Siheyuan: He Yuzhu's rebirth, burying the stick alive

"Old Liu, Old Yan, you are both the managers of the compound."

"Now that Old Yi has adopted Jia Dongxu as his adopted son, this is a great joyous event. Could it be that you haven't even prepared a gift for the celebration?"

Director Wang said half jokingly.

Although Director Wang had a smile on his face, for Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui.

Director Wang’s words were like a sharp knife, stabbing directly into their hearts.

Especially Yan Fugui.

As the Third Uncle who is good at calculating, what Yan Fugui likes most is, of course, gifts given to him by others.

If he were asked to give gifts to others, especially to Yi Zhonghai, wouldn't that be more painful than killing him?

Just when Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui were feeling embarrassed, Yi Zhonghai suddenly stood up and spoke.

"Director Wang, I think we should forget about the gift."

"Neighbors are having a tough time lately."

"And recently, something happened that made me feel very sad."

Hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui both looked at Yi Zhonghai with gratitude.

They thought in their hearts that it was Yi Zhonghai who was helping them.

But I have different plans.

Yi Zhonghai thought that if he really wanted to accept the gift, he would have to set up several tables.

It still costs a lot of money to set up a banquet.

However, if everyone donated money to the Jia family, there would be no need to hold a banquet and the money could be saved directly.

"Old Yi, you are worthy of being the number one uncle in the compound. You have a high level of ideological awareness!"

"Tell me, what happened?"

"If I can help you, I will definitely help you."

Director Wang gave a thumbs up again and praised.

When Yi Zhonghai heard Director Wang's praise, he chuckled, and when he looked at Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui, his eyes were full of pride.

Yi Zhonghai stood up again and spoke loudly.

"Now the third thing I want to say..."

"Ugh……"

"Then let Qin Huairu speak!"

As he was speaking, Yi Zhonghai let out a long sigh and pointed at Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu understood instantly, and she spoke with a pitiful look.

"Just this morning, our good boy KunKun was chopped down by a knife."

"He is still receiving treatment in the hospital, which costs a lot of money."

"Our Jia family was already in financial difficulty, and now something like this has happened in Banggeng. What should I do?"

Seeing Qin Huairu's pitiful appearance instantly aroused the passion of some young men.

Some even wanted to rush out immediately and comfort Qin Huairu.

But they finally forced themselves to hold back.

This is a public place. If someone really behaves like this, wouldn't it be no different from seeking death?

"Pooh……"

"The Jia family is in trouble, but I don't think they are in trouble at all."

"Jia Dongxu is an employee of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. How much will Banggeng cost in the hospital?"

Xu Damao kept looking at Qin Huairu with greedy eyes, cursing her harshly in a low voice.

Xu Damao was indeed greedy for Qin Huairu's body, but he did not lose his mind because of it.

In Xu Damao's heart, getting something for free is the real deal.

As for paying, that is simply impossible.

And the so-called difficulties of the Jia family were nothing but nonsense.

Red Star Steel Mill is a state-owned enterprise, and Jia Dongxu is a member of the Red Star Steel Mill.

The cost of Banggeng's treatment can almost be fully reimbursed.

In this case, how could the Jia family have any difficulties?

Listening to Xu Damao's curse, He Yuzhu wished he could slap his past self hard a few times.

Even his lifelong enemy Xu Damao could see Qin Huairu and others clearly.

But why couldn't he see through it?

And why should you pay when you can get it for free?

You know, if there is no payment, it is not prostitution.

This is called love!!!

"The Jia family is now facing a difficult problem that is difficult to solve."

"We are an advanced and civilized compound, so we must promote the spirit of solidarity and mutual assistance."

"I suggest that everyone donate money to the Jia family to help them get through this difficult time."

"As the eldest uncle in the compound, I will donate 20 yuan."

At the end of his speech, Yi Zhonghai simply took out two big black tens and slapped them on the table.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai being so generous, Director Wang couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and said.

"Old Yi, you are so kind-hearted. You are worthy of being the No. 1 uncle in the compound."

"I believe that under your management, your compound will be in good order."

"I believe that this year's Advanced Civilization Compound belongs to you."

After Director Wang said this, Yi Zhonghai was like a chicken with its blood injected. He held his head high and chest puffed out, with a proud look on his face.

In fact, he had put a lot of effort into inviting Director Wang to come and help him this time.

Now it seems that everything he has paid is worth it.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui looked at each other, and both saw a hint of disappointment in each other's eyes.

They originally thought that they could take advantage of this opportunity to severely suppress Yi Zhonghai's prestige.

No one expected that Yi Zhonghai would actually invite Director Wang, this great Buddha, to come out.

With Director Wang cheering for Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai's reputation will naturally rise.

"Since Uncle Yi donated 20 yuan, then I, Uncle Ni, will donate 15 yuan."

Liu Haizhong thought about it, then took out fifteen yuan and spoke.

"Then I'll donate ten yuan." Yan Fugui said with a wry smile.

After Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui donated the money, they looked at each other tacitly.

In fact, every time Yi Zhonghai organized donations from the entire hospital, the money of the three managers would be returned in full.

In their words, they are the ones in charge.

When they donate money, it's just a process. How can they possibly donate real cash?

If it were as in the past, after the three managers donated the money, it would be the turn of He Yuzhu, the bootlicker, to take action.

However, this time, how could He Yuzhu be so foolish as to donate his own money?

"Brother Zhu, how much are you going to donate?"

Xu Damao asked He Yuzhu with a smile.

He Yuzhu did not directly answer Xu Damao's question, but asked in return.

"How much are you going to donate?"

"You are one of the eight members, you get a good salary, and you can also bring back a lot of local specialties from the countryside."

"You, the projectionist, can't you give us more?"

When Xu Damao heard He Yuzhu's teasing, he laughed and said.

"I'll donate a penny, what about you?"

He Yuzhu sneered.

“I won’t donate a cent…”