Xu Damao's only reply to Sha Zhu was a colloquialism: "Idiot!"
Residents stepped forward to donate, but as the old man only donated one yuan, how could they possibly overstep their bounds?
Two cents, three cents, five cents, six cents—not a single one was more than a dollar. Eighty percent of them were less than five cents, and some people even donated one cent.
Jia Zhangshi's old face was practically drooping to the ground.
Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and others kept an eye on Wang Dabao. While everyone else got up to donate, he remained seated firmly, not even moving an inch.
"Wang Dabao." Yi Zhonghai's gaze passed through the silly pillar in the front row and landed on Wang Dabao.
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
Wang Dabao and Yi Zhonghai looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion, as if they had no idea why the other had called them.
Yi Zhonghai frowned slightly. This kid didn't come with good intentions and was not easy to deal with!
"Here's the thing, you might not have heard me clearly, Jia Dongxu is injured..."
"Oh, I heard you right."
Before Yi Zhonghai could finish speaking, Wang Dabao interrupted, "But what does Jia Dongxu's injury have to do with me, Wang Dabao?"
"The Jia family is struggling financially and has always been a recipient of assistance from the compound..." Yi Zhonghai kept rambling on. He knew that Wang Dabao had inherited a considerable amount of wealth from Wang Zhen; otherwise, where would he have gotten the money to repair the house and make the furniture?
Given the grudges of the past few days, it would be too lenient of him not to bleed a little.
"Old Yi, I don't like what you're saying. What do you mean by 'always being a beneficiary of the compound's assistance program'? According to you, does that mean everyone has to chip in to help Banggeng get married?"
Wang Dabao stood up.
“Everyone has difficult times, and it’s only right to help each other, but we have to do what we can. My family is almost starving, how can we donate? But you, a person with ten thousand yuan in income and Jia Dongxu’s mentor, only donated twenty yuan. Isn’t that disheartening?”
Yi Zhonghai's expression changed. "Wang Dabao, what do you mean by that? How did I become a millionaire? I took the lead in doing good deeds, how did that make everyone feel disheartened?"
"Aren't you a millionaire yet?"
Wang Dabao chuckled, “Yi Zhonghai, you know how many years you’ve been an eighth-level fitter. You and your wife have no children, no illnesses, and just the two of you. If we calculate your monthly expenses at fifteen yuan, you can still save eighty-four yuan.”
"You can save a thousand yuan in a year. How many years have you been working? Even if your salary was lower before, you can't find anyone in the compound who can compete with your monthly salary."
"If you look at it that way, you alone are worth two or three people with ten thousand yuan each."
Wang Dabao looked around at everyone and said, "Do you all think that donating twenty yuan is too much? If you ask me, even five hundred yuan wouldn't be too much."
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