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Wang Jiefang and his wife arrived at the courtyard, where a crowd had already gathered. As they entered, the onlookers displayed expressions of schadenfreude, knowing that Yi Zhonghai would not let them off easily.
Only Xu Damao stood below, giving Wang Jiefang a thumbs-up, completely forgetting that Wang Jiefang couldn't see him!
Sure enough, Yi Zhonghai approached with a stern expression and immediately targeted Wang Jiefang: "Our courtyard has always been a place of unity and camaraderie, yet there are individuals who need to be urged multiple times to attend an important meeting. Wang Jiefang, what are you trying to do? Are you planning to distance yourself from the people?"
Everyone in the courtyard turned to look at Wang Jiefang, aware that he would not take the reprimand lying down.
Wang Jiefang was already seething with anger. Since Yi Zhonghai had called him out directly, he saw no reason to hold back. "Don’t you dare pin labels on me, Yi Zhonghai! Whether or not I distance myself from the masses is not for you to decide, nor is it determined by whether I attend your meeting or not!
I want to ask you, what qualifications do you have to summon everyone here for a meeting at night? What are you trying to achieve by organizing this gathering without permission? Do you think we’re plotting a rebellion?"
As soon as these words left his mouth, Yan Bugui couldn’t sit still any longer. "Hey! Young Wang, don’t go throwing around accusations! I never said we were having a meeting; this is all Yi Zhonghai’s doing! Besides, we’re just ordinary folks—what talk of rebellion is there? We don’t have that capability!"
Liu Haizhong chimed in as well: "Right, I’m just here to attend the meeting; it was Yi Zhonghai who called for it!"
Yi Zhonghai rolled his eyes in frustration at these two useless men. They hadn’t even begun and were already distancing themselves from him. How did they expect to regain their authority?
He knew that organizing this meeting was indeed questionable. So he decided to change the subject—a tactic he was quite skilled at. "Well, it’s getting late, so I won’t dwell on those matters. The purpose of this meeting is concerning our elder, the deaf old lady!
As everyone knows, the deaf old lady collapsed today after coughing up blood. The doctor said she needs careful nursing and rest. This means she will require proper food and hospital treatment!
This will inevitably increase her expenses, so the purpose of this meeting is to ask everyone to contribute some money for her care."
Upon hearing this, the crowd fell silent. Yi Zhonghai understood that getting people to part with their money wouldn’t be easy. He took out ten yuan himself: "Here’s my contribution; I’ll set an example by donating ten yuan!"
Seeing that he had donated ten yuan but no one else stepped forward, Yi Zhonghai turned his gaze toward Wang Jiefang: "Wang Jiefang, your family has two workers earning nearly seventy yuan each month. You often make extra money outside as well; surely you must be bringing in over a hundred yuan each month? I propose that you donate ten yuan too!"
Everyone looked at Wang Jiefang, curious whether he would contribute. They secretly hoped he wouldn’t; if he didn’t donate, they would have an excuse not to either.
Wang Jiefang had initially planned to confront Yi Zhonghai but had just sensed something about the deaf old lady's condition through his mental probing—she wouldn’t live much longer! Why should he tarnish his reputation over someone who had little time left?
"Yi Zhonghai, since you’re so eager for donations, then I’ll contribute!" Wang Jiefang declared directly to Sun Yuwei. "Wife, go home and bring me ten yuan. Since it’s for the old lady’s treatment, I should donate this money!"
Yi Zhonghai had prepared everything for Wang Jiefang, yet Wang Jiefang surprisingly donated money without hesitation. The people in the courtyard looked at Wang Jiefang with astonishment.
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