Gu Daqiang collected all the votes together and read out the votes in public, and the three winning families were convincingly announced.
Looking at the representatives of the three families standing on the stage, holding certificates and awards in one hand and one thousand yuan in the other, with their camera shutters flashing, capturing their bright smiles, the villagers' hearts were filled with envy.
By the afternoon, when people going to work in the industrial park or strolling in the village saw big red letters of commendation posted everywhere and listened to other people's discussions, the sour feeling in my heart became even stronger.
At the same time, the old man with white beard came to Brother Yuanbao's yard.
"Baoyuan, can we just not set aside the wine for the day after tomorrow?"
The old man with white beard held his pipe, looked at Brother Yuanbao, and started to discuss.
Brother Yuanbao held the cigarette in his hand, looking embarrassed, "Dad, we have already bought things for the house, how can we just stop putting them up?"
Whitebeard took a pinch of tobacco, lit it, took a puff, and said calmly, "Have you bought the food? Who will cook? It's not like I haven't eaten the meals cooked by your wife before. It depends on luck whether it's cooked well."
Brother Yuanbao looked embarrassed and said, "We just prepared the food and asked the buffet to come and prepare it."
"Which one? Let me ask. We can't persuade him to quit, so we asked Secretary Huo and others in the town to go and talk to him."
Brother Yuanbao was choked and speechless. He threw the cigarette butt to the ground in anger and stepped on it. "Dad, you can't do this. I'm just treating you. I didn't offend anyone. Why can't I do this?"
The old man with a white beard sighed, "You said you had something important to do, and I won't stop you. Look at the wine you're offering. The kid is in high school and you still have to treat him and accept gifts. Aren't you ashamed?"
Brother Yuanbao stiffened his neck and said, "What's the big deal? They have something even more outrageous. Damn it, the big cow in the house has to treat everyone when it gives birth to a calf!"
Whitebeard said seriously: "So we can't go on like this!"
Brother Yuanbao took out his cigarette case, hesitated for a moment, stood up, went to the room and got a pack of good cigarettes, and put them directly into White Beard's hand, "Dad, wait until I finish this time before you make strict demands! I will obey!"
The white-bearded old man put the cigarette box back into Brother Yuanbao's hands and sighed, "Baoyuan, do you think you can make money?"
He pointed his old finger at Brother Yuanbao and said, "If you do this, our rules will be invalid. If our rules are invalid, it will be the same as before. Don't you have to pay back the money you collected this time? You have to pay back even more!"
Brother Yuanbao took the cigarette box and put it in his trouser pocket. He then fished out the cheap cigarette he smoked, took out a cigarette and lit it. He spread his legs, supported his knees with his elbows, took a sip, and looked up at the white-bearded old man. "Dad, why do you start with me? Then the people in front of me will make money? And I will suffer a loss?"
The old man with a white beard tapped his pipe and said, "To put it in plain words, it happened just these two days. There has to be a beginning. You are unlucky. As for settling accounts, it doesn't mean I will never ask you to treat me. When you have something important in the future, I will still treat you. The money can be recovered anyway."
"If we two masters were talking behind closed doors." The white-bearded old man looked at Brother Yuanbao, and lowered his voice, speaking earnestly, "Baoxingwa was in jail. He was corrupt and harmed many people in the village? You wrote a letter to mess with Gu Chengde before. Although the incident has passed, do you think people don't remember it? This time, even if you did something for the village, you can earn some face for us, the Zhan family. What do you think?"
Brother Yuanbao lowered his head, smoked a cigarette silently, threw the cigarette butt away, and sighed, "Since you said so, what else can I say! I will listen to you!"
The white-bearded old man finally smiled. "Now that Secretary Huo is here and Daqiang is back, you should just follow me and work in the village. There is a future for you!"
Brother Yuanbao raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Not long after the old man with white beard left, Yuanbao's wife, who had been "kicked out", hurried back and asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"
Brother Yuanbao frowned, "What do you mean?"
The woman stamped her feet anxiously, "What else? It must be about our dinner party the day after tomorrow!"
Brother Yuanbao glared at her and said, "Invite guests? What guests? The village rules clearly state that big things should be handled in a small way, and small things should not be handled. We must put an end to waste and favor-seeking. Our kids are in high school, why should we invite guests? The village has already held a meeting to say it, what else do we want? Don't you have any sense of organization and discipline?"
The woman looked at him oddly, as if to say, Organizational discipline? How long have you had that?
Brother Yuanbao blushed when he was looked at by this gaze. He snorted and walked out.
After he came out, he went to his neighbor's house and stood at the gate and howled, "Someone is missing!"
The man in the room walked out quickly with a smile, "Brother Yuanbao, come and sit down!"
Brother Yuanbao sat down and took out a cigarette. "The party the day after tomorrow won't be held. I'm telling you that!"
The neighbor was stunned, not knowing whether it was fake or real. "Why don't you do it? It's already been decided!"
Brother Yuanbao smiled and said, "The village has issued the village rules, so we have to follow them! It's not a big deal to make such a small matter so complicated!"
The neighbor leaned forward. "Really?"
"Hey! Fuck you, I'll give you a claw!" Brother Yuanbao patted his chest, "I've been neglecting Murakami's work for a long time! Only if we support Murakami, can Murakami's work be carried out well and we can make money!"
"Brother Yuanbao! You have to be so aware!"
Brother Yuanbao straightened up proudly and seemed to be feeling pretty good.
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In a yard, a young woman quietly opened a locked cabinet in the master bedroom, took out some biscuits and candies, and handed them to her seven or eight-year-old son who was standing beside her with a curious look on his face.
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