After bidding farewell to Teacher Gao Yu, Yang Zimei hurried to the VIP Club for the Elderly, preparing to help grandparents apply for VIP membership cards so that they could enjoy themselves.
She doesn't mind that her patriarchal grandfather used to call her a loser every day. She only cares about her family being happy in this life.
When I arrived at the entrance of the Senior Citizen Club, I was about to go in when I was stopped by the security guard guarding the door: "Hey, you little girl, you can't just go in there, just take a walk."
"Brother, I want to help my grandparents apply for membership cards." Yang Zimei was too lazy to argue with him and went straight to the point.[
The security guard looked her up and down and found that she was wearing the uniform of Nancheng Middle School, and the bag she was holding was only the one on the street that costs tens of dollars a piece, and it was a bit shabby.
Although he is also a poor person who is usually discriminated against and lives in the lower class, but after staying here for a long time, he has acquired the habit of looking down on the poor.
He waved his hands extremely impatiently, with an extremely contemptuous tone, "Don't be kidding, the membership card here is not a card, and not just anyone can apply for it. You'd better go home and play quickly, don't hinder my work.
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"Brother, I really want to apply for a membership card." Yang Zimei explained.
"Do you know how much the membership card here costs per month?" The security guard raised his two fingers impatiently and said, "Two thousand yuan, I guess your family's total monthly income is no more than that. How much does your grandparents have?
Why don't you go for a walk in the park? It's free, and playing mahjong only costs one yuan."
At this moment, an old man walked out of the door with a rich look on his face.
As soon as the security guard saw this, he immediately dropped Yang Zimei, put on a dog-like flattery, nodded and asked, "Mr. Yang, why don't you just hang out a little longer?"
Yang Zimei recognized that this was Yang Hong, the father of four domineering sons from her same village, who was also the father of Municipal Party Secretary Yang Dejie.
Yang Hong ignored the security guard and hurriedly stopped a tricycle and left.
Not long after he left, two old men who looked like retired cadres walked out of the house. They discussed in a low voice, "I heard that Secretary Yang has just been double-regulated."
"He has a strong background and will probably be fine soon."
"It's hard to say. This was investigated by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection personally. No matter how strong his backing is, it's only in the province. How can he reach out to the central government?"
"Let's take a look. I heard that their family has been very unlucky recently. Their son was smashed to pieces and is still lying in the hospital. The secretary's wife fell down for no reason yesterday and actually suffered a stroke."
"I heard last night that Secretary Yang also crashed his car."
As soon as the two finished speaking, they heard a bang on the street corner not far away. Suddenly one of the wheels of the tricycle Yang Hong was sitting on derailed and rolled away. The entire tricycle was unbalanced and tilted to the ground. Yang Hong rolled down and fell heavily.
On the ground, moaning in pain.
Yang Zimei listened and watched, the corners of her lips slightly raised.
The counterattack she set up really worked. Let’s see how prosperous they will be in the future, hmph!
The security guard was listening with his ears pricked up just now. When he heard that Secretary Yang had been double-checked, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.
At this time, another person came out. It was Xia Mo's father, Xia Guohui. He was one of the investors in this senior citizens' club and happened to come over today to inspect the situation inside.[
