"Yes, yes," the people in the courtyard pleaded for Jia Zhangshi, whether out of sympathy or regret that the supplies from the neighborhood committee for the New Year were gone, it was hard to tell.
"Yes, you are generous. On my first day, Aunt Jia tried to take over my house, and on the second day she came to steal my coal. You are generous, but I am the one who suffered. Does Aunt Jia think that I, a new member of the MCA, am easy to bully?"
"Forgiving Aunt Jia is your business; my job is to take them to the police station," Ma Hua said, his heart pounding. He almost said "God"—what a close call!
After Jia Zhangshi was arrested, Ma Hua stood in the middle of the crowd, looking utterly disappointed. He recalled what the police had told him earlier—that Jia Zhangshi could only be detained for one day. He was so disappointed; why didn't Jia Zhangshi steal something more valuable? One day of tears behind bars wouldn't be enough for Jia Zhangshi.
After the police left, Yi Zhonghai angrily turned to Ma Hua and said, "Ma Hua, are you satisfied now?"
Yi Zhonghai now hated Ma Hua intensely and was filled with regret. He hadn't expected Ma Hua to be so capable of causing trouble; if he had known, he wouldn't have arranged for him to come to this hospital. But now it was too late for regrets.
"What am I satisfied with, sir? There's something wrong with what you're saying. I'm not the one who stole the things, and I'm not the one who promoted feudal superstitions. Instead of calling me a thief, you're talking about me, the victim. What's wrong with you? Do you think MCA is easy to bully because it's new here?"
"And what kind of logic is this? Besides, the police just said that Aunt Jia is guilty. Are you questioning the police, sir?" Ma Hua spread his hands, pretending to be innocent.
“Ma Hua, don’t label Zhonghai. Zhonghai just thinks what you did was wrong. What will happen to our institute’s model workers if you do this? And the police are so busy.”
"Let's not involve the police if we can handle things in our own compound. Don't you all agree with this old woman?" the deaf old woman said with a smile. This newcomer has a hard heart, doesn't he?
"Old people are cunning, and old horses are slippery. This old lady is really something." As soon as she finished speaking, Ma Hua immediately felt that the eyes of everyone in the hospital were on him differently.
"Ahem, I guess someone must have taken the wrong things from my house. Since things have already come to this, I won't make a fuss about it anymore. I just hope this is the first and last time."
I hope everyone in our department can be more generous and tolerant in their interactions with others. This isn't about any one person; I'm doing this for everyone's sake.
We all live in the same compound, so it's inevitable that we'll have some disagreements. If it's always like this, how can we live together? Don't you all agree?
"Yes, sir, you're right. What I hate most about MCA are people who know what's going on but still advise me to be magnanimous. Do you know what I've been through? Just because you haven't experienced this doesn't mean you can expect people to be magnanimous without any limits."
After speaking, Ma Hua looked at the old man Yi Zhonghai and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I wasn't talking about you. You're definitely not that kind of person. You were the one who told me my coal was stolen. You know kids best; it must be the child playing around."
But you said you'd call the police as soon as yours was stolen, so you're definitely not the kind of person I'm talking about. Don't worry.
After Ma Hua finished speaking, he looked at Yi Zhonghai with a smile, at which point Yi Zhonghai's face turned red.
Liu Haizhong looked at Ma Hua in surprise. This Ma Hua was too powerful. But he had to hurry up and do it. That was it. As long as he got rid of Lao Yi, he would be the boss.
Yan Bugui was still pretending to wipe his glasses, thinking to himself, "This is a little devil who's come to the courtyard." Everyone else was secretly trying not to laugh. Ma Hua was too mean. Saying that Yi Zhonghai understood children was like digging into Yi Zhonghai's heart.
Hearing this, the deaf old woman glanced at the middle-aged woman beside her who was silently weeping, and she too trembled with anger. She was also an elderly woman without descendants, her household registration book only having one page. "That damned Ma Hua," she thought, "just wait, I'll deal with you!" She continued, "I'm tired, help me back to rest."
The old lady's most important task now was to quickly call the older woman back. She could already sense all eyes on the woman; poor thing.
The old lady still had a lot of affection for the older woman, and she couldn't bear to see her suffer like this.
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