Chapter 58 I will not participate in this donation.
The second uncle Liu Haizhong thought, no matter what, he is also the second uncle in the courtyard, so naturally he cannot fall behind you, Yi Zhonghai, so he took out ten yuan and slapped it on the table.
"Lao Yan, mark it down, ten dollars."
Third uncle: "Second uncle, 10 yuan."
After writing down the name of the second uncle Liu Haizhong, it was the turn of the third uncle.
His old face was twitching, his eyelids were twitching rapidly, and he reluctantly took out fifty cents from his pocket and put it on the table.
"As everyone knows, I... don't have as high a salary as his second uncle and first uncle. Didn't the first uncle just say that it's more or less a wish... yes... it's a wish."
The third uncle, Yan Bugui, explained dryly and then sat back down.
At this time, it was the turn of his fourth uncle, Yang Jun. Several uncles and everyone in the courtyard turned their attention to him.
Everyone is speculating on how much the newly appointed Fourth Master will donate.
Is it the same as the first and second uncles? Or is it like the third uncle, who is just trying to donate a few cents?
Even Wang Yuying and Yang Mei, who were sitting in the crowd, looked at him nervously.
At this moment, they were nervous and didn't know what was going on. They also saw that Yang Jun had been confronting the uncle tonight. If he donated too much, wouldn't it mean that he would step on his face and rub it on the ground? If he donated less, wouldn't it?
Now, how will the Yang family see him in the yard from now on?
Everyone in the courtyard focused on Yang Jun.
Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Jun slowly took out twenty yuan from his pocket and placed it on the table.
The whole process was uneventful, but full of challenges.
"Fourth uncle, twenty fast."
When the third uncle saw this, he shouted quickly, his voice obviously rising an octave.
"The uncle is the uncle, and the cadres are the cadres. This awareness is high."
"Fourth uncle, you are so generous. It is enough for my monthly salary."
"Hey, didn't you see that the old man's face is almost completely black?"
Yang Jun sat there with a calm expression. He did not feel complacent about overpowering Yi Zhonghai.
This is the first contest, the real battle has not yet begun.
Silly Zhu stood up, walked to the table, took out a wad of banknotes from his Zhongshan suit pocket, put some saliva on them, then turned around and smiled,
"Although I, Silly Zhu, am not an elder in the courtyard or a cadre in the factory, we must be on par with the four elders and learn from them. I will also donate 10 yuan."
After Silhu donated the money, he seemed to glance at Ran Qiuye.
Look, this man is also a caring person.
"Hey! Silly Zhu, why don't you follow the example of the Fourth Master, who donated 20 yuan?" Xu Damao suddenly shouted in the crowd.
"Hey, Thief Sun, I'm looking for a fight. How can it be the same? I'm a cadre, and I belong to an uncle. You, Mr. Zhu, and I are just ordinary people." Silly Zhu opened his eyes and cursed.
"Oh, it turns out you were just bragging." Xu Damao deliberately spoke in a long tone.
"Sun thief, I think you are itching to say that your Mr. Zhu is bragging. Come on, let Mr. Zhu see what you are capable of."
Xu Damao: "Silly Zhu, open your dog eyes and look at it. It's up to you, Mr. Mao."
Xu Damao threw the uneaten melon seeds on the ground, clapped his hands, took out ten yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the table.
Just as Silly Zhu was about to say something sarcastic, Xu Damao took out another penny and slapped it on the table.
Xu Damao: "What do you think, Silly Zhu? Your Master Mao is better than you."
Xu Damao finally pushed down Silly Zhu's head and returned to his original position.
Silly Zhu was just about to get angry when he saw Ran Qiuye sitting next to him, so he went back angrily.
Then everyone donated money one after another.
One yuan, most two yuan, some fifty cents, but rarely more than five yuan.
In the end, the three uncles combined their accounts and the whole hospital donated a total of fifty-seven, almost eighty-one cents.
Later, the third uncle gave the money and the list to Mrs. Liang on the spot.
Mrs. Liang was so moved that she burst into tears and forced her grandson to kowtow three times to everyone in the hospital on the spot.
After a while, everyone sat down again.
The old man patted the table hard to quiet the noisy crowd.
"Let's make a donation to the Jia family. As per the old rules, I, a great man, will set an example first."
Yi Zhonghai first took out ten yuan and put it on the table, then glanced at Yang Jun and took out another ten yuan note.
Third uncle: "First uncle, donate twenty."
As soon as the third uncle finished speaking, people in the yard started whispering.
"It's also a donation, so why are there double standards?"
"Yi Zhonghai always favors the Jia family. Didn't you see that he donates to the Jia family every day?"
"That's too much. Yi Zhonghaiguo looks down on others and obviously looks down on Mrs. Liang and her family."
Yi Zhonghai raised the corners of his mouth slightly and stared at Yang Jun with cold eyes. He didn't care what the people in the yard said.
His biggest enemy now is Yang Jun. As long as Yang Jun is moved down, won't these people in the courtyard be at his mercy?
Aren’t you, Yang Jun, trying to beat me? It all depends on how much you donate. Just now you were pretending to be a fool, but now it depends on how you end it.
The more you donate, the better. The more money the Jia family can get, the better this year will be.
When it was the second uncle's turn, I could see the muscles on his face trembling at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
If it happens again like just now, twenty yuan will be gone tonight. I usually scramble eggs, but I can’t bear to let Guangtian and Guangfu touch them. I haven’t done anything this night, and twenty yuan will be enough.
No, this is enough for him to work to death for ten days.
At this moment, he was thinking about whether he should follow the example of the third uncle and donate a few cents...
The third uncle's face turned black at this moment, and he lowered his head and said nothing. Although he had just donated fifty cents, he was heartbroken because he was about to be stabbed again before the wound could be healed.
Just when the second uncle and the third uncle were having trouble making a decision.
Yang Jun stood up and motioned for everyone to be quiet.
"I also said just now that donations should be made within one's ability, but it depends on your heart. Since the donation is voluntary, then..."
With a smile on his face, Yang Jun turned around and glanced at Yi Zhonghai, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and then said to everyone,
"I will not participate in this donation, you can do whatever you want."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he sat back down with a smile on his face.
Grass is a plant.
The grass mud horse is a mammal.
Yi Zhonghai, since you are so shameless, don't blame me for taking the heat.
Fight with me? Yang Jun could only hehe.
Yi Zhonghai was sitting there, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. He originally wanted to defeat him, but unexpectedly he just started playing with you and stopped playing with you.
When the second uncle heard this, he stood up excitedly.
"As the second uncle of the courtyard, I am here to express my position today. I will not participate in the donation to the Jia family. I am doing what I can within my ability."
The third uncle, Yan Bugui, was thinking about how to donate less. When he heard that the second uncle and the fourth uncle had expressed their opinions, his face was like a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn.
"The elders in our courtyard have always worked together to do things. As the third uncle, I naturally want to be on par with the second uncle and the fourth uncle. I will not participate in the donation today. Didn't Lao Yi just say that voluntary donation...
