That night, Yang Ziyan couldn't sleep.

If this is true, it is incredible.

"Brother, if it is really you, I will definitely avenge you."

The ninth brother of Longmen was assassinated.

This time, he was not only doing it for himself, but also for his twin brother.

…

A few days flew by.

On this day, the ancestor worship ceremony was completed and the family arrived in the county town.

Since it was almost noon, I decided to find a restaurant here to fill my stomach.

In addition, tomorrow is a day to visit relatives and friends, and some relatives of the Yang family will come to visit.

So, I have to take this opportunity to buy some good things and prepare them today.

"Liu Xiuyun, we have distinguished guests coming to visit us tomorrow. You must buy something high-end so as not to embarrass us."

Yang Hui's mother looked at Liu Xiuyun and gave orders in a commanding tone.

"Your guests are your business. If you want to buy them, buy them yourself. This matter has nothing to do with us. Otherwise, you will eat whatever you want."

"In addition, you'd better be polite to my mother. She is not your servant, and our family is not your family. You have no right to point fingers here. If you are not satisfied, just get out of here."

Yang Ziyan said coldly and pulled Liu Xiuyun towards the grocery store next to him.

Yang Hui’s mother: “…”

She was so angry that she really had no good solution. After all, she had already notified others to come to Yang Zhining's house tomorrow.

"Hmph, why are you so loud? I won't come if you beg me next year."

"Poor, you'll be like this for the rest of your life."

Yang Hui's mother raised her mouth in displeasure.

Huang Xiaoyun came over and took Yang Hui's mother's arm, "Auntie, don't lower our class by being like this poor loser."

"Hmph, you're right."

A group of people had eaten and were about to go back, when Yang Hui's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, what...a thank-you meeting! Oh, okay...ok, I'll be there right away..."

"Um, this afternoon, the county government held a fund-raising and thank-you meeting. Call me and ask me to come and participate. How about we go and have a look?"

After hanging up the phone, Yang Hui said to the big guy.

It happened that the place where they ate was right next to the county government office, so a group of people came to the site of the fund-raising meeting.

"A donation thank you meeting?"

Speaking of this, everyone remembered that it should be a fund-raising and appreciation meeting for the earthquake.

"I called you specifically? Why didn't you notify me? I also donated."

The second uncle said doubtfully.

Yang Hui frowned, "How much did you donate?"

"Not much, only fifty."

Yang Hui had a look of disdain on his face. Why do you expect someone to call you when you are fifty? What kind of thing do you think you are?

Yang Hui chuckled, "Do you know how much I donated?"

"How many?"

Everyone asked subconsciously.

Yang Hui stretched out a finger.

"one hundred?"

"Third aunt, what are you talking about? With my status, how can I donate only one hundred, instead of one thousand?"

Yang Hui's face was filled with pride.

"A thousand!"

"No wonder I called you specifically."

"Tsk, tsk, I'm not as rich as you. Donating fifty is my part of the world." The second uncle curled his lips and looked a little embarrassed.

"If you have money, donate more. If you don't have money, donate less. What's so strange about this."

Yang Hui's mother said something proudly, implying that her family was very rich.

The faces of the second uncle and the others became a little ugly. Being looked down upon like this made them feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that her parents were a little embarrassed, Huang Xiaoyun said disdainfully: "Fifty dollars is just what I want. It's better than some poor people who spend nothing but money."

"After all, this is my hometown. I can't bear to give up even 50 yuan. It's really embarrassing."

Huang Xiaoyun didn't say who it was, but everyone could tell who she was talking about.

It’s nothing more than Yang Ziyan’s family.

Yang Zhining quietly pulled Yang Ziyan and asked softly: "I didn't even notice this, have you donated it?"

The county government's publicity was not adequate, so Yang Zhining and others did not know about it at all.

"Donated."

Yang Ziyan came to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hui's ears were quite sharp, so he immediately came over and asked in a loud voice: "Donated, how much did you donate? Tell me and listen."

When a group of people heard that Yang Ziyan had also donated, they immediately became interested.

"Zi Yan, I didn't expect you to donate too. Is it more than fifty yuan?"

Especially the second uncle.

He didn't donate much to begin with, so he was slapped in the face by Yang Hui and wanted to take this opportunity to regain some face.

In short, the least one is not enough.

Yang Ziyan chuckled, his heart filled with contempt, "Does it matter how much you donate?"

It doesn't matter how much you donate, what matters is whether you have the intention.

If you have money, donate more; if you don't have money, donate less. If you are really poor, it is good to pray for the people in the disaster area.

This is nothing to compare with, but in the eyes of Yang Hui and the second uncle, it is regarded as a kind of capital to show off.

"Just asking." A snickering look appeared on the second uncle's face.

Hearing this tone, he might be embarrassed to say it out loud.

Yang Hui pressed forward, "Yang Ziyan, everyone is just curious. If you tell me, you will die."

Huang Xiaoyun added to her jealousy, "Haha, brother Yang Hui, I think it's too little. I'm embarrassed to say it. How much do you expect him to donate?"

"Is it possible?"

Huang Xiaoyun had a sneer on her face.

"That's right, not everyone is as promising and caring as our Yang Hui."

Sun Ya walked to Yang Ziyan, smiled at him, and comforted him: "Brother Ziyan, don't pay attention to them. Donating more or less is all for the same purpose."

She also thought that Yang Ziyan had donated too little, so she was embarrassed to say it.

The third aunt came out to smooth things over, "Aren't you still collecting donations now? You can go and donate some more, and we can stop by and donate some more."

Donate more, and everyone will have face for each other. In this way, no one will be able to say that someone did not donate or donated less.

As he said that, he pushed everyone towards the donation box.

Liu Xiuyun secretly took out two hundred yuan from her bag and stuffed it into Yang Ziyan's hand.

"Go quickly and donate more."

She believed that Yang Ziyan must have donated, and donating more would be considered a good deed to accumulate merit, so as to avoid this group of people asking questions one by one.

Yang Ziyan put the money back into Liu Xiuyun's hand.

"Mom, no need. Although my donation is not much, it is not a lot."

"Only one million!"

Yang Ziyan said softly.

Liu Xiuyun wanted to comfort him, but suddenly he reacted and was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face.

In front, everyone who wanted to listen turned around and looked around. Yang Hui sarcastically said: "One hundred, ten yuan is not even close..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly paused.

Immediately, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if they were turned to stone.

Not only him, but everyone else also had frozen expressions, as if they had seen a ghost.

What the hell?

One million?
Chapter completed!