Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

Yi Zhonghai never thought that Lin Donglai would do this to him. After a moment of silence, he said:

"In that case, you might as well pay more."

"Donlai, I paid twenty dollars, and the second uncle paid ten dollars. You might as well pay twenty dollars. Anyway, this money can be deducted from the IOU."

Yi Zhonghai thought to himself that the amount on the IOU was just a number anyway, and since Lin Donglai was unwilling to pay, he might as well take this opportunity to reduce the amount.

When the time comes, the people of the Jia family will definitely be grateful to him when they find out. Then, no matter what requests he makes to the Jia family, they will easily agree.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Lin Donglai sneered and said, "Master, you and Master Two have the highest salaries in our hospital, right?"

Yi Zhonghai nodded. Before he could open his mouth, Lin Donglai continued, "Besides, you and the Second Master are the managers of our courtyard. It is only right that you two pay more money to help the Jia family."

"I'm different. My salary isn't as high as yours, and I'm not the head of our hospital. So naturally I'll pay whatever amount everyone else pays."

When Yi Zhonghai heard what Lin Donglai said, his face turned very ugly. He didn't expect Lin Donglai to refute him in this way, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

The people watching in the courtyard also began to talk. Some supported Lin Donglai and thought what he said made sense, while others thought he was too heartless and shouldn't care about it at this time.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Yi Zhonghai quickly said, "Everyone stop arguing. Donglai, please think about it again. Jia Zhang's situation is very critical now and needs everyone's help."

No matter what he said, Lin Donglai insisted that he could only pay one dollar at most, and put the bill on the IOU.

Yi Zhonghai couldn't do anything about him, so he could only sit in the chair and sulk, not saying a word.

Seeing the situation was at an impasse, Yan Bugui laughed and said, "Donlai, are you sure you want to pay one dollar? I'll put it down."

This sentence immediately brought Yi Zhonghai back to his senses. He put his hand on Yan Bugui's paper and pen, signaling him not to write yet.

Then he reluctantly advised: "Dongli, you should add a little more, just like the second uncle, and make up ten yuan for the Jia family, okay?"

After saying this, without waiting for Lin Donglai to nod, he gestured to Yan Bugui to write it down on the paper, intending to force himself on her.

Lin Donglai looked at Yi Zhonghai's overbearing look, and his anger rose up in an instant. He said in a tough tone:

"Uncle, you are going too far. I said I only paid one dollar for your sake. You can't force me to pay more."

This made Yi Zhonghai's nose almost crooked with anger. He glared at Lin Donglai, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

He has been the boss in this yard for so many years and is used to everyone obeying him. He is the one who has the final say.

And now Lin Donglai openly defied his wishes, making him feel that his authority had been greatly challenged:

"Lin Donglai, your behavior today is too much!" Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid that you will have a hard time in this yard in the future?"

Lin Donglai met Yi Zhonghai's gaze without fear: "Uncle, are you threatening me? Are you planning to make things difficult for me in the future?"

"There are so many neighbors watching today. If you embarrass me in the future because of this, then you are being unfair. I have to talk to Director Wang about this."

When he heard about Director Wang, Yi Zhonghai's face changed again. He was not afraid of anything except that someone would report the matter to Director Wang.

Previously, because Sha Zhu and Xu Damao were fighting, they happened to be encountered by the street office when they came to inspect the work, and thus the good reputation of the model courtyard was lost in vain.

If Lin Donglai went to the street office to complain again, his reputation as the head of the courtyard would probably be over.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai said to Yan Bugui helplessly: "Old Yan, please write it down for him. One piece is better than nothing."

"By the way, please note that this amount will be deducted from the IOU. Um, I feel a little uncomfortable. Please bring it to my house after you have settled the accounts."

After saying that, Yi Zhonghai stood up angrily and was about to go back home, but he didn't expect Lin Donglai to stop him:

"Uncle, you are the highest paid in our hospital. There are only two of you in your family. If the money the Jia family needs for medical treatment is not enough, you can just make up for it."

These words made Yi Zhonghai even angrier. He didn't respond to Lin Donglai and walked back home in two steps.

Everyone looked at Yi Zhonghai's departing back and whispered:

"I never thought there would be someone in our hospital who dared not listen to the old man. Donglai is really awesome."

"You only saw his arrogant side. If he talks back to me like this, will I ask you to help me when his family needs help in the future?"

"What you said is true. Donglai is such a capable guy. He earns a lot. If he really encounters trouble, he doesn't need everyone to chip in money to help him."

"You're right, but he really pissed me off today. It was really satisfying to watch."

"Shh! Please keep your voice down. It will be troublesome if you are heard..."

Yan Bugui watched Yi Zhonghai leave, shook his head helplessly, and then followed Yi Zhonghai's instructions and recorded the amount of Lin Donglai's donation in the account book.

As he took notes, he thought to himself, this Lin Donglai is really a tough guy, he even dares to contradict Yi Zhonghai. But he must admit, this contradiction is really satisfying to watch.

He also felt that what Lin Dong said made sense. Donations should be voluntary and should not be forced on others. What's more, Old Yi even specified an amount, which was even more unreasonable.

After recording the accounts, Yan Bugui counted the money in his hand twice to confirm that the accounts matched. He put the account book away, preparing to take it to Yi Zhonghai's house for verification later.

Seeing that the people in the courtyard had not yet dispersed, he said, "Okay, everyone, go away. Let's leave this matter at that for now."

When those who were talking heard Yan Bugui's words, they stopped talking, looked at Yan Bugui, and turned away silently. Some people whispered a few words before slowly walking away.

The people in the yard gradually dispersed. Yan Bugui looked at the yard which was gradually becoming quiet, feeling filled with emotion.

He had lived in this courtyard for so many years, but this was the first time he saw someone making Yi Zhonghai speechless.

As the third uncle in the courtyard, he has been suppressed all these years, and today he finally felt the pleasure.

While thinking about him, Yan Bugui walked towards Yi Zhonghai's house. He paused for a moment, calmed himself down, and then knocked on the door gently.

Yi Zhonghai was in the room complaining to the aunt. When he heard the knock on the door, he asked unhappily, "Who is it?"

Yan Bugui quickly raised his voice and replied, "Old Yi, it's me, Old Yan. I'm here to give you the account book."

After saying that, he stood at the door, waiting for Yi Zhonghai to open the door for him...