But it’s only 1 yuan, so as long as you can eat enough, you don’t have to worry about it.

"Okay, I'll join on time at noon."

....

In recent years, with the rise of Wang Weidong in the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai's reputation has become more and more bad. The residents were originally unwilling to attend the banquets held by him, but Yan Bugui set up a table at the entrance of the courtyard. As long as someone passed by,

He went up to stop them.

In this case, in order not to hurt each other's face, the residents could only hold their noses and pay one dollar.

One yuan, two yuan... fifteen yuan... Yan Bugui counted the money, feeling happy in his heart.

However, when he thought that the money would have to be handed over to Yi Zhonghai later, his good mood suddenly disappeared.

Yan Bugui also wanted to keep some money quietly, but he knew that Yi Zhonghai was an old fox. Although he gave the power to him on the surface, he must have arranged for someone to keep an eye on him secretly.

Just waiting for him to make a mistake, and then take the opportunity to hack away the 50 cents reward.

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui could only put the money into a box made of newspaper.

Not far away, a aunt was hiding behind a big tree. When she saw Yan Bugui's actions, a look of disappointment appeared on her face.

Lao Yan, how can you be so self-conscious!

....

Near noon, Director Yang from the factory came with a group of factory leaders.

Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter and has a high status in the factory. In addition, everyone has never seen how to take in a son. After hearing about it, they all found it strange, so they came here to watch the fun.

Although Yan Bugui didn't know Director Yang, looking at his clothes and the attitude of the people around him, he felt that this man was extraordinary.

He quickly stood up, nodded and bowed, with a smile on his face: "Hello, leader."

"This is the courtyard, right? I am Lao Yang from the steel rolling mill, and I came here specially to attend Comrade Yi Zhonghai's banquet."

Director Yang looked Yan Bugui up and down, his eyes fell on the pile of coins, and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "Why, you still need to receive gift money?"

"Ah...this..."

Yan Bugui saw that Director Yang's expression was not right, so he quickly explained in a low voice: "You may not know, but the son that Uncle Yi took in this time has caused a lot of trouble recently. Regarding this banquet, Uncle Yi originally wanted to take some measures

It’s completely free, but his financial situation is a bit bad now, so..."

Factory Director Yang originally just asked casually, and he also knew something about Shazhu's situation, so he felt relieved immediately.

Xiaoxiao: "In that case, I'll do as the Romans do. By the way, how much is the gift?"

"1 yuan."

"Okay, this is my share, please put your name on the list."

"well..."

Seeing that Director Yang gave out the gift, the factory leaders behind him also took out the money from their pockets and handed it to Yan Bugui.

After a while, Yan Bugui received seven or eight yuan.

Rubbing the money, Yan Bugui raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Lao Yi, Lao Yi, you have to thank me this time. If it weren't for me, how could you have earned so much money."

Well, after the banquet is over, I have to ask Lao Yi for some more labor remuneration.

While Yan Bugui was making calculations, a strange and sinister sound came from the distance.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Silly Zhu would have the nerve to hold a banquet for such an embarrassing thing."

Without raising his head, Yan Bugui knew that Xu Damao was coming.

Except for him, no one in the courtyard deserved a beating so much.

Raising his head, Yan Bugui was about to blame Xu Damao, but he couldn't help but take a breath.

"Oh, Damao, what's wrong with your face? It seems a little swollen."

He sniffed and widened his eyes: "Good guy, the smell of alcohol is so strong, Damao, how much did you drink last night?"

"I drank... seventy, eighty or ninety bottles." Xu Damao raised his eyelids, thought for a moment, and waved his hand impatiently: "I can't remember!"

Last night, Xu Damao invited Secretary Huang to have dinner at the tavern. In order to show his respect, Xu Damao toasted Secretary Huang with one cup after another. After a while, he was knocked down. When he woke up again, it was already early morning.

Xu Damao was about to leave the tavern when he was stopped by the waiter who had just gone to work in the morning.

Last night, after Xu Damao got drunk, Secretary Huang actually ordered seven more bottles of Maotai.

No...maybe he drank those seven bottles of Maotai himself?

Xu Damao was already drunk at that time and really couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Xu Damao like this, Yan Bugui said, "Da Mao, don't blame me for talking too much. If you drink like this, you will get seriously ill sooner or later."
Chapter completed!