Siheyuan: With the system in hand, the world is mine

Only after hearing Yi Zhonghai say this did Wang Haoran let go of his hand.

Yi Zhonghai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Haoran let go. He adjusted his mood, cleared his throat, and then said: "Next, let's discuss the donation. This donation is entirely voluntary. I'll take the lead and donate twenty yuan!" As he said that, he took out two big unity notes from his pocket and placed them solemnly on the table.

Yi Zhonghai's words made everyone present look at him in surprise. Twenty yuan is not a small amount of money, and it is a considerable expense for most people.

However, Yi Zhonghai took out the money without hesitation, obviously wanting to show his generosity in front of everyone. Then, he turned his gaze to Liu Haizhong, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

Liu Hai's heart sank. He knew what Yi Zhonghai meant. He hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and made a decision. He took out twenty yuan from his pocket and slowly put it on the table, side by side with Yi Zhonghai's banknotes.

Next, when it was Xu Damao's turn, the scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at him expectantly, waiting for his statement. However, after a long while, Xu Damao still did not respond.

Everyone was confused and turned their eyes to where Xu Damao was. They found that Xu Damao was gone and the chair where he had been sitting was empty.

Everyone began to look around, trying to find Xu Damao. Finally, they found Xu Damao and Wang Haoran in the corner. The two were sitting there, cigarettes in their mouths, chatting and laughing, and seemed to have completely forgotten about the donation.

"Xu Damao, what are you doing?" Yi Zhonghai shouted loudly, with obvious dissatisfaction in his voice.

Xu Damao raised his head, looked at Yi Zhonghai innocently, and replied: "Uncle, are you calling me? Stop it, can't you see I'm talking about work with Wang Haoran?" His tone was relaxed and there was a faint smile on his face.

"Fuck you, a projectionist and a purchasing clerk don't even work together, how can you talk about work? Tell me." Yi Zhonghai saw that Xu Damao didn't take him seriously at all, and he couldn't help but feel angry and questioned him angrily.

Facing Yi Zhonghai's rebuke, Xu Damao seemed very calm. He slowly said, "Uncle, you are wrong! Although our jobs are different, I need to go to the countryside frequently to show movies! I know which family has supplies to sell. When the time comes, I just need to tell Brother Haoran and let him buy them directly. In this way, Brother Haoran doesn't have to ask door to door."

Xu Damao's words were so logical that no one could refute them. Wang Haoran, who was standing by, was secretly surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect Xu Damao to be able to talk nonsense so seriously, and he didn't expect that these fallacies could actually make sense.

Wang Haoran couldn't help but look at Xu Damao with astonishment, and Xu Damao looked back at him proudly. That look seemed to say, how can such a small matter stump me?

Seeing this, Wang Haoran tried hard to restrain his inner smile, and tried not to let himself laugh out loud. But his body still trembled involuntarily, and it was obvious that it was very difficult to hold back his laughter.

Yi Zhonghai was troubled for a moment when he saw that Xu Damao's words were well-reasoned, but he still said stubbornly: "If you want to discuss work, you can find another time to discuss it. Now we are discussing the donation to Uncle Yan's family. As the third uncle, shouldn't you take the lead?"

"Oh...if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten it. Look at my poor memory." Xu Damao looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

Everyone's mouth twitched when they saw this. God damn it, how could you forget with so many people sitting here? And the old man spoke so loudly when he was donating, I guess everyone in the front yard could have heard it clearly, and you actually pretended not to hear it. Who are you trying to fool?

Yi Zhonghai thought his words had worked, and then asked curiously: "How much do you plan to donate?"

"Uncle, you also know that I spend a lot of money. I won't donate if I don't have money!" Xu Damao said pitifully.

"Hey! Xu Damao, you are a projectionist in the factory after all. Your monthly salary is 37 yuan, not including the subsidy for showing movies in the countryside. Do you have the nerve to cry poor to us?" Sha Zhu looked at him with contempt.

"That's right, Xu Damao, I have five people to support. I'm donating twenty dollars, how can you have the nerve to donate?" Liu Haizhong echoed.

"What do you know? Although I am rich, that is my hard-earned money. Why should I donate it? Besides, I am saving money for my marriage." Xu Damao retorted confidently.

When the others saw Xu Damao refused to donate, they also became agitated.

"As the third uncle, and we are all neighbors, do you still have a conscience? You should at least show some kindness." Yi Zhonghai felt that this scene was familiar, and he quickly said tactfully, fearing that Xu Damao would take the lead, in which case the donation would surely fail again.

"Okay! Since the uncle said so, then... I'll donate ten cents!" Seeing that he couldn't escape, Xu Damao put the ten cents on the table and said with a heartbroken look.

Yi Zhonghai's mouth twitched when he saw this, but he stopped forcing him. After all, he would lose face if he continued to make trouble in front of everyone, so he turned around and winked at Sha Zhu.

Sha Zhu understood immediately, straightened his chest, looked at Xu Damao with contempt and said, "I donated ten dollars, but I didn't want some people to be stingy. They are really not real men."

When Xu Damao heard this, he looked at Sha Zhu like he was an idiot, and then retorted: "Yes! Some people are generous to others, but it's different for their own family. They almost starved to death."

"Xu Damao, who are you talking about?" Sha Zhu became furious upon hearing this and stared at Xu Damao with wide eyes.

"I'll say whatever I want to say to anyone who talks to me. They have no self-awareness at all." Xu Damao took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly.

"Xu Damao, just wait. You can't always be with Wang Haoran." Sha Zhu looked at Xu Damao angrily. He was about to take action, but then he saw Wang Haoran who was eager to try, and he suppressed his inner anger in a disgrace.

"Okay, let's continue and carry forward the spirit of helping others." Yi Zhonghai said with a laugh.

Afterwards, although the others were reluctant, they also walked up to the table and put their 1 cent and 5 cent donations under Yi Zhonghai's gaze. As everyone's donations were completed, everyone's attention was focused on Wang Haoran.

Seeing this, Wang Haoran said in confusion: "No, why are you looking at me? The Jia family hasn't donated yet? Usually everyone donates to the Jia family. Today, it's the Jia family's turn to donate. After all, we should help each other."