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Yi Zhonghai and his group felt extremely self-important. Yi Zhonghai, in particular, seemed to have found a powerful backer.

According to his logic, elders are always right, and being old gives them an inherent advantage.

As long as the neighborhood committee is willing to act in the people's best interests, it will definitely meet his demands.

On the way back, Yi Zhonghai displayed an inexplicable confidence.

His confidence left Qin Huairu and Yan Bugui completely dumbfounded.

"Zhonghai, do you think the neighborhood committee can help us?"

Yi Zhonghai said confidently, "Of course they will help us. The neighborhood committee also said that there is a policy from above that allows those who get rich first to help those who get rich later."

"Since Sha Zhu got rich first, he should help those of us who are still getting rich. Old Yan, don't you think so?"

Yan Bugui lowered his head and pondered for a moment, feeling somewhat unsure of himself.

He reads newspapers frequently and knows more about policies than Yi Zhonghai does.

The newspapers never mentioned when the campaign to let some people get rich first to help others get rich would be launched.

Moreover, the leaders of the subdistrict office did not explicitly agree to their demands at the time.

"Old Yi, this... I think we should wait for the leaders of the subdistrict office to issue a notice before we talk about it."

If I make a mistake, it will be difficult to explain.

Yi Zhonghai frowned, revealing his displeasure: "What do you mean by 'mistakenly'?"

The policy states that those who get rich first should help those who are still poor; this is a national regulation.

We're following national regulations; what could be wrong with that?

Upon seeing Yi Zhonghai lose his temper, Yan Bugui's inherent intellectual flaws surfaced.

He didn't dare to go against Yi Zhonghai, so he echoed Yi Zhonghai's words.

As a result, Yi Zhonghai became even more convinced that he was right. This led him further and further down the wrong path.

Back in the courtyard house, Yi Zhonghai looked at the houses of the wealthy families with a strange smile on his face.

That look was exactly the same as the look in his eyes when he was raiding the rich back then.

No one in the entire courtyard was frightened by Yi Zhonghai's appearance; the whole courtyard was quiet.

The only one who dared to come closer was Liu Haizhong.

"Old Yi, Old Yan, where have you been?"

A hint of smugness flashed in Yi Zhonghai's eyes: "We went to the neighborhood office."

Liu Haizhong looked at the group of people with a puzzled expression: "Why are you all going to the neighborhood office?"

Yi Zhonghai was in a good mood at the moment, and even got a mischievous urge to tease Liu Haizhong.

"A few years ago there was a policy that said those who made money should help those who didn't. Did you know that?"

Liu Haizhong looked puzzled, clearly unaware of the matter.

He wasn't very educated, didn't like reading newspapers, and had never heard of such a policy. Even if he had, he would have forgotten about it.

Yi Zhonghai turned around and shouted, "Old Yan, explain this to Old Liu."

Yi Zhonghai originally wanted to explain it to Liu Haizhong in person, but he found that he himself couldn't understand the ins and outs of the sentence.

There was nothing he could do but give the opportunity to show off to Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui didn't mince words and clearly explained the origin of the phrase.

In particular, he emphasized who said those words.

To deal with an idiot like Liu Haizhong, nothing else will work.

In Liu Haizhong's case, what is said is not important; what is important is the identity of the speaker.

Sure enough, Liu Haizhong's eyes showed fear when he heard the person's identity.

Liu Haizhong doesn't understand any profound principles, let alone the true meaning of this sentence.

He interpreted the policy literally as meaning that the wealthy should give money to the poor.

Compared to Yi Zhonghai and the others, he was the richest person.

This is to get him to take out the money and share it with others.

"You two aren't playing a trick on me, are you?"

The two men said in unison, "What do you take us for? When have we ever lied to you?"

The comrades from the neighborhood office told us that it would be handled quickly.

Faced with the combined efforts of the two, Liu Haizhong's already limited intelligence was completely wiped out.

He immediately believed the two men, thinking that the neighborhood committee would come to divide his property in a few days.

"Aren't you two trying to ruin me? I worked so hard to earn this money, why should you give it to me?" This remark greatly displeased Yi Zhonghai and his companion.

What do you mean by "why should they get it?"

According to them, the right thing to do is to share the money with them.

Money is a dangerous thing; you can't hold onto it.

"Old Liu, how can you say that? We're doing this to save you, to stop you from going against the government."

Think about it, how many people who go against the government end up well?

Back in the day, Li Huaide was incredibly powerful; the steel rolling mill was practically his backyard.

He does whatever he wants.

Finally?

He slunk away from Beijing and didn't even dare to come back.

"If it weren't for the fact that the three of us have a long-standing relationship, we wouldn't have risked saving you."

The two of them continued to deceive Liu Haizhong, almost making him crippled.

At the last moment, Liu Haizhong's greed saved him. He would never share his own money with others.

When Liu Haizhong came to his senses and looked at Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui again, he suddenly felt that the two of them were like debt collectors.

The two men were baring their fangs, ready to demand payment from him.

A sudden inspiration struck Liu Haizhong, and he suddenly seemed to understand the two people's intentions.

These two people are clearly envious of others getting rich and want to use this kind of method to force everyone to give them money.

The knowledge Liu Haizhong had gained as a former leader of a workers' picket team came in handy.

Who are your enemies, and who are your friends?

Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui, who wanted a share of his estate, were clearly not his friends.

Xu Damao and a few others who were also wealthy were his friends.

"Pah! You want a share of my money? Dream on. I'll never let you get away with this."

Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui did not take Liu Haizhong's words seriously.

They have enough confidence to style their bangs however they like.

"Wow, that's impressive! You can even use idioms now."

Liu Haizhong snorted and turned to go home. He was only holding on because he was stubborn.

Now we're just waiting for Xu Damao to come back so we can ask him for advice.

Seeing Liu Haizhong's terrified expression made Yi Zhonghai even happier.

Judging from the frightened look on Liu Haizhong's face, he was certain that this method would not go wrong.

Now they're just waiting for the neighborhood committee to come and help them distribute He Yuzhu's money.

With this money, he won't have to work so hard anymore and can enjoy a happy retirement.

If Qin Huai had money, he wouldn't have to worry about Bang Geng anymore, and could wholeheartedly take care of him in his old age.

However, this money cannot be divided among individuals; it must be concentrated in his hands.

With this money in his hands, he can have the confidence to control the courtyard house and enjoy his retirement in peace.

As for He Yuzhu, after the money was divided, he was no longer needed.

It would be best to go out and make more money, and then share the money with them.

Qin Huairu looked somewhat worried: "What if the neighborhood committee lets Sha Zhu lead others to prosperity?"
What I mean is, those leaders in the neighborhood committee must have poor relatives at home too.

They will definitely prioritize taking care of their own relatives.

Worry immediately appeared on the faces of Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui.

People are selfish, and leaders are no exception.

When Yi Zhonghai thought about how He Yuzhu had given away his money to others, leaving him, an old man, without a single penny, his eyes turned red with envy.

"I won't agree. Sha Zhu is one of our neighbors, so he should definitely take care of our neighbors."

If they dare to abuse their power, I will report them to the municipal government.

"Old Yan, you're coming with me."

Yan Bugui was already a money-grubber, and now he is even more blinded by huge profits.

He nodded slowly, indicating that he would go. (End of Chapter)