Courtyard house: Just the right amount of pressure, leaving you bewildered but not brain-damaged.

"Uh... okay, Comrade Gao, you go ahead."

Under the setting sun, Director Wang carefully examined Gao Xiaosheng before nodding in agreement after a long while.

It is said that one should repay kindness with kindness, and Wang Xuemei had the same idea.

First, they took the initiative to consider Gao Xiaosheng's feelings, and then severely criticized the three neighborhood supervisors and Jia Zhangshi, with punishments that were undeniably harsh.

Now, it all depends on whether Gao Xiaosheng is willing to give her face.

"I agree with everyone's opinions." Gao Xiaosheng's first sentence set the tone, reassuring Wang Xuemei.

"According to what the neighbors have said, Comrade Yan Bugui has done a lot of work during his years as the neighborhood supervisor, especially in the area of ​​document transmission, where he almost single-handedly handled everything."

"Based on this, I believe that in accordance with the principles of learning from past mistakes to avoid future ones and curing the disease to save the patient, he should be given the opportunity to continue serving the public."

"The position of resident administrator can be retained."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuemei and the deaf old lady both breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Gao Xiaosheng nodded inwardly, realizing that his judgment was correct.

Although the reason is unknown, it is clear that the only thing Director Wang can do to help Yan Bugui is through his position as a resident manager.

Of course, not being detained or sentenced is a prerequisite; otherwise, how can one serve as a resident supervisor?

"However," Gao Xiaosheng changed the subject, having conveyed his goodwill, now it was time to establish authority and unite the masses.

"Merit must be rewarded and demerit must be punished. I believe it is necessary to punish Comrade Yan Bugui to some extent, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public. Director Wang, what do you think?"

"Well said," Wang Xuemei was naturally willing to cooperate with Gao Xiaosheng, since her task had already been completed. "Comrade Gao, please feel free to make any suggestions you may have."

"Three points as punishment," Gao Xiaosheng said, holding up three fingers.

"Comrade Yan Bugui's extortion and bribery are due to his status as a public security activist. I believe his position should be revoked and he should not be given this opportunity again."

Wang Xuemei nodded slightly. Although the neighborhood security activists were recommended by the street office, they were ultimately confirmed by the police station. Their participation in the actions was all in cooperation with the police, and had little to do with the street office.

"Secondly, it involves making a public apology, which is self-evident."

Wang Xuemei's expression became increasingly relaxed, and she was very satisfied with Gao Xiaosheng.

"Finally, the penalty of ten times the loss must be imposed, enough to make the lesson painful, so that it will be remembered and prevented from being repeated."

"I just overheard Comrade Sun Youtian and Secretary Zhang talking about it. Roughly speaking, it costs about a hundred yuan a day."

"Over six months, it would be 18,000 yuan; ten times that would be 180,000 yuan."

This is Gao Xiaosheng's trump card.

Everyone in the compound knew that Yan Bugui was also known as Yan the Miser, and that money was more precious to him than life itself.

It's only because the regulations are strict now; otherwise, if the price were right, he might have sold off all his own children. After all, he has many children at home, and keeping one or two would be enough.

"One hundred and eighteen thousand?"

Before Wang Xuemei could speak, Yan Bugui's vision went black. He had just finished repeating the astronomical figure of 180,000 when he collapsed into his wife Yang Ruihua's arms, pressing down on Xiao Jiedi and making her cry loudly.

"Director Wang, there are so many people in the hospital, and Sun Youtian is the only victim. I think it's only right to compensate him more, after all, he's been bullied for half a year and he must be feeling very aggrieved."

"Besides, as long as I keep my job, I can always earn it back later. I can save 30,000 a month in just six months," Gao Xiaosheng explained.

When Wang Xuemei heard Gao Xiaosheng emphasize the words "half a year," she understood his meaning perfectly.

To put it simply, this is called reciprocal retaliation. Sun Youtian suffered for half a year, and now it's Yan Bugui's turn.

Sun Youtian looked at Gao Xiaosheng with gratitude, his lips trembling slightly, unable to contain his excitement.

Half a year! Do you know how he got through those six months?

Before coming to Beijing, he was a strong and upright young man and a key member of the militia in his village. He never bullied anyone and was never bullied by anyone.

But ever since he entered No. 95 Courtyard, he was first robbed of his belongings by Yan Bugui, and then publicly criticized and educated by Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, as if he, the victim, had committed some great crime.

Several times, Sun Youtian was so angry that he wanted to use his fists to speak for himself, but he never dared to take action because he could not bear the serious consequences.

Now that Gao Xiaosheng has arrived, all suffering has ended. With Gao Xiaosheng here, justice has been served!

"Hmm... I think it's a good idea." Wang Xuemei thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

She was only offering the old lady some small help because of that leader in the district. When she went to report to the district, she could also mention it casually to help the street get more funds and materials.

Wang Xuemei was very clear about the old lady's little thoughts.

Despite the fact that the old lady saved people, she was not from a poor family; on the contrary, she was very wealthy.

It is said that if it weren't for the help from the leaders, he would have almost been classified as a capitalist when his class status was determined.

Unlike rural areas where class status is determined by the amount of land owned, urban areas primarily determine class status based on the ownership of means of production and the existence of exploitative relationships.

Although the deaf old lady did not employ any workers, she had quite a few houses to rent out before the liberation.

Besides No. 95 Courtyard, there are three other courtyard houses nearby that are also under her name, and her income comes entirely from rent.

Based solely on the classification of means of production, they undoubtedly qualify as capitalists.

Fortunately, the old lady insisted on collecting the rent herself and never used any servants.

In addition, after liberation, he took the initiative to approach the military control committee and kept only two rear rooms. All other houses, except for the main house and side rooms of the central courtyard that were bought by He Daqing, were donated.

This allowed the leaders to exploit a loophole and forcibly classify the business as a "small business owner who owns a small amount of means of production and mainly relies on the labor of himself and his family members".

To be honest, even Wang Xuemei felt it was a bit far-fetched.

That's why the old lady strongly recommended Yan Bugui to be the neighborhood supervisor, treating him as a "weathervane" and a "target."

After all, both of them are small business owners and belong to the group that "needs to be renovated." If a strong wind blows one day, Yan Bugui, who is perched on the flagpole, will definitely be the first to be blown away.

Having time to react means that whether you seek help from the district or spend all your savings to stay safe, you'll at least have a chance to fight back and avoid ending up with nothing in a muddled way.

"Yan Bugui, did you hear me clearly? Do you choose to resign as a community security activist, publicly apologize, and compensate Sun Youtian 180,000 yuan, or go to the police station to plead guilty?"

Yan Bugui originally planned to feign unconsciousness to avoid paying the 180,000 yuan compensation, but he accidentally pressed down on his own daughter and could only rub his head and lean back in his chair in worry.

Now he understood why his eyelids had been twitching; it wasn't a windfall, but a harbinger of impending disaster.

"Honey, say something! We can't go to the police station. What if we can't get out? How are we supposed to live?"

"Director Wang, we accept the punishment, we accept the punishment!"

Wu Guizhen shoved him several times, but Yan Bugui couldn't bring himself to utter the words "accept punishment."

That's 180,000, which is half a month's salary for him.

"Let him say it himself." Wang Xuemei frowned and looked at Yan Bugui.

If it weren't for the deaf old lady's insistence, she really wouldn't have thought Yan Bugui was qualified to be a neighborhood supervisor.

Putting aside his family background, he doesn't meet any of the criteria in terms of character or personality.

"I...I...I accept the punishment."

After saying this, Yan Bugui collapsed into the chair like a lump of mud, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Alright, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, you two supervise the execution and are not allowed to show any favoritism," Wang Xuemei warned the two in a stern tone.

"Comrade Gao, if they do anything wrong, point it out immediately. If anyone disobeys, come to the subdistrict office to find me."

"Grandma, if there's nothing else, please go back to your room and rest. I'll be going now."

Wang Xuemei didn't want to stay a minute longer, so she said a few polite words and turned to leave.

All three neighborhood supervisors in the compound failed and had to write self-criticisms. Even she, the director of the subdistrict office, felt ashamed.