The distribution of grain continued in an orderly manner. Although two ounces of grain per person was not much, it was better than nothing. After all, in this freezing weather, we could only sit and wait until our reserves were depleted, so having some free food was already a blessing.
Just then, a woman in her fifties walked out from the back of the crowd, surrounded by several middle-aged men and women, four of whom were holding flags.
"You must be Xiao Chen. I'm Qian Huayue from the neighborhood committee. You can call me Secretary Qian." The woman said, straightening her posture as she spoke. Although the cold wind had made her cheeks red and her speech a little unclear, her voice still carried an air of authority.
"Hehe, hello Secretary Qian." Chen Yu greeted him with a smile.
As he spoke, he glanced at the flag frozen solid, a strange look flashing in his eyes.
Muttering to myself, "Is this guy crazy?"
Then he turned to a soldier distributing rations and said, "Xiao Zhang, quickly weigh out two ounces of rations for Secretary Qian. It's freezing cold, don't let Secretary Qian get cold."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhang immediately took back the grain that was originally meant for the residents in line and made a gesture as if to hand it to Qian Yuehua.
The residents queuing for food were displeased with this scene, but dared not say anything, clearly they were used to it.
Upon seeing this, Qian Huayue immediately put on a stern face and said, "Stop right now! What are you doing? Anyone who didn't know better would think I'm here to pull strings! Chen Yu, do you realize you're making a mistake!"
Seeing this, Xiao Zhang froze, unsure of what to do.
“Secretary Qian, aren’t you exaggerating?” Chen Yu frowned. “This grain belongs to my Tianyu Group. I can distribute it to whomever I want. How can you say it’s a mistake? I only asked Xiao Zhang to give you priority because you’re older. After all, respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue of our Great Xia.”
Hearing Chen Yu say this, Qian Yuehua's expression darkened even more, and she said in a deep voice, "Chen Yu, it seems that your ideological awareness still needs improvement. With a natural disaster at hand, you are still adhering to this kind of individualism!"
At this point, Qian Yuehua took a deep breath, glanced at the residents queuing up, and said with a righteous air, "The moment the cold disaster struck, the food and supplies you had stockpiled no longer belonged to you personally, but should belong to the country and the collective! You are only in charge of keeping these food and supplies, but that does not mean you have the right to dispose of them!"
"Given that your thinking is still stuck in the capitalist system, I hereby declare that the distribution of grain will officially be taken over by our neighborhood committee!" Qian Yuehua said righteously and sternly. "Only in this way can we guarantee fairness and justice, and ensure that every resident receives the life-saving grain!"
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent, and even Chen Yu was stunned for a long time.
"Chen Yu, what are you still standing there for? Did you hear what Secretary Qian just said? This area is now under the control of our neighborhood committee. You and your people can go back!" A portly middle-aged man who came out with Qian Yuehua shouted at Chen Yu in a stern voice.
"Why should we give this grain to you? Our General Manager Chen bought it with his own money before the natural disaster. Why should we give it to you?" Lin Lele retorted indignantly.
"Xiao Chen, I know you might have some complaints, but you have to understand that all your previous achievements were given to you by the organization. Without the organization, there would be no Tianyu Group. Besides, where did all this grain come from? Wasn't it bought from the people? Can you live with yourself exchanging so much grain for cheap money? Aren't you afraid of being purged by the organization afterward? But don't worry, as long as you cooperate with the organization, not only will the organization not blame you, but it will also remember your contribution. After the natural disaster is over, you will be rewarded according to your merits!" Qian Yuehua half-threatened and half-enticed her way of persuading Chen Yu.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yu laughed in anger. Although the source of his food was indeed not very legitimate, what did it have to do with the "organization" that Qian Yuehua mentioned? It didn't even have much to do with the entire Great Xia Dynasty.
He had seized this grain from the Merica Empire and the White Bear Empire before the end of the world!
"Chen Yu, what do you mean by this? Do you think it's funny?" the pot-bellied man frowned.
“Secretary Qian, Chen Yu is showing contempt for you! Contempt for the organization! Contempt for our Great Xia Kingdom! We must deal with this behavior seriously!” a woman holding a flag shouted hoarsely.
"Xiao Chen, at this critical moment, do you still want to undermine unity? I'm giving you one last chance to hand over these disaster relief supplies to our neighborhood committee. Otherwise, the organization will settle scores with you later!" Secretary Qian said in a deep voice, her eyes revealing an undeniable determination. It was as if, at this moment, she was not only the secretary of the neighborhood committee, but also the embodiment of the will of the Great Xia Kingdom.
"Heh, Secretary Qian, is that it? I'm only calling you 'Secretary Qian' out of respect. To be honest, you're nothing but a piece of trash in my eyes!" Chen Yu sneered. "Get the hell out of here and stop wasting everyone's time!"
Chen Yu's tone was filled with disdain and anger, his eyes sharp as knives, piercing directly at Qian Yuehua and the people behind her. This sudden, forceful attitude stunned everyone present.
Qian Huayue was trembling with anger. She pointed at Chen Yu and said, "You... how dare you? How dare you talk to me like that? Very well, I'll remember this. I will report every word you said to the organization. After the natural disaster, the organization will definitely settle accounts with you, definitely!"
"What a joke! Does a lousy neighborhood committee secretary represent the organization?" Chen Yu sneered, then turned to Feng Xinran beside him and said, "Officer Feng, tell me, is your power greater than this lousy neighborhood committee secretary's?"
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