Wang Dabao's words were like pouring a glass of cold water into a pot of boiling oil.
The atmosphere at the conference instantly erupted in excitement.
The public's anger over being scammed was still rising. Yi Zhonghai knew very well that no matter what he said now, no one would listen; they would only think that he was helping the Jia family to cheat everyone.
Wang Dabao is such a vicious bastard!
In just one college-wide meeting, he almost ruined the reputation he had built up over half a lifetime.
Xu Damao was the first to respond, walking to the table and taking a dollar: "Since the Jia family has money for medical treatment, the donation is invalid. Please return this money to us as soon as possible."
"It seems I was also deceived by Jia Zhangshi's words. Since Dongxu has money for medical treatment, this money should be returned to everyone."
Yi Zhonghai sighed, his voice hoarse. This was a classic case of trying to steal a chicken but getting pecked instead.
He had hoped to get Wang Dabao to contribute some money, but Wang Dabao's actions ruined the entire process, causing not only the donation to fall through but also damaging his own reputation.
The residents of the compound came forward one after another to retrieve their money, and the respect they had shown Yi Zhonghai before was gone.
Liu Haizhong was the second person to receive the donation after Xu Damao. For some reason, when he looked at Wang Dabao again at that moment, he suddenly felt that the kid wasn't so bad after all.
Sha Zhu hesitated as everyone went forward to collect their money, but He Yushui ran over and took the ten yuan back, putting it in her own pocket.
The deaf old woman packed up the money, glanced at Yi Zhonghai discreetly, sighed, and left.
Yi Zhonghai gave Qin Huairu a wink, and Qin Huairu understood. She desperately pulled Jia Zhangshi away, preventing her from stopping everyone from taking the money. Jia Zhangshi could only watch helplessly as the money that was about to be put into her pocket was taken away by others.
Fraudulent donations may not seem like a major issue, but they're not insignificant either.
If this matter really escalates to the local street office, neither the Jia family nor the organizer, Yi Zhonghai, will escape unscathed. Besides, Yi Zhonghai has organized numerous donations for the Jia family over the years.
At Yi Zhonghai's instruction, Qin Huairu dragged Jia Zhangshi home by force.
In the end, only Yi Zhonghai's twenty yuan remained on the table. After glancing at Wang Dabao's departing figure, Yi Zhonghai grabbed the money and walked home without looking back.
After returning home, Yi Zhonghai pondered to himself, "It seems I need to learn from Wang Dabao how to renovate my house and get some good furniture. In short, I'll have to spend some money!"
"Da Bao, you'd better be careful in the compound from now on."
Yan Bugui held the one-yuan coin with a happy grin, as if he had found it on the roadside.
Who would have thought that the money donated would come back!
“Yi Zhonghai is a vengeful person. He will definitely make things difficult for you in the future. Not to mention the Jia family. You ruined their donation, so they will definitely hold a grudge against you.”
Wang Dabao smiled and nodded, patting Yan Bugui on the shoulder: "Remember to take Jie Kuang to the hospital again in a couple of days. It's best if the people in the compound see you going back and forth."
"You can rest assured that I'll handle things."
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The Jia family.
Jia Dongxu lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and cursed Wang Dabao for an hour.
He swore at every kind of language, but he didn't dare to shout too loudly, in case Wang Dabao heard him, he was afraid he would be beaten even if he broke his toe.
Meanwhile, Qin Huairu had a worry on her mind. Although Wang Dabao had ruined her family's donation today, it also reminded her that Jia Zhangshi had a lot of savings.
Previously, Jia Zhangshi had never mentioned the matter of Lao Jia's pension. Jia Dongxu had also asked about it, but Jia Zhangshi told the same thing as the neighbors: there was no such thing as a pension.
But the discussions among the crowd today and Jia Zhangshi's expression made Qin Huairu believe that the pension did indeed exist, and was right there in Jia Zhangshi's hands.
Of course, there are also the savings left by his deceased father-in-law, Lao Jia, and the salary that Jia Dongxu handed over, so it's impossible that there's nothing left each month.
It seems that her family had quite a bit of savings, but since Jia Zhangshi kept complaining about being poor, they assumed that the family really had no money.
What Jia Zhangshi didn't know was that this half-hearted donation exposed Qin Huairu's possession of a large sum of money. If she had known, she would probably have hated Wang Dabao even more.
Meanwhile, Wang Dabao had already returned home.
He completely ignored Yan Bugui's reminder.
Yi Zhonghai's status as an eighth-grade fitter and the foreman might be quite impressive in the compound and factory, but in Wang Dabao's eyes, he was nothing special.
Putting aside his status as a family member of a martyr, just the fact that he has a system at his disposal makes it incredibly easy for him to deal with Yi Zhonghai.
There's a saying that goes, "He who possesses a weapon will naturally have the will to kill." Wang Dabao didn't want to use such a method unless absolutely necessary.
Time flies, and tomorrow is the day Wang Dabao will report to the steel rolling mill to take up his new post.
During this period, he signed up for a lot of supplies to replenish the warehouse.
Today was a good day. Wang Dabao got up early, ready for his last day of leisure. He found a fishing rod in the island's warehouse, grabbed the matching fishing gear, picked up a bucket, and headed out.
Shichahai is not too far from the compound. Wang Dabao's purpose in fishing was for leisure, so he did not ride a bicycle.
As I passed by the front yard of Yan Bugui's house, I saw a figure dart out.
Even a fool would know it was that old bastard Yan Bugui.
"Hey, Da Bao, are you going fishing?"
Seeing that Wang Dabao was holding a fishing rod, a bucket, and other items, Yan Bugui took out two-cent packs of cigarettes from his pocket again, intending to offer one to Wang Dabao so they could chat for a while and he could boast about his fishing experience.
"No need, this one is fine with me."
Wang Dabao took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, popped one into his mouth, pretended not to see Yan Bugui's pleading look, and stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket. "Why aren't you smoking anymore?"
"Oh, right, smoking."
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