my propaganda officer, and you have been working for many years. You must be capable after working for so many years, but you are still Deputy Director Li's man after all. Otherwise, I will make you a team leader no matter what."

After hearing this, an inexplicable light flashed in the eyes of the half-drunk Xu Damao, and he thought that the opportunity had finally come.

He could also tell that Lao Hu was trying to win him over; he could also imagine that Lao Hu was a first-line person with Deputy Director Zhao, and that Lao Hu was trying to divide the relationship between him and Deputy Director Li.

But Xu Damao is a very snobbish and mean person. How could he not cherish such an opportunity to climb up?

His eyes rolled around and he wanted to go forward and climb up the pole.

At this time, Lao Hu burped, waved his hand and said, "No more, I drank too much today, so I won't talk about work."

With just one sentence, Xu Damao, who was about to speak, was pushed away.

Xu Damao was so annoyed that he opened his mouth, unable to speak. The words stayed in his heart, making him feel itchy, as if a cat's claws were scratching him.

But Lao Hu is the leader, and his words are like orders to him. Xu Damao can only suppress his restless heart. Now that the matter has been resolved, he will have to wait and see before making any plans.

Until after get off work, three old men had already pulled up a small table at the entrance of the courtyard house at No. 95 Luoguxiang, and Yan Bugui was sitting there.

Whenever someone in the yard came back from get off work, the second uncle would stop them with his hand. Yi Zhonghai stepped forward and said:

"Xu Damao, Mrs. Zhang from the old Jia family has passed away. As neighbors in our courtyard, we should all pool our money to buy her a thin-skinned coffin to send her off for the last time. Everyone should show some appreciation."

When Xu Damao heard this, he rolled his eyes and, still drunk, started arguing with Second Uncle Liu Haizhong:

"Second uncle, you are the uncle in our backyard. You also know that I have a huge grudge against the old Jia family. You are stopping me like this and asking me to donate to his family. Isn't it a bit too much?"

Liu Haizhong was also scratching his head. Who in this courtyard hated the Jia family the most?

He, Xu Damao, is definitely number one. Even Wang Gensheng, whose house was once occupied by others, can only be ranked second.

But this matter was a joint decision made by the three uncles, and Liu Haizhong couldn't let Xu Damao off alone.

Yi Zhonghai also came over and wanted to use moral blackmail, but he hadn't said a word yet.

Xu Damao took the first step and spoke: "Master, why did Jia Zhang die?"

“Well, he was thrown into the river and drowned.”

“Why was he drowned?”

"Because, because..."

"It's because her dog stole my chicken, and she took it to the temple fair to sell it. Then someone spotted her and robbed her..."

"We are all from the same courtyard. Helping each other is a beautiful thing...you..." The moral stick was raised again.

"Her family stole chickens from my family, and you held a meeting of the whole hospital to shut me up, which made me suffer a loss and lose money. Now that she dies, you want me to donate money to buy her a coffin? Do you think I am your father? You are protecting her like this."

What Xu Damao said made a lot of sense. Apart from the last curse, even Yi Zhonghai, the Lord of Morality, didn't know how to respond.

Yi Zhonghai finally took a step back and said, "I didn't say that I had to ask you to donate money. We will buy the coffin tomorrow and ask you to help move Jia Zhang's body into the coffin and send her off for the last time."

When Xu Damao heard this, he burst into laughter again.

"Uncle, how did this old woman treat me when she was alive? What was her reputation in our hospital? Don't you have any idea? Aren't you afraid that after I lift her up, I will slip and drop her body on the ground?"

"Da Mao, this move of yours is really ruthless."

Wang Gensheng, who had just walked over and heard this, couldn't help but open his mouth to praise it.

Xu Damao just raised his hands and bowed to Wang Gensheng. The meaning was clearly saying: Brother, thank you for the compliment.

This action almost made Yi Zhonghai so angry that he spit fire.

"Okay, okay, it's okay if you don't move the body. Bang Geng is so scared that he has lost his mind. Can you help take care of Bang Geng and don't let him run around?"

"Okay, that's no problem." This time Xu Damao did not refuse.

But he answered this question with an evil smile on his face, and Wang Gensheng couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"This Damao has a grudge against Banggeng. Banggeng has repeatedly stolen his chickens and smashed his eggs, leaving him without any offspring. Uncle, what do you think when you let Xu Damao look after Banggeng?"

"Xu Damao, will there be revenge for grievances and revenge for hatred? Eh? Bah, bah, bah, it's my fault for being so rude. Why are you saying this?"

After Wang Gensheng finished speaking, he pretended to come to his senses and patted his mouth with his hand.

Everyone knew exactly what he meant.

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai felt a chill down his spine.

Wang Gensheng's words sounded like a joke in front of everyone, but if you think about it carefully, if Xu Damao was determined to fight to the death, he might really do so.

Banggeng was the person he had chosen to take care of him in his old age. How could Yi Zhonghai bear to see him without any descendants? He just jumped up.

"Okay, okay, you have nothing to do here, go back quickly." Yi Zhonghai still pulled Liu Haizhong away and made way for Xu Damao. Out of sight, out of mind.

Xu Damao held his head high with pride, and walked towards the yard laughing. He was so happy.

As he walked, he imitated a line from a song sung by Wang Gensheng and began to sing: "Today is a good day, what I wish for..."

"You dead thing, shut up! Do you believe I'll beat you up?" When the three old men heard these lyrics, they all lost their guard and almost caught up with Xu Damao to beat him up with belts to vent their anger.

Xu Damao was so frightened that he quickly scattered the ducks and ran into the yard.

He was also afraid that the three uncles would really take action.

Back in the central courtyard, Qin Huairu was still in the mourning hall, slumped on the ground with a half mattress under her buttocks, looking extremely pitiful.

From time to time, she would nod and thank those who came to help with an expressionless face.

Xu Damao pretended that he saw nothing and walked past the door of Old Jia's house. He just glanced at Qin Huairu twice, didn't say a word, and walked straight past with his head raised.

That night, Qin Huairu from the old Jia family was tossed around until very late.

She nodded, thanked the people who came to help, and sent them out one by one.

It can be seen that Qin Huairu was indeed very tired. Although she often pretended to wipe away her tears, Wang Gensheng could see that Qin Huairu did not shed a single tear and her face was fixed with a sad look.

I don’t know if it was because his tears had dried up or he was just too tired to cry, but the expression of agony disappeared.

After seeing the people off and Qin Huairu stood up to close the door, Wang Gensheng seemed to see through the crack in the door that Qin Huairu's expression changed instantly. It was no longer the stiff expression just now, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she looked very happy.

Wang Gensheng thought he had seen it wrong, and quietly put his ear against the door panel again.