"When the Jia family gets into trouble, you ask everyone to donate money. But when Sha Zhu hit me and I'm feeling dizzy, shouldn't you also donate some money to me so I can buy some things to recover?"
Yi Zhonghai blinked, instinctively wanting to pick up his teacup to hide his embarrassment.
But all I got was nothing.
Originally, the teacups were prepared for him by an older woman, but this time, in order to make Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi play the victim at the meeting, the older woman stayed at the hospital to watch over Jia Dongxu.
Madam Jia didn't care about any of that. Seeing that Yi Zhonghai didn't speak, she immediately walked up to Lin Yang and said impatiently:
"Alright, alright, what's the point of you saying all this!"
"How can you have no compassion at all! Dongxu is still lying in bed, his life hanging in the balance, and you're still talking about marriage and having children!"
"I won't donate!" Lin Yang said, rubbing his head and looking uncomfortable. "My head still hurts after Sha Zhu beat me up. Why don't you guys, Uncle Jia and Zhang Shi, donate some money to me, and then have Sha Zhu accompany me to the hospital for a thorough check-up, and maybe even reimburse me for my medical expenses?"
Hearing Lin Yang's words, the surrounding neighbors felt a surge of joy.
Even the two old men in Yan Fugui's bangs smiled.
To be honest, they didn't want to donate money either, and they could also see Yi Zhonghai's favoritism towards the Jia family and Sha Zhu.
If Yi Zhonghai hadn't been a powerful figure for so many years, they wouldn't have donated money.
Now that Lin Yang has spoken out against Yi Zhonghai, they are overjoyed.
With Jia Zhangshi's interruption, Yi Zhonghai finally realized what was happening.
He forced a kind smile and said, "Yangzi, we'll discuss your matter later. Let's talk about Dongxu now. After all, you live alone, so you should have some money to spare. You should donate something, however little you have."
The deaf old woman standing nearby chimed in sarcastically, "That's right, what's the big deal about saying so much? I'm an old lady and I've already donated, how can you, a young person, be so stingy and lack any sense of solidarity!"
Faced with such a squeeze, Lin Yang looked at Yi Zhonghai with a leisurely air and said:
“Uncle, as a highly respected elder in charge of our compound and an eighth-grade fitter at the steel rolling mill, why don’t you also donate a month’s salary to Jia Dongxu? You’re not short of money anyway.”
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