Siheyuan's Silly Pillar has been replaced by someone else

Yi Zhonghai blushed, but he couldn't refute it.

With the deaf old lady gone, his facade of filial piety could no longer be upheld.

Liu Haizhong tapped on the stone table: "He Yuzhu, you..."

He Yuzhu ignored him: "What do you mean 'you'? Don't forget, I'm the leader of the steel rolling mill now."

My bangs suddenly got stuck.

The leader holds an irreplaceable place in his heart. Once that place is revealed, he will behave himself.

After confronting the three people, He Yuzhu went to the Intermediate People's Court.

In his hands were not only some gifts from the wife of the high-ranking leader, but also some items he had taken out of his spatial storage.

It's really an eyesore to have it standing like that in the yard.

Xu Damao followed behind He Yuzhu and whispered, "Do you know what those three are doing in their meeting?"

He Yuzhu had a guess in his mind and now wanted to verify it: "What are they trying to do? Could it be that they want to restore the three old men's management?"

Xu Damao said, "Pretty much. Liu Haizhong saw that other courtyards were putting up things, so he wanted to follow suit."

He Yuzhu thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

"Let them put it up. What are they doing sitting there?"

Xu Damao said, "I bet they're just waiting for everyone to contribute money."

He Yuzhu thought about it for a moment and felt that Xu Damao was right.

Originally, Sha Zhu caused trouble and drove several people away, so the suggestion to put up posters was never brought up.

This time, since no one caused any trouble, the three of them will definitely be brought up.

Just as they guessed, before He Yuzhu could even put his things down, Liu Guangtian was sent over.

With nothing else to do, He Yuzhu decided to go and take a look.

Perhaps the three old men were removed from their positions.

This time, the three of them didn't set up a venue, but instead chose the front yard.

The people in the courtyard gathered around, waiting to see what the three of them would say.

Liu Haizhong was the first to speak, bringing up what was happening outside.

This time there was no fluff, and the message was very brief.

Next up is Yi Zhonghai.

"Everyone heard that, right? The three of us old men discussed it and decided that our courtyard can't fall behind."

We must be proactive in this matter.

Only by responding proactively can the neighborhood committee recognize our contributions and allocate housing to the residents of our compound.

It’s the same recipe.

By using shared concerns about their own interests, they bind everyone together.

The people in the courtyard were like pigs; as soon as Yi Zhonghai said that, they immediately agreed.

Seeing that no one objected, Yi Zhonghai smiled with satisfaction.

Then Yan Bugui spoke: "Since everyone agrees, let's discuss the matter of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones."

These all need to be purchased with money.

As soon as they heard that money was involved, no one said anything.

Getting them to follow along and shout is fine, but getting them to actually spend money is difficult.

The three old men waited for a while, but no one came forward.

Qin Huai's eyes sparkled as if they were fully charged.

Yi Zhonghai saw this and his whole body went numb. He stood up: "You were just saying you agreed, why are you all silent now?"

No one responded to him.

Everyone knows that whoever asks for money will be forced to pay.

He Yuzhu sensed something was wrong. Just putting up a few slogans, how much money could that possibly cost?

These three old guys are making quite a show of force.

Yi Zhonghai's gaze lingered on He Yuzhu for a few seconds.

"As an old man, I'll take the lead and contribute ten yuan."

Not to be outdone, Liu Haizhong also pulled out ten yuan: "I'm your second uncle, I'll also contribute ten yuan."

Under pressure from Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui stood up with a heavy heart.

"Everyone knows my family's situation. I'm not as good as my eldest uncle or second eldest uncle."

Everyone assumed that his statement meant he wouldn't spend too much money.

To everyone's surprise, Yan Bugui unexpectedly pulled out five yuan.

Everyone looked like they'd seen a ghost. Yan Bugui had never been so generous before.

This startled the people in the courtyard.

Xu Damao also sensed something was wrong: "I feel like there's a conspiracy."

He Yuzhu whispered, "Shut up. If you don't want those three to find something out of you, you'd better behave yourself."

While the two were talking quietly, most of the people in the courtyard contributed money.

There were pieces of this for one yuan, and pieces of that for two yuan; a whole bunch of them were piled up on the table.

Of those who didn't donate money, only He Yuzhu and a few others remained.

Liu Haizhong said to He Yuzhu, "You are a leader of the steel rolling mill, shouldn't you take the lead?"

Yi Zhonghai also turned his attention to He Yuzhu: "Zhuzi, I don't want you to hold the people in the hospital back."

Yan Bugui didn't let He Yuzhu off the hook either: "Zhuzi, your family's conditions are the best in our courtyard."

I think you need to contribute more.

He Yuzhu knew he couldn't avoid it, so he stepped forward and said, "This is a good thing. Of course I won't refuse."

But I'd like to ask, what are your plans?

How many posters are needed in the courtyard, and where should they be posted?

These things should be shared with everyone.

Xu Damao chimed in, "That's right, you should tell us where to put it."

Others who were forced to pay also asked questions.

Left with no other choice, the three of them could only suggest a few places on the spot.

He Yuzhu didn't say where they shouldn't be pasted, but simply asked, "Yan Bugui, come here, calculate for everyone how much it will cost to paste these places."

If it's not enough, I'll make up the difference.

Yan Bugui had no answer.

How much money could a few slogans cost?

He couldn't even use the five dollars he took out.

The people in the courtyard came to their senses and looked at Yi Zhonghai and his two companions with questioning eyes.

Yi Zhonghai knew things were going badly, so he immediately stepped forward to try and salvage the situation: "It's not like we're only doing this once."

If it rains or the wind damages the banner, we'll have to put it back up.

He Yuzhu, are you even going to object to this?

Faced with Yi Zhonghai's questioning, He Yuzhu calmly replied, "Yi Zhonghai, don't be anxious."

I definitely support putting up slogans.

Let me clarify upfront that I'm contributing twenty yuan to support the posting of slogans in our courtyard.

Upon hearing He Yuzhu's words, Qin Huairu's eyes lit up, her pupils shining like searchlights.

A smile appeared on Yi Zhonghai's lips, tinged with a hint of relief.

The others also looked at He Yuzhu with curiosity.

It should be noted that He Yuzhu never participated in the donations organized by Yi Zhonghai.

Even Xu Damao looked at He Yuzhu with confusion.

Yan Bugui said, "Take out the money. Xu Damao, how much will you donate?"

He Yuzhu said, "Don't rush. I haven't finished yet. This money definitely can't be spent all at once."

I have a suggestion: I will be responsible for keeping the money safe, Yan Bugui will be responsible for bookkeeping, and Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai will lead everyone to supervise the process.

I'll take out the money whenever I need it, as long as it's reasonable.

Everyone knows I don't get along with Yi Zhonghai and his cronies. They would never let me embezzle this money.

Xu Damao didn't understand, but he still supported He Yuzhu: "You're right. I support He Yuzhu."

Wu Tiezhu, Li Zhenjiang, and Miao Jianye all echoed their support.

Those in the courtyard who were quick-witted also joined in the support.

Yi Zhonghai said with dissatisfaction, "Support what? The money is with us three old men, how could it possibly get lost? If it does get lost, we'll take care of making up for it."

He Yuzhu said, "It's fine to keep the money with you, but the accounting and spending are not your responsibility."

“No.” Qin Huairu stepped forward: “Zhu Zi, why bother with all this trouble?”

"That old man and his family are highly respected in our courtyard..."

He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh: "Qin Huairu, be serious, we're in a meeting, can you stop joking around?"

I'm telling you this: I don't believe those three. Writing slogans only costs a few bucks; look at how many there are on the table, that's enough to write as many slogans as you could. (End of Chapter)