Chapter 600: Liu Haizhong draws public anger
"But now it's only one catty and one ounce, a full six catties and nine ounces short!"
Hearing this, Jia Zhang snorted coldly: "Don't think I don't know that you and Chen Jun are in collusion and deliberately deceive our Jia family!"
"Dongxu's 10-plus kilograms of iron are already so much more than what we should have carried. You, Liu Haizhong, are still holding on to us. Do you want to drive our family to death?"
What?
Liu Haizhong's face suddenly turned gloomy.
It was clearly Jia Zhang who took the initiative to cause trouble for Chen Jun a few days ago, and then voluntarily set the goal of the Jia family contributing eight kilograms and Jia Dongxu contributing ten kilograms.
Now that you can’t reach an agreement, you say you’ve been cheated?
It's really unreasonable.
But Jia Zhang had already let it go. Their family had even donated the pot, so what else did they want?
Anyway, Jia Dongxu has completed the task of taking out ten kilograms, so it doesn’t seem to matter whether their family can take out the eight kilograms?
It’s impossible that just because their family donated a few kilograms less, someone would go to the steel mill to report Jia Dongxu for not making any contributions, right?
Because Jia Zhang was sure of this, she was not panicked at all, and no matter what Liu Haizhong said, she remained unmoved.
Got it!
Seeing that Jia Zhang was going against him, Liu Haizhong took note of it in his heart. In order not to delay his visit to the street office today, he continued to call Tie to the people in the courtyard.
With Jia Zhang setting an example in the front, the families that donated iron later all failed to meet the standards.
Some weigh 3.4 jin, some weigh 5.7 jin, some weigh 4 jin, and some even weigh a little more than 1 jin.
Of course, everyone donated more than one pound and one ounce at the same time, so as not to be the last one in the courtyard. If Liu Haizhong thought that their donation was too little, he could just use Jia Zhang as a shield.
Sha Zhu was quite honest. He took out eight kilograms of iron, which was of very good quality.
Xu Damao, on the other hand, was a bit skimpy and only took out a little over four kilograms of iron.
In fact, he should be the one who collects the most convenient iron in the courtyard. Every time he goes to the countryside to show a movie, he can easily collect several kilograms. But who would complain about having too much iron these days?
Iron is equal to money. If he paid three pounds less, it would be enough for him to go to the alley twice.
"It's outrageous. With so many people in our hospital, only five completed the task!"
Liu Haizhong was very angry about the result. He had originally planned to go to the street office to ask for credit from Director Wang after collecting the iron. But now, after collecting so much iron, he dared not go to the street office.
Too bad.
"Don't make excuses. You must make up for the debt before the end of get off work tomorrow. If anyone holds the hospital back, I will hand the list to the neighborhood office!"
There was no other way, Liu Haizhong could only use the street office to put pressure on people.
When everyone in the courtyard heard Liu Haizhong being so serious, they all became anxious.
Fortunately, you are the manager of the hospital, why do you do things that make things difficult for your own people?
There are so many families in need in the courtyard. Instead of going to the street office to get some benefits for everyone, your uncle went to the street office to report them?
This is really unreasonable!
"Second uncle, what you did is a bit unfair. Other courtyards have six catties, why do we have to donate eight catties? You should know the situation of our family. This four catties and two ounces of iron is already the limit for our family. You can't donate the iron pots we use for cooking at home, right?"
"I'll go to your house for dinner then?"
"Yes, it's not easy to collect this little bit of iron. If I sell it, I can get several dollars!"
"We really can't afford any more iron at home."
"That's right. Your salary is quite high, but we can't. These ten kilograms of iron have drained all our savings. It's even a problem what we're going to eat tomorrow." Jia Dongxu also shouted a few times in a sarcastic tone.
No one knows how much suffering he has endured, how much money he has spent, and how much humiliation he has suffered during these days.
Even his clothes were snatched away three times, and each time they didn't even leave him with his underwear, forcing him to run home naked. Now people in the hospital are saying that he is mentally ill.
Fortunately, he is married and has children now, otherwise it would be difficult for him to find a wife.
Many residents also spoke up, accusing Liu Haizhong of abusing his power and raising the standards without reason.
More people complained that Liu Haizhong deliberately made trouble for the neighbors in the courtyard in order to please the street office, and that he was not worthy of being the second uncle.
If it's just one or two, it's okay. Liu Haizhong can easily suppress the matter.
But with so many people opposing him, he could hardly bear it.
The third uncle Yan Bugui, who was keeping accounts at the side, silently collected all the notebooks, his eyes on the nose and his nose on the heart, without any intention of speaking.
If he wasn't the manager of the hospital, he wouldn't have handed over so much iron today.
There were clearly two old men in the courtyard, but when Liu Haizhong asked for eight kilograms, he didn't even discuss it with him.
"Shut up, everyone, shut up!"
Helpless, Liu Haizhong could only knock on the table and said submissively: "I will go to the street office to apply for it later and see if I can pay less."
"When I understand you, I also hope you understand me. It's hard for me to be caught in the middle!"
Hey?
Everyone in the courtyard didn't expect that Liu Haizhong would really give in, and the stone in their hearts finally fell.
They are also worried that Liu Haizhong will hand the list of iron donors to the street office in a fit of anger. At the very least, he will be reprimanded by the street office, or at worst, he may be accused of being unwilling to contribute and hindering development.
"Guangqi, Guangtian, Guangfu, load these irons onto the cart and come with me to the subdistrict office to hand them in." Liu Haizhong waved to his three sons, then patted Yan Bugui, who was packing quails, and said with some complaint: "Old Yan, come with me to the subdistrict office?"
Yan Bugui waved his hand and said, "No, no, I have to go home and correct my homework. I'm very busy."
After saying that, he took the lead and left the backyard.
Seeing this, the others did not stay and went back to their homes to look for their mothers.
Liu Haizhong, who originally thought he would be criticized, was unexpectedly singled out for praise by the street office.
Although the iron donated from the courtyard was still a little short of the target number, Liu Haizhong submitted it the fastest.
Later, two more uncles in charge of two courtyards came one after another. The iron they handed in was not only of poor quality, but also of worse quantity, not even half of what Liu Hai handed in.
A few uncles in charge had a brief exchange and found that the situation in each hospital was similar. Everyone was enthusiastic about donating iron, but some seemed to be unable to do so.
The street office also went to the courtyard to understand the situation based on their situations and found that the original task number of six kilograms was not appropriate, so they took the initiative to reduce the task number by 50%.
As a result, the courtyard house No. 95 was transformed into the place with the most iron donations in the alley.
Liu Haizhong also unexpectedly received commendation from Director Wang.
The street also gave verbal praise to the few people who were most active in donating iron this time.