"Sun Guangjun, I'm not done with you, I'm not done with you!"

After hanging up the phone, Director Lin slammed the table and yelled, "You bastard, I am talking to you on behalf of the neighborhood committee and all the owners of the entire community. How dare you have such an attitude? You really don't know how to live or die!

No, I have to think of a way to teach this arrogant guy a lesson. I can't let him get away with it.

Why is it that while everyone else is short of food and drink and has to endure temperatures of 40 or 50 degrees, Sun Guangjun can live comfortably in a big house and eat the most delicious food?

In this difficult period, if there are any supplies, we should donate them to help those residents who are in trouble..."

Director Lin was in a state of impotent rage in her living room. The door of a nearby bedroom opened, and a fat young man came out rubbing his eyes. He mumbled, "Mom, which grandson has offended you again?"

"Isn't it Sun Guangjun from Villa No. 1?"

Seeing his big son coming out, Director Lin's expression finally eased, and he began to complain to his son: "Dagang, you said that Sun Guangjun, he really doesn't know what's good for him.

I went to his home the day before yesterday to register, and seeing that his family was well off, with plenty of food and drink, I tried to point out some issues to him several times, but he just pretended to be confused.

So today, I found an excuse to teach him a lesson, but I didn't expect to be scolded by him.

I'm so angry!

Please help me think of a way to deal with this bastard."

"Mom, I think you are getting old and confused."

Looking at Director Lin who was crying, Lin Dagang curled his lips in disdain and said, "Don't you see what time it is now? Your tricks are no longer effective.

Think about it, how many people are dying of heat outside? How many are dying of hunger and thirst?

I also saw it yesterday. Sun Guangjun showed off his wealth in the group and posted a picture of a seafood dinner.

His behavior is clearly seeking death.

Don't you want to teach him a lesson?

Leave this matter to me. I will find a few friends and spread the news among the owners' group, saying that Sun Guangjun's family has hoarded a large amount of supplies. "

Upon hearing this, Director Lin asked doubtfully, "Will it be useful to just spread the news?"

"Why didn't it work?"

Lin Dagang curled his lips and said, "At a time like this, who doesn't lack supplies?

We first spread the news that Sun Guangjun has a large amount of supplies. As long as we light a small fire, those who are about to die will naturally go back to Sun Guangjun to ask for supplies.

By then, whether Sun Guangjun gives it or not, he will be in a difficult situation.

Think about it, if he gave it to Zhang San, would Li Si give it to him? If he gave it to the Chen family, would Zhou family give it to him?

No matter how much supplies we have, can we afford them in this way?

Once he wakes up or the supplies are used up, that will be his death.

Having said that, if Sun Guangjun was stingy, that would be even better, as his Villa No. 1 would immediately become the target of public criticism.

When the time comes, we just need to raise our arms and lead everyone to settle accounts with him. Won't those hungry people follow us immediately? "

"Oh, son, you are so smart!"

Director Lin slapped his thigh, almost jumping three feet high with excitement, and said repeatedly: "This is a good idea, let's do it.

This time I want to take a good look at how Sun Guangjun dies!"

At this time, Lin Dagang rubbed his fingers towards Director Lin, made an internationally accepted gesture, and said, "Mom, this is not difficult to do, but if you want to achieve the best effect, we still have to bleed a little first.

After all, if we don’t give people some benefits when we are looking for people to do things, they won’t be willing to do it, right?”

"A little blood?"

Director Lin glared and said, "What are you using to make me bleed?

Dagang, you know our family situation. The little food left is only enough for a few days. If we give it to others, what will we do?"

"Mom, please don't hide it from me."

Lin Dagang said with a smile: "I knew it a long time ago. The supplies from the city arrived two days ago, right?"

Director Lin's face changed drastically, and he asked in astonishment: "How did you know?"

It’s no wonder that Director Lin changed his expression, this matter is really of great importance.

In fact, Qing City raised a batch of supplies a few days ago and distributed them to various streets and neighborhood committees, asking them to take the lead in distributing them to residents who are having difficulties in life.

But here in Qilin Villa, Director Lin and several other neighborhood committee leaders did not distribute the supplies according to the city's arrangements. Instead, they secretly seized the supplies and prepared to divide them among a few people. At most, they distributed a small portion to those who were close to them or knew about the situation.

This matter was done very secretly. Director Lin didn't even tell his son. He didn't expect that his son, who usually didn't care about anything at home, would know about it.

If word gets out that the neighborhood committee members are embezzling money and withholding relief supplies sent by the city, won't those few people in the neighborhood committee be torn to pieces by the residents?

"How else do you know?"

Lin Dagang said proudly: "Mom, you don't really think that I am a prodigal son who won't touch the grass horizontally, won't move the grass vertically, and won't help the oil bottle falling down, right?

Yes, I don’t like doing housework, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how many things there are at home.

Not to mention anything else, the meals I have eaten these few days are completely different from before. The variety and taste are very different from before.

What does this represent?

Didn't you get new supplies?

How hard is it to get supplies nowadays?

Even if you have money, there is nowhere to buy it.

How can you, a small neighborhood committee director, be so capable as to buy supplies at a time like this?

The answer is obvious, it must be the relief supplies that have arrived from the city."

Upon hearing what his son said, Director Lin's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down. Fortunately, the matter had not been spread out, so there was still room for recovery.

Director Lin was relieved, but Lin Dagang was anxious: "Mom, please give me some advice and bring some things to me so that I can find someone to do things for us better.

Mom, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing your child. Think about Sun Guangjun's huge villa and the supplies in it. They will all belong to us when the time comes."

"Done."

Director Lin slapped his thigh and said grimly, "Dagang, I can give you what you want.

But you have to remember this, you have to do this perfectly for me, without any mistakes.

Also, that Sun Guangjun must die!"

"Yes!"

Seeing his mother finally speak, Lin Dagang smiled happily: "Mom, don't worry, Sun Guangjun will definitely not survive this time.

He is a newcomer who has no roots in the community. Killing him would be a piece of cake, right?

Oh, Mom, I need five boxes of instant noodles and ten bottles of mineral water. As soon as the supplies arrive, the plan will start immediately."

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you."

Director Lin said impatiently, "Take it from mom later."