Chapter 233 How much is too much?

"Then let's do this. Since He Yushui wants to separate from me, from now on we will go our separate ways and have nothing to do with each other."

Silly Zhu said angrily.

"If you get upset at your in-laws' house in the future, don't come and cry to me. I'll just pretend that I don't have a sister like you."

"Don't worry, I won't look for you."

He Yushui has already understood.

Her brother has been confused by Qin Huairu, and no matter what she says, it will be useless. Instead, it will deepen the conflict and they might even become enemies in the future.

Rather than cutting the meat with a blunt knife and boiling the frog in warm water, it is better to cut it cleanly as soon as possible.

He Yushui said: "Since we are going to split up, let's talk things out face to face."

She pointed to the He family's house and said:

"Our father left us these two rooms. Shouldn't I have one?"

He Yushui snorted:

"Okay, the room you live in is yours again, okay?"

"As for the money the old man sent you, I will return it to you without a cent less, don't worry about that."

Seeing that they were both silent, Yan Bugui announced:

"Okay, that's it."

"That's it for today, everyone go back and rest early."

Things went more smoothly than he had imagined.

With just a few simple words, the He brothers and sisters made everything clear, and they were separated from each other from then on.

However, just as he finished speaking, a voice rang out from the crowd.

"No, Old Yan, why is it over?"

"We haven't even talked about our family matter yet!"

I saw Jia Zhang stood up and said anxiously.

Yan Bugui slapped his forehead.

By the way, Jia Zhang told him this morning that she wanted to hold a funeral for Jia Dongxu.

However, Yan Bugui did not completely forget it, he just was not willing to tell everyone about it at the meeting.

After all, Jia Dongxu was shot for committing a crime. They held a grand funeral in the yard. It would be fine if no one said anything. If someone said something, it would be a trouble.

But now that Jia Zhang brought it up, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell everyone.

"That's what happened."

"The Jia family held a funeral a few days ago, and everyone helped a lot. So, sister-in-law of the Jia family wants to treat everyone to a meal as a way of thanking everyone."

After he said this, everyone understood.

This is to encourage everyone to contribute.

Yan Bugui did not hide anything and said directly:

"As for the gift money, it's up to you."

"Whether it's a lot or a little, it's a token of my appreciation."

After he said this, the yard immediately fell into silence.

No one in the yard responded.

Yan Bugui was also a little embarrassed.

Logically speaking, as the person in charge, he should take the lead in expressing his views.

But with his personality, he is very careful with every penny he spends, so it really hurts to ask him to pay for it on his own initiative.

He was struggling fiercely in his heart and was about to grit his teeth and pay the gift money even if it meant bleeding, when Yi Zhonghai suddenly stood up.

"Old Yan, help me keep the accounts first."

"I'll take ten dollars."

As he spoke, Yi Zhonghai walked to the eight-immortals table, took out ten yuan from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Wow"

Originally, the people in the yard were still waiting and watching, but now Yi Zhonghai took the lead in giving gifts, and he started by giving ten yuan.

When the people in the yard heard this, they all felt a little pain.

Jiang Bo snorted coldly.

This old guy is starting to set the pace again.

Beside him, Ye Xiaoyun asked softly:

"How much do we take?"

Jiang Bo shook his head:

"Not even a cent!"

"Jia Dongxu is a death row inmate. Should we give him a gift? We can't make this mistake."

Ye Xiaoyun thought about it, and it was true!

It's weird that the investigating police officers give gifts to the death row prisoners.

Jiang Bo is right, we cannot follow this etiquette.

As soon as Yi Zhonghai walked down, no one in the yard spoke again.

"Old Yan, how much do you want?"

Yan Bugui didn't expect that Jia Zhang would actually ask about him on his own initiative.

For a moment, everyone in the yard looked at him, waiting to see how much he would pay.

Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment, but still took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket.

"I...I'll take two dollars."

"My salary is low, and I really have the will but not the means."

Jia Zhang's expression changed immediately.

Originally, seeing that Yi Zhonghai offered ten yuan, it was a good start, and Jia Zhang was very happy.

If this trend continues, a lot of share money can be collected.

But unexpectedly, Yan Bugui offered two pieces as soon as he opened his mouth.

He is the manager of the yard. After he set this precedent, people in the yard followed suit and no one paid extra money.

Jia Zhang was angry and said it directly in front of everyone:

"Old Yan, you are too stingy."

"You are still the manager of the yard. Old Yi has already offered ten dollars, and you only offer this little."

"Such a big thing happened in our family, how come you don't have any sympathy at all."

Yan Bugui was feeling bad for the two dollars he had just taken out.

Who would have thought that Jia Zhang was still not satisfied.

You know, these two dollars were saved by him from his own teeth.

He didn't treat Jia Zhang well either:

"How much is too much?"

"My family is also in financial difficulty. We have so many people and we don't have enough food to eat every day."

"I would like to pay more, but the conditions are not enough. The salary of primary school teachers is so low, and it can't be compared with Lao Yi and others."

Jia Zhang snorted coldly:

"Besides wages?"

"Don't think I don't know. Last time Jiang Bo's family changed their furniture, you were the one who resold the old furniture. You must have taken advantage of them, right?"

"No matter what, as a manager, your two dollars is too little."

"Give me some more!"

Yan Bugui was completely speechless.

Ye Xiaoyun was watching from below and was also dumbfounded.

She had never seen anyone like Jia Zhang. When others gave her a contribution, she thought it was too little and kept asking them to add more.

Especially in her opinion, two dollars is not a small amount.

In the courtyard where the Ye family lived, whenever there was a wedding or funeral, people would just give a dollar or two as a contribution. If a family was well-off or had strong connections, five dollars would be enough.

As Yan Bugui said, how much is too much?

However, since Jia Zhang had brought up this, Yan Bugui felt a little embarrassed.

But he had no choice, his pockets were cleaner than his face now.

At this time, Yang Ruihua came up, took out five one-cent bills and put them on the table.

"That's all we have, so add another fifty cents."

"We don't have any more."

Jia Zhang had no choice but to give up.

At this time, Sha Zhu snorted and said:

"No, Mr. Yan, you are really too stingy."

"I can't stand it anymore."

"After all, you are the manager of our yard. Just two dollars and a half? I am embarrassed to say that to you!"

"you!"

Yan Bugui was a little angry.

What does this idiot Zhu have to do with himself? Why is he making a fuss here?