The old village chief was a little annoyed at this time. He spent a lot of money to watch the movie, but he couldn't concentrate on it at all.
I felt so sad and even hated this movie.
If he had not been the village chief, he would not have lost so much money.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and I felt so gloomy that I was about to explode with anger at any moment.
Sitting next to him was his son Wang Jianjun. This movie was best enjoyed by young people and he was watching it with great interest. He clapped his hands and laughed from time to time, looking a bit silly.
After giving his son a harsh look, he continued smoking his pipe in displeasure.
There was a thin cloud of smoke as he puffed out smoke, which made the female comrades standing nearby unhappy.
"Hey... Village Chief, please put away your pipe. You're trying to choke us to death. We can't even see the screen clearly."
"Bah! You have no right to care. I spent a lot of money on this. I can look at it however I want. If you don't like it, just go away! There is no cigarette anywhere else."
The old village chief's words made the women unhappy, and they started quarreling immediately.
"How can you be like this? You are the village chief, but you bully us women, right? Believe it or not, we will go to the township government to sue you!"
"That's right, this is not the past. You Wangs don't have the final say in Yushu Village!"
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The spit of these people almost drowned the old village chief.
He was really full, and he actually quarreled with a woman. The old village chief stood up angrily and prepared to go outside to get some fresh air.
As soon as he left the crowd, he was shivering in the northwest wind. He could not help but stretch his hands into his sleeves and curl up into a ball.
When he passed by the projectionist, he perked up and greeted him.
As a result, after just a short pause, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle, and he couldn't help but jump up.
“Hiss… It hurts so much…”
The projectionist was almost hit by him and started shouting hurriedly.
"Hey... you better be careful. It's okay if you bump into me, but you can't afford to pay for it if you break the machine."
The old village chief endured the pain, rubbed his ankle, and kept apologizing to him.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I don't know what happened. My feet suddenly hurt..."
At this time, he was standing on one leg. Before he could finish his words, he felt a dull "bang" on his forehead. Then his head became dizzy and everything he saw was dark.
By the time he realized something was wrong, he had already fallen to the side, dizzy.
And unfortunately, that's where the machine is.
Even though the projectionist was on guard against him, he was still unprepared and watched helplessly as the old village chief pounced on the machine.
Such a big guy was pushed down by him.
After such a heavy blow, the machine naturally stopped working immediately and the movie was forced to be interrupted.
At this time, the movie was almost over, and many people stood up and looked towards the projectionist.
"What happened? Who broke the machine?"
"Hiss... That man seems to be the village chief. Is he crazy? Why would he do such a thing?!"
"Oh my god, you are so bold, you dare to do this... How much money does this cost! Tsk tsk..."
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When the old village chief was forcibly dragged up, he finally came to his senses.
Looking at the already pitch-black silent white movie screen, the angry villagers, and then at the movie equipment he had knocked over, he was unable to breathe and spat out a mouthful of blood.
When Wang Jianjun hurried over, he happened to be supporting the unconscious old village chief, and he kept shouting in panic.
"Dad... please wake up, don't scare me..."
The projectionist said coldly: "Comrade, don't play dead. Because of your mistake, you have damaged public property. You must give an explanation for this matter."
Wang Jianjun was an uneducated second-rate person who didn't know much. He only knew that his father was dying, so he carried him on his back and said to him, "My father is ill. If he dies, I will come to you for an explanation!"
"Go away, I need to take my dad to see a doctor!"
Wang Jianjun strode away arrogantly, carrying the person on his back.
The projectionist was so anxious that he wanted to catch up.
At this time, Zhao Wei's faint reminder came from the crowd.
"The ten captains of our village, as well as the president and a group of leaders, are all here watching a movie. If you have any questions, go to them and they will make the decision!"
Sure enough, with his reminder, ten team leaders and the president were soon pushed out by the crowd.
Naturally, the movie was ruined, but fortunately, it was almost over, so there was no need to replay it.
Just looking at the machine, it has been twisted and many of its parts have been damaged. I think it cannot be repaired anyway and I have to buy a new one.
I asked about the price and found out it was 4,000 yuan each.
This made everyone in the village excited.
Nowadays, who has the ability to make so much money?
Even Zhao Wei, who had worked hard hunting these days, had only saved a few thousand yuan.
So, the village chief and his family are probably going to be crushed by this debt.
But who can he blame? He has to bear the consequences of his own evil deeds.
Poor Wang Jianjun, he had to finally invite the village barefoot doctor back, who gave the old village chief an injection and woke him up.
The next moment I heard the villagers say that the machine would cost 4,000 yuan in compensation. I was so shocked by the sky-high price that I couldn't breathe and fainted again.
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