The next day, early morning.

Jiang Ping'an was washing up when he heard noise coming from the middle courtyard.

"What happened to Jia Dongxu?"

He quickly rinsed his mouth, wiped his face casually, and walked to the courtyard.

They met He Yuzhu running out with Jia Dongxu on his back.

Behind them were Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai, who were looking gloomy and spoke.

"What's going on?" Jiang Ping'an asked.

Yi Zhonghai sighed: "I have a high fever and I'm already in a coma."

"Please ask for a leave for me, and I'll follow you over to take a look."

"Okay, no problem." Jiang Pingan nodded.

At this time, He Yuzhu shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Master, I need to find someone to replace me halfway, otherwise I will fall down from exhaustion."

Liu Haizhong, who was following behind, said, "Why don't you send it by bicycle?"

"Are you stupid? Jia Dongxu is in a coma, and he doesn't know how to help him. Can he sit still?" He Yuzhu said angrily.

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"Even if someone is supporting you, the bicycle can't go fast, so it's better to carry it on your back!"

Liu Haizhong choked, turned to Liu Guangqi and said:

"Guang Qi, you can follow me, so you can step in for Silly Zhu on the way."

After the others left, Liu Haizhong suddenly reacted and said angrily:

"Silly Zhu is just stupid. Don't you know how to call a tricycle to transport you over on the street?"

Jiang Ping'an laughed loudly, went out with his bicycle, and said:

"Second uncle, it's not like you don't know his temper. Why are you angry with him?"

At this time, Xu Damao came out of the central courtyard and answered with a smile:

"If anyone has the same experience as Silly Zhu, there must be something wrong with his brain."

Liu Haizhong said angrily: "Xu Damao, don't look for trouble so early in the morning!"

The three of them came to the street and talked as they walked.

"Jiang Ping'an, the wine in that tavern is really good!" Xu Damao suddenly said.

Jiang Ping'an frowned and said, "Didn't you say you couldn't go?"

"Hey, I didn't want to go. I was dragged there by a propaganda officer from our department." Xu Damao said.

"But to be honest, the wine there is really authentic and the pickles are really delicious."

Jiang Pingan nodded and asked, "How is the business there now?"

"No, we went there after get off work yesterday, and we were the only two guests before we left." Xu Damao shook his head.

"Actually, it's normal. If you don't have enough to eat now, who is still in the mood for a casual drink?"

After work.

Jiang Ping'an sat behind his desk and remained in a daze.

I was thinking about Xu Damao talking about the tavern.

I wanted to go and take a look, but I was a little hesitant.

Just as he was thinking about something, Xu Damao pushed the door open and said loudly:

"Jia Dongxu is hospitalized. Liu Guangqi came back just now and said it was very serious."

"I plan to raise money in the courtyard to buy some nutritional supplements to express my condolences."

Jiang Ping'an smiled and said: "I have no money, and I still owe a lot of debt that I haven't paid back!"

"Uh... I forgot about you."

Xu Damao patted his forehead, sat down and said, handing over a cigarette.

Jiang Pingan took the cigarette and said with a smile:

"I did the math, based on my current salary."

"Even if you don't eat or drink, it will take you a year to pay off your debt."

"The problem is that I usually spend a lot of money on food. I estimate it will take two, three, four, five years..."

"Come on, stop talking, my scalp goes numb just listening to it." Xu Damao waved his hand.

Jiang Ping'an laughed, lit the cigarette, took a puff, and said:

"Master, I didn't handle this properly."

"Everyone in the courtyard is in trouble now, how can he ask everyone to donate?"

"That's right, everyone's life is difficult now. Isn't he just messing around?" Xu Damao agreed.

"You think, should I report him? Isn't this exploiting the working class?"

Jiang Ping'an rolled his eyes at him and said, "You're such a bad guy!"

"You came here to me just to drag me into trouble?"

"If I prevent you from reporting it, I will be standing on the opposite side of the masses."

"If you don't stop me, will you still be able to blame me?"

"What? Have you been too nice to you recently and become itchy again? How dare you plot against me!"

Xu Damao was startled and said quickly: "No, absolutely not!"

"I just said it casually, I didn't think much about it at all."

"But are you too smart? You can think so much with just one word from me."

Jiang Ping'an cut his throat and said, "What do you mean I'm fine? You're the one who's bad, right?"

"Xu Damao, no one else knows who you are, but I don't know either?"

"I haven't done anything harmful, right?" Xu Damao muttered.

"I think you misunderstood me. I'm really not as bad as you think."

I also added in my heart, I am far worse than you.

Jiang Ping'an sneered and said, "I'll just pretend I don't know about this."

"I don't know how to donate money. My savings are not as much as Jia Zhang's pension money!"

"But if others want to donate, I won't stop them."

"I can't cut off everyone's opportunity to unite the masses!"

"As for what you just said, I pretend I didn't hear it."

"It doesn't matter whether you are a great man or not, don't mention me! Do you hear me?"

"I heard that, I won't mention you anyway." Xu Damao nodded and bowed, smiling flatteringly.

"I'm too lazy to report it. It won't do me any good."

After a pause, he asked: "By the way, the wine and pickles in that tavern are really good..."

Seeing Jiang Ping'an looking at him expressionlessly, Xu Damao panicked and said:

"I'm asking you to thank you for helping me get so many supplies."

Jiang Ping'an's expression softened, he shook his head and said, "As long as you have the heart."

"I'm not going to drink any more. Don't you still have two bottles of Wuliangye at home? Send them to my house tonight."

"Ah? You have to send two bottles? Can you only send one?" Xu Damao said dumbfounded.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm reluctant to part with it, but that wine belongs to my father."

"Think about it, without one bottle I can still call myself myself."

"If both bottles are gone, why can't he beat me to death?"

Jiang Pingan said with a smile: "Tell Uncle Xu that you gave it to me, and he promises not to beat you."

"This..." Xu Damao's face was filled with confusion and hesitation.

Jiang Ping'an raised his eyebrows and glared: "What? You can't bear to let go?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to thank me? You couldn't bear to part with two bottles of wine?"

Xu Damao sighed, gritted his teeth and said, "Here, why don't you give it to you?"
To be continued...