Zhao Lei didn't know that just to be able to eat meat regularly, Zhao Jianguo actually planned to learn from his uncle.
After the couple finished their meal, they calculated the time was about right, so they didn’t ride a bike, but just leisurely walked to No. 89 Nanguluo Lane.
Looking at these old buildings, Wang Juan only regrets that there are no cameras or mobile phones now. "These buildings will slowly disappear in the future."
"The ones that remain are all large courtyard houses." Although his courtyard house is not bad, it only has one entrance, so there is absolutely no way he can stay there.
"I, your man, will work hard and strive to let you live in a courtyard house in the future." In the era they lived in before, even if their family background was good and even if they worked hard, it was basically impossible to buy a courtyard house in Beijing.
"Okay, it's up to you." Wang Juan knew her own worth and knew she was not cut out for that.
The couple chatted leisurely. When they arrived at No. 89, Director Ye had not come.
The two of them saw that the gate was open and walked inside.
"Why is there no one here?" Although it was past dinner time and there wasn't much nightlife these days, there shouldn't be no one here.
When we were at the Intermediate Courtyard, wow, someone unexpectedly ran into the gun.
Zhao Lei was also amused and stopped moving forward. "Don't you think this is unlucky enough?"
Wang Juan hummed, "What's the point of saying that? Even God doesn't stand on his side."
I originally thought that the people in the compound would be afraid of the power of the so-called eighth-level workers and would not dare to stand out, but now it’s good, I can catch them directly on the spot.
Even if Yi Zhonghai is a big talker, this is the truth and there is no way he can deny it.
Director Ye hurried over and saw that Wang Juan and her husband were already asleep. He thought that they were just standing at the entrance of the courtyard and not going in.
"What's wrong?"
"Director Ye, they are raising funds." Wang Juan whispered.
Director Ye didn't expect that they would encounter such a thing when they came here today, and his face immediately looked unhappy.
"We'll listen." If they went in now, this guy might deny it. It would be better to wait until they raised funds and then go in.
In short, they must be beaten to death and Yi Zhonghai must not be given a chance to turn things around.
Yi Zhonghai had no idea that Director Ye was standing at the gate of the courtyard, and at this moment he kept talking about how difficult the Jia family's life was.
"I will donate 10 yuan first."
Liu Haizhong followed closely behind, "I will also donate 10㨾."
"I'm five." The third uncle followed closely behind.
Wow, Wang Juan was so surprised, Zhao Lei was even more surprised, "No way, isn't Teacher Yan the type who would pluck feathers from a passing goose?"
"How can they be so generous?" Zhao Lei had seen someone analyze it before, saying that there must be some inside story behind the three uncles' donation to the Jia family.
Now that I think about it, there must be something wrong. "How can a person who only earns 30-odd yuan and supports a family of several people, and whose food is calculated by the root, be so generous?"
"You know?" Director Ye didn't know Yan Fugui very well, but from what Zhao Lei said, he should know something.
Zhao Lei briefly explained the situation, "How can such a person be so generous?"
Director Ye thought about it and said, "Yes, how can someone who is so stingy with his family be so generous?"
"Is it a fraudulent donation?" Wang Juan knew that Zhao Lei would bring this up and he must have his own intentions.
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