"Build a library for a primary school in the mountainous area. No matter how poor we are, we must not neglect education. No matter how hard our lives are, we must not let children suffer." Followed by a selfie of Chen Meihua and a photo of the mountain village primary school, as well as her transfer records.
Fang Zhiyi saw this circle of friends while fiddling with his phone.
"6." He was almost speechless.
The little black ball-like body was jumping around: "Your behavior is considered a scam, right?"
"How could I have known they would believe it?" Fang Zhiyi was helpless. "Besides, I just acted before the scammers did." He had asked Xiao Hei before, and the idiot couple in the original story had actually been scammed. Looking at the likes on her WeChat Moments, Fang Zhiyi thought for a moment and liked one too.
"In that case, I want to see what they do next."
Chen Meihua and Fang Jianguo were in an extremely good mood. This feeling was better than ever. Seeing her father-in-law give her a thumbs up, Chen Meihua was even happier. She even smiled when she was called up to work in the middle of the night.
Since they had taken the money, Fang Zhiyi did not make things any more difficult for them. After all, he was old.
It was just that he had given money for Fang Yang's school uniforms, and he had also bought the toys Fang Yue wanted. Seeing the children wearing the wrong clothes and playing with the wrong toys, Fang Jianguo and his wife began to have doubts in their hearts again, and finally they spoke to Fang Zhiyi.
"Dad, don't spend money indiscriminately." Fang Jianguo said.
"Yes." Chen Meihua said, "We owe a lot of money now. Can you give us some money..."
"No." Fang Zhiyi refused readily.
"Dad, please help us!"
After a brief period of happiness, there was panic over the debt crisis. The couple has been a little exhausted recently, especially when faced with questioning from colleagues and friends, they are unable to cope.
"How can I help you if I don't have money?" Fang Zhiyi was fiddling with his cell phone. The sharp-eyed Chen Meihua saw that he had transferred two thousand yuan to someone.
"Dad! Who are you transferring the money to?"
"This young man is pitiful. His family is in financial difficulty. Should I support him?" Fang Zhiyi asked with a raised eyebrow.
"this..."
Fang Zhiyi ignored her, opened the next dialog box, and transferred another three thousand.
"Dad!" Fang Jianguo couldn't help but ask, "You give money to outsiders but not to us?"
"Outsiders? Hey, listen to what you're saying. You two have hands and feet, and you have jobs. You're all working part-time to pay for your studies, but why don't you think about others? How can you be like this?" Fang Zhiyi's face was filled with disappointment. "How could I have raised you to be such a selfish person?"
"This, I..." These words sounded familiar, but Fang Jianguo didn't know how to refute them for a moment.
"Don't you consider your grandchildren?" Chen Meihua found a breakthrough. Her father-in-law seemed to care a lot about the children.
"Think about it. I wouldn't have thought about it if you hadn't told me." Fang Zhiyi sat up and said, "Let me do the math for you. I haven't received any living expenses this month. Then, I pay for my grandma's school uniform, Yueyue's extracurricular interest classes, and my eldest son's tutoring fees. As for other toys, clothes, shoes, etc., I'll take care of them. Give me the money."
Seeing him stretch out his hand, Chen Meihua was furious: "Before you came, you didn't have to spend this money!"
"Oh?" Fang Zhiyi looked at her, "Then what do you want?"
"Me! Anyway, I don't care. You wanted to spend this money yourself. It could have been used to help many people in need. But you spent it without even asking us, and now you're asking us for more money?"
Fang Jianguo hesitated for a moment: "Dad, I am your only son. Isn't the money you earn for me?"
"Stop, I don't have an unfilial son like you." Fang Zhiyi raised his hand to stop him. "You can't tell the difference between relatives and strangers, and you can't tell the difference between urgency and triviality. What a jerk."
At this time, Fang Yue was lying at the door with the sketchbook her grandfather bought for her.
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