Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Yes, we should help people in need. There are two or three families in the courtyard whose situation is even worse than Jia's, but why do we only donate to Jia's family every time?

The key is "each time" and "only"!

Director Wang's face darkened. She turned to Liu Pangpang and asked, "Liu Haizhong, you tell me what's going on here?"

Liu Pangpang was sweating profusely: "Director Wang, it was Lao Yi who organized it every time. I didn't know. He even asked me to take the lead in donating money. I..." He didn't dare to finish his sentence.

In order to keep his position as the second uncle and to demonstrate his strength, he was easily persuaded by Yi Zhonghai with just a few words. How could he not donate?

Director Wang then looked at Yan Bugui, whose current attitude was, "Since I'm already in this mess, I might as well take down one more person."

And could he betray Yi Zhonghai?

That's a must!

"It was Lao Yi who organized it every time. Liu Haizhong and I have raised different opinions, but Lao Yi has rejected them with various reasons."

"He's a level 7 worker, very capable, and a star in the factory. Most of the people in this compound are family members of steel mill workers, and he's an old man—so we have no choice but to listen to him."

"And... Director Wang, please wait a moment, I need to go home and get something."

Before Zhang Dabiao could cause any trouble and Director Wang could continue questioning him, Yan Bugui conscientiously went home and brought back the account books.

Yi Zhonghai felt like he was choking on blood!

Why did he take this thing out?

Isn't this going to kill me?

"Director Wang, these are the ledgers for each fundraising event. You'll understand once you take a look."

Director Wang flipped through the account books with suspicion, his face growing darker with each page. Finally, he slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Yi Zhonghai!"

"How dare you!"

At this moment, Zhang Dabiao sneaked over to peek at the account book, and what he saw shocked him!

Over three years, through six fundraising campaigns, a total of 453.2 yuan was donated to the Jia family!

150 a year! That's equivalent to 8 and a half months' wages for an apprentice, calculated at 18 a month for an apprentice!

That guy is a heartless bastard!

And my own father donated 50 yuan over 3 years!

That idiot Zhu donated 120?!

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Pangpang are both 60, Yan Bugui is 30...

That's 320 yuan gone!

Why should I?!

"RNM, refund my money!"

Zhang Dabiao shouted without hesitation!

Then everyone rushed over to look, and the numbers on it were shocking!

Then--

The whole courtyard almost erupted into a riot!

Is this what they call a household in financial difficulty?

He inexplicably received 150 yuan in donations in a year. His family also has a first-class worker in a steel rolling mill. Is this what you call a poor household?

Yan Bugui calculated for everyone that a first-level fitter's salary is 33 yuan, which is 396 yuan a year. Adding the 150 yuan donation, the total annual income is easily 546 yuan!

This is almost equivalent to the benefits for dual-income families!

This doesn't even include the small expenses such as Sha Zhu bringing lunchboxes to their family and Yi Zhonghai occasionally providing financial assistance.

There are many families in this courtyard who can't even earn 250 yuan a year!

A group of poor people donate money to wealthy households and think they are doing good deeds and helping people in need?

This is a complete bunch of idiots!

Are Yi Zhonghai and the Jia family treating all the neighbors in the courtyard like fools?

Xu Damao, in particular, was trembling with rage: "I told you the Jia family wasn't poor! I didn't donate enough to Sha Zhu, and he still beat me?! And that deaf old man even called me a bad seed?!"

"Is there no justice left?! Is there no law left?!"

"RNM, refund my money!"

"RNM, refund my money!"

"..."

The whole courtyard erupted in shouts.

Jia Dongxu panicked, Qin Huairu was playing the victim again, and Yi Zhonghai remained silent.

"We really don't have any money. My mother-in-law has hidden it all away, and I don't know where she put it."

"Master, look..."

"I'm broke too! Don't you know how much money I've lost in the past two weeks?!"

Director Wang closed the ledger and said expressionlessly, "Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu."

"Either return the money, or we'll go to the police station. Your actions constitute illegal fundraising, fraudulent donations, and economic crimes!"

Jia Dongxu was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. His mother had just gone in, and now he had to go and keep her company?

"Master, Godfather, you must save me..."

Jia Dongxu wasn't unwilling to repay the money; he was afraid. But he genuinely didn't know where the money was kept at home.

At this point, Zhang Dabiao, still unwilling to give up, asked, "Is that all? There's no way the old man and his neighbor would donate money together, with the old man's money returned in full, and the common people's money split 30/70?"

The three old men and Director Wang's faces turned green immediately, while Xu Damao exclaimed in surprise, "You can do that?"

The three old men shook their heads vehemently: "No, no, absolutely not!"

If that were really the case, it wouldn't just be illegal fundraising; it would be outright oppression and deception of the people, deserving to be dragged out and shot!

The three old men were terrified, especially Fatty Liu—[Zhang Dabiao, my third son is on good terms with you, you can't get me into trouble!]

Director Wang closed his eyes, took a long breath, and then said, word by word, "The Jia family will return the donation and pay a penalty equal to the amount donated. All other neighbors will receive double their donations back, and the matter will be dropped. If you disagree, then go to the police station."

She really didn't want to deal with it anymore.

Courtyard No. 95, it's damn toxic!

The deaf old woman, Yi Zhonghai, the Jia family, Sha Zhu, Yan Bugui... and add Zhang Dabiao, who's causing all the trouble—

They're all toxic!

I'm tired. Let it all end. I don't care who cares.

At worst, I'll just quit being the director of this neighborhood office, okay?

Liu Cuilan was a little worried. If things continued like this, Lao Yi would run out of money, and she wouldn't be able to make a living either, but not paying him back was not an option.

He Yushui patted Liu Cuilan's hand to reassure her, saying, "Godmother, it's okay, I have money."

He Yushui now has 2000 yuan, making her a well-off young lady!

Jia Dongxu panicked: "Zhang Dabiao, if you want revenge on my godfather, go find him! Why are you messing with me?"

"We really don't have any money!"

"I really don't know where the money is!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai muttered something, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth; he couldn't hold back any longer.

You just adopted a godson?

Does this betray him by betraying him?

That's exactly the result Zhang Dabiao wanted: on Yi Zhonghai's most glorious day, to have his godson stab him in the back! To make his godson a laughingstock, to teach him the harsh realities of society! To leave him with nothing but ruin and nothing to show for it!

That's what you call killing someone by breaking their spirit!

Then he casually added insult to injury: "You have no money, so either we'll search your house, or you can ask your godfather for some. Why not use your father when you have him?"

"If he refuses to save you, so what if you don't support him in his old age? It's not a big deal!"

--puff--

"The Intestine-Piercing Sword is finally online!" After spitting out a mouthful of blood, it roared at Zhang Dabiao—

"Zhang Dabiao!"

Zhang Dabiao's passive skill activated—

"Your grandfather is here!"

Then Yi Zhonghai suddenly vomited three more mouthfuls of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he lay on the ground barely breathing.

Everyone was stunned. Could he really have been angered to death?

Zhang Dabiao slapped Jia Dongxu on the back of the head.

"What are you still standing there for? Get your godfather to the hospital for emergency treatment!"