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Yi Zhonghai approached Wan Ping'an, which greatly displeased her.
She had long ago warned Yi Zhonghai not to provoke Wan Ping'an easily and to know how to be patient.
Once we catch Wan Ping'an in a weakness, we can strike decisively and win. Why can't he keep his composure?
The person most annoyed was not Yi Zhonghai.
It was Jia Zhangshi.
The amount of money donated is decreasing.
When it reached He Daqing and Xu Fugui, it became a dime.
When they arrived at Wan Ping'an's place, they didn't have a single penny left; they wouldn't give up even a penny.
If everyone were like him, would anyone still donate money to the Jia family?
"Wan Ping'an, you are a heartless little beast."
"Our Jia family is in such a sorry state, only orphans and widows are left, and you have no sympathy at all? Are you even human?"
"Old Jia, when you come back tonight, take that little beast surnamed Wan with you!"
Jia Zhangshi pointed at Wan Ping'an's nose and cursed loudly.
Snapped!
Wan Ping'an rushed to Jia Zhangshi in two steps and slapped her hard across the face.
Jia Dongxu immediately objected.
He had just stood up when Wan Ping'an slapped him to the ground.
The mother and son lay neatly on the ground.
"Wan Ping'an, how could you hit someone?"
"Aren't you going to apologize right now?"
"Since you're still young, we won't pursue the matter further, but you'll be fined fifty yuan for medical expenses."
Yi Zhonghai seized his opportunity.
Wan Ping'an initiated the beating, and it was quite severe. Jia Zhangshi's mouth was bleeding, and Jia Dongxu's left cheek was swollen.
"roll!"
"Yi Zhonghai, are you deaf?"
“Jia Zhangshi is practicing feudal superstition. Tell Old Jia to come up here and take me away. Didn’t you hear me?”
“Mrs. Jia, I have money. I could have five hundred dollars, let alone fifty. Do you dare to take it?”
“As long as you dare to ask, I dare to give it to you. After I give it to you, I will report you for engaging in feudal superstition and for having an old man who is deliberately favoring you.”
"Come on, tell me, do you want it or not?"
Wan Ping'an sneered, staring at Jia Zhangshi.
Jia Zhangshi shuddered.
Yi Zhonghai's face also turned pale.
In the early days of the new society, the crackdown on feudal superstition was very strong.
In front of so many people, Jia Zhangshi called out to Old Jia and summoned the spirit of the dead. If she were reported, she would at least be sentenced to labor reform.
During the day, they did the dirtiest and most tiring work, and at night they slept in cowsheds that were drafty and leaky, with flies and mosquitoes everywhere. It was simply not a place for humans to live!
"me..."
Jia Zhangshi was conflicted.
Five hundred yuan?
Which is more important: living in a cowshed for labor reform?
"Jia Zhangshi, why aren't you getting up yet?"
"You were in the wrong first, so let's call it even and no one should pursue this further."
Yi Zhonghai was the most anxious person.
He is an agent for an elderly man, and there is a six-month probationary period.
Jia Zhangshi was involved in feudal superstitions, and he didn't stop her, even leaving Wan Ping'an penniless. If this were investigated, the neighborhood committee would definitely find him guilty!
The agent's investigation failed!
"I..."
Jia Zhangshi was very unwilling.
"Zhang girl, how long are you going to keep this up?"
"Aren't you getting up yet?"
The deaf old lady spoke up.
Jia Zhangshi quickly got up.
Jia Dongxu also got up, one side of his face was swollen!
"Everyone..."
Yi Zhonghai needs to continue.
"Don't continue, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Wan Ping'an interrupted Yi Zhonghai.
"Ping An, Jia Zhangshi scolded you, and you hit her back. Can't you two call it even?"
Yi Zhonghai became anxious.
"Okay, I didn't say no."
“I’m talking about your business, not his (Li’s) business.”
"To prevent some people from using donations as a pretext to amass wealth, the authorities have strict regulations on donations, and donations must be registered with the street office in advance."
"Has your donation been registered with the neighborhood office?"
Wan Ping'an looked at Yi Zhonghai with a smile.
He was certain that Yi Zhonghai had not registered with the subdistrict office.
"If it's not registered, it's suspected of illegally amassing wealth. Guess how serious that crime is?"
How many years will he/she serve in prison?
Wan Pingan added another sentence.
He will face imprisonment!
Yi Zhonghai was completely stunned.
He had heard that donations needed to be registered and approved by the neighborhood office, but he assumed no one in the compound knew about it, so he came without registering.
"this..."
Yi Zhonghai broke out in a cold sweat.
"Your face is pale with fright. Did you not register this?"
“Three old men organized a donation, and you committed a crime as a group. The crime is more serious than if you committed it alone. Guess how many years you will be sentenced to?”
Wan Ping'an pressed closer and closer.
We must destroy Yi Zhonghai's spirit and will.
"Filing?"
“Wan Ping’an, the donation was organized by Yi Zhonghai, it has nothing to do with me. I thought he had filed a report.”
Liu Haizhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Their voices were trembling.
"It's none of my business."
"Donations are organized; he just informed me that a donation meeting was to be held."
"The money I donated wasn't mine; it was given to me by Yi Zhonghai. He gave me three yuan, told me to donate two yuan, and keep the remaining yuan for myself!"
"I don't want it anymore, okay?"
Yan Fugui took out a dollar and threw it on the table.
He was also afraid.
"Damn it, Yi Zhonghai, not only did you not register it, but you also made a fake donation. Aren't you deceiving us?"
He Daqing swore.
He smiled very happily.
Wan Ping'an is really awesome!