Wang Dabao counted the ten large black bills in his hand; there were exactly ten, no more and no less.
Standing at the door, watching Yi Zhonghai's departing figure, he smiled slightly and shook his head.
He thought to himself, "Who said Yi Zhonghai is a hypocrite? He's quite honest, isn't he? He even knows to use money to pave the way when asking someone for a favor."
He not only gave money but also tea. Although it wasn't as good as his own, the quality wasn't bad either. If all else failed, he could give it away as a gift.
What a cute old man! He must be worried he doesn't have enough money, so he hurriedly ran home to get some!
really.
A short while later, Yi Zhonghai came running back, panting, with a handful of money in his hand.
After carefully closing the door, Yi Zhonghai eagerly sat down on the sofa.
"Brother Da Bao, here's a total of 150 yuan. 100 yuan is for your comrade to buy some good wine and cigarettes as an apology, and the other 50 yuan is to thank you, brother. You must help your old brother out."
Yi Zhonghai grabbed Wang Dabao's hand, stuffed a wad of cash into it, and looked at him earnestly.
Looking at Yi Zhonghai's expression, it seemed that if he didn't accept the money, he would be guilty and make a big mistake!
"Old Yi, what are you doing? We know you earn more than everyone else each month, but how much money have you spent all this time?!"
Wang Dabao sighed and pretended to push the money back to Yi Zhonghai. "Old Yi, I said you were a millionaire before, but that was just me saying it in anger. Now we're brothers, and all the conflicts have been resolved. It's not easy for anyone to save money. I can't just watch you throw money away like this."
“Listen to me, take this money back. I will talk to my comrades about it. This money really can’t be spent anymore.”
"Even if he kicks me out, I have to make this clear to him: if he doesn't help you, I'll consider him a comrade-in-arms from now on!!!"
Wang Dabao's words were quite harsh; those were comrades-in-arms who had gone through thick and thin together!
Those were the kind of people you'd entrust your life to on the battlefield, but now, because of Yi Zhonghai, it seems Wang Dabao is ready to break ties with his comrade.
How could this not move people to tears!
Yi Zhonghai pursed his lips and choked up several times, his eyes filled with tears, and his gaze towards Wang Dabao was very complicated.
"Da Bao, I was the one who wronged you before. Now that I think about it, I was really a jerk."
Yi Zhonghai forced back his tears and stuffed the money back into Wang Dabao's hand. "Take this money. If it's not enough, just let me know. I'll do what I can, but it's okay if I can't. At least I can't let you suffer any injustice, and I don't want my situation to ruin your relationship with your comrades."
Yi Zhonghai wasn't just throwing money away; although Wang Dabao's words touched him deeply, he was also very grateful.
But this matter was too important to him; it concerned whether he could continue to stay in the workshop.
If what Wang Dabao said is true, and they are just going to ask for favors with nothing but their bare hands, coupled with the fact that Feng Biao was criticized by his superiors for pleading for Yi Zhonghai, then it is almost predictable that the outcome will be unsatisfactory.
This is definitely not what Yi Zhonghai wanted to see.
Therefore, this money must be spent, and more money should be spent.
Wang Dabao pretended he couldn't persuade the other party and sighed heavily, "How about this, Lao Yi, you take this fifty yuan back. The two hundred I have should be enough. Even if he gets criticized by his boss, he'll help us out of consideration for me and for this two hundred yuan."
"No, no."
Yi Zhonghai refused to take the fifty yuan, saying, "I have no way to repay you, brother, but you must accept this money."
Wang Dabao looked embarrassed, but still declined, saying, "Old Yi, aren't you making fun of me? We're brothers, there's no need for this. Since you're not taking the money back, then add it to this two hundred. Anyway, I'm not taking this money."
As he spoke, Wang Dabao casually placed a wad of cash on the coffee table.
Yi Zhonghai held Wang Dabao's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, and after a long string of thanks, he finally prepared to leave.
Wang Dabao escorted him to the door and then reassured Yi Zhonghai.
"Don't worry, Lao Yi, I'll go see him first thing tomorrow morning and make sure he agrees to it. But we can't interfere with the specifics of how it's done; he'll have to decide based on the situation at the security department."
"Just go to work and wait for news."
Yi Zhonghai thanked Wang Dabao profusely again before leaving his house with trepidation.
He secretly hoped that Wang Dabao could bring him good news and help him regain his prestige in the factory.
Just as Wang Dabao was about to close the door, he saw Yi Zhonghai, who had just left, turn back again.
"Da Bao, there's something else. Are you free tomorrow night? I'd like to invite you over for dinner. I'll also invite Zhu Zi, and we can all have a drink together. You know I have a bit of a disagreement with Sha Zhu. I'm not good with words, so I'll have to trouble you to help me mediate and make sure we don't have any more arguments."
"Okay, I'll come over to your place after get off work tomorrow."
Wang Dabao was taken aback, then nodded in agreement. He never expected that by accepting the tea and 250 yuan, he could also get a free meal from Yi Zhonghai.
"Zhu Zi isn't a bad person, he just sometimes has a sharp tongue, but he's a good person at heart. Let's talk things out. We're all neighbors living in the same courtyard, there's no need to be so tense all the time."
"Yes, yes, Da Bao, you are the most sensible and have a good sense of the big picture."
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