Jia Dongxu naturally knew this was the truth, but he couldn't accept it.

250 yuan is not a small amount of money, almost equivalent to one year's salary, so he was naturally reluctant to part with it.

Jia Dongxu couldn't think of any solution and could only sit back in his seat angrily.

Seeing Jia Dongxu like this, Yi Zhonghai spoke slowly:

"Dongxu, what we need to do now is to pay back the money first. If this matter is not resolved, it will always be a handle in the future.

Don't worry, Wang Jianjun will also live in the yard in the future. After all, I am the manager of the yard, and I will have plenty of ways to control him in the future.

Listen to the master's advice, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. "

After hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, Jia Dongxu felt better, and then he said a little embarrassedly:

"Um...Master, Wang Jianjun asked us to send the money over tonight, but...but I don't have enough money."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai couldn't sit still anymore. He looked at Jia Dongxu in surprise and asked:

"Dongxu, you've been taking over your father's job for quite a few years now. And weren't you promoted to a second-level worker the year before last, with a monthly salary of 38.6 yuan? You must have saved some money over the years, right?"

Jia Dongxu scratched his head awkwardly and subconsciously looked in the direction of his mother.

Jia Dongxu's salary is indeed considered high in the hospital. For example, Sha Zhu often brags to others about his monthly salary of 37.5 yuan.

But in real comparison, Jia Dongxu is the one with the highest salary among his peers in the hospital.

For example, Liu Guangqi from the second uncle's family is now an apprentice in the factory.

And Yan Jiecheng from the third uncle's family doesn't even have a formal job. He usually just does odd jobs outside to earn some pocket money.

Unfortunately, no matter how high the salary is, it can’t keep up with the lazy and gluttonous Jia Zhang.

A large part of Jia Dongxu's salary went into Jia Zhang's pocket.

As for taking money out of Jia Zhang's pocket, there's no need to even think about it.

Yi Zhonghai roughly guessed what was going on, sighed helplessly and asked:

"Dongxu, how much money do you have on you now? If it's not enough, Master will lend you some first."

Jia Dongxu said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Master, I only have one hundred dollars..."

Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's hand holding the enamel cup couldn't help but tremble.

"Dongxu, I have fifty dollars in cash on me, so I'll lend it to you first. You can ask your mother to collect the rest."

When she heard that she had to pay, Jia Zhang, who was pretending to be dead, immediately jumped up and yelled:

"You are such a jerk, Yi Zhonghai! You actually let my son get his hands on my retirement money. You have to pay for it. I don't have any money anyway!"

Yi Zhonghai was so angry at what Jia Zhang said.

He stared at Jia Zhang and said:

"Mrs. Jia, Dongxu is your son. Can you bear to let Dongxu be punished by the factory and lose his job?"

Jia Dongxu on the side also said anxiously: "Yes, Mom, it's already this time and you are still holding on to the money. If I lose my job, who will support you in your old age?"

After hearing what her eldest son said, Jia Zhang also hesitated.

She was counting on Jia Dongxu to become a leader in the factory in the future. If he lost his job, then all hope would be gone.

But when she thought about paying a hundred dollars, she was unwilling to do it.

Then he turned his head away from Jia Dongxu's pleading expression and said:

"Your father gave his life to buy my coffin. I…I kept it for Banggeng to marry. I won't give it to you anyway. Your master earns so much money every month, so what's wrong with him lending you more money?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai also became anxious. He has always been a man who only cares about his heart and not money when raising elderly people. If he was not afraid that Jia Dongxu would become alienated from him, he would not even be willing to pay you the fifty yuan.

Moreover, this matter was caused by Jia Zhang's own greed for Wang Jianjun's house. Why should Yi Zhonghai pay for it?

But for the sake of face, Yi Zhonghai still patiently explained:

"Sister Jia, Guilan usually deposits my salary in the bank for me, and I don't have that much money on hand now. Wang Jianjun wants us to give him the money tonight. If we delay until tomorrow, he will report it to the police directly, and it will be too late for you to give him more money!"

Jia Zhang's face fell after hearing this, but at this critical moment she really came up with a bad idea.

"Then...how about I lend you the money, and you lend the money to Dongxu. Then you ask Guilan to go to the bank tomorrow to withdraw the money and return it to me."

Yi Zhonghai was numb.

Jia Dongxu was also numb.

Qin Huairu, who was sitting on the bed holding the stick, was dumbfounded.

What kind of shameless person is this, to say such a thing.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room fell into an eerie silence.

Yi Zhonghai was stunned for a few seconds before looking at Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang looked as if it was a matter of course and even a little proud.

Finally, Yi Zhonghai sighed and said:

"Dongxu, this is all I can do. When you have enough money, come to my house to find me. I'm going back first."

After saying that, he ignored Jia Zhangshi, and didn't even look at Jia Dongxu, and just got up and walked out.

Jia Dongxu panicked, but he didn't have the face to chase his master at this moment.

He really didn't expect that his mother could say such shameless words.

A young man in his twenties is at the age when he needs to save face.

Jia Zhang was rubbing his face hard on the ground.

Not long after Yi Zhonghai left the house, the Jia family erupted with heart-wrenching cries and curses from Jia Zhang.

The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes, and the insults could be summarized into three parts.

One is that Jia Zhang misses her deceased husband.

Second, it condemned the widow Jia Dongxu's unfilial behavior.

The third is the grief over losing a large sum of pension money.