Siheyuan: I have a multi-dimensional chat group!

Yi Zhonghai readily agreed.

Qin Huairu agreed: "Okay, Director Wang, I will educate Banggeng properly!"

Director Wang turned to Jia Zhangshi and said, "Jia Zhangshi, come with me to the neighborhood committee! You can come back to the courtyard when you've completely given up painkillers."

Jia Zhangshi nodded: "Director Wang, I understand! Could you help me untie the rope? I'm afraid that if I walk on the street, people from other courtyards will recognize me, and that won't look good."

Director Wang beckoned to two officers, who quickly stepped forward and untied the ropes binding Jia Zhangshi.

Xiao Shan stepped forward and put away his rope, thinking it might come in handy later!

After instructing two staff members to take Jia Zhangshi to the subdistrict office first, Director Wang looked at Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui and said, "Old Liu, Old Yan, I hope you can coordinate the affairs in the courtyard and maintain harmony. Not just superficial harmony, but genuine harmony!"

Liu Haizhong quickly patted his chest and assured Director Wang that he could rest assured.

Yan Bugui chimed in from the side.

Director Wang then said to Yi Zhonghai, "Old Yi, you need to reflect on your actions and strive to return to your position as soon as possible to shine!"

After saying that, Director Wang left the courtyard.

As soon as Director Wang left, Liu Haizhong said to the people in the courtyard, "Everyone, don't leave yet, let's have a short meeting!"

He then said to Liu Guangtian beside him, "Guangtian, see who hasn't arrived yet, and go call them. Let's finish the meeting early so everyone can go back and cook dinner!"

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Seeing Liu Guangtian go to call the others in the yard, Xiao Shan also took the rope and went home.

By the time Xiao Shan returned to the central courtyard with the stool, almost everyone had arrived.

This time, only two tables were set up in the middle of the courtyard.

Looking at the crowd in the courtyard, Liu Haizhong said smugly, "Old Yi was dismissed from his position as a senior official by Director Wang because he made a mistake!"

As he spoke, Liu Haizhong looked at Yi Zhonghai, who was sitting in the crowd: "Old Yi, I have to criticize you this time. Jia Zhangshi clearly hadn't given up painkillers, but you were fooled by her. Isn't that a bit suspicious of covering it up?"

"Of course, since Director Wang didn't pursue the matter, we won't either. You'd better stay home and reflect on your actions!"

Upon hearing Liu Haizhong's words, Yi Zhonghai's face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed fly droppings.

Even Director Wang didn't speak this harshly. This old Liu really thinks he's something!

Originally, Yi Zhonghai wasn't planning on continuing to act like a big shot, but seeing the current situation, he realized he had no choice but to go back to being one.

Otherwise, who knows how Old Liu will embarrass himself in the future!

So Yi Zhonghai stood up and said to Liu Haizhong, "Old Liu, I'm not feeling well, I'll head back first!"

After saying that, Yi Zhonghai took the stool and went home.

Watching Yi Zhonghai's retreating figure, Liu Haizhong said with some displeasure, "Old Yi, you can't do this! If you make a mistake, you should correct it and actively accept criticism. What kind of behavior is this?"

Unfortunately, Yi Zhonghai completely ignored Liu Haizhong.

Seeing this, Liu Haizhong could only change the subject: "Now that there's no Grandpa Yi in the courtyard, everyone comes to me and Grandpa San if they need anything. Old Yan, why don't you say a few words?"

Yan Bugui, a shrewd man, said: "Old Liu, we mainly need you. I'm just here to help out! You know I don't have any other requests. Just come to me when everyone is writing couplets for the New Year."

Liu Haizhong was very satisfied with Yan Bugui's speech.

Now that the eldest uncle has left and the third uncle is no longer in charge, the second uncle will be the one to call the shots in the courtyard from now on.

In that case, it doesn't matter whether I'm a big shot or not!

Liu Haizhong's lips curled into a wild smile: "Fine, if Old Yan doesn't want to talk, then forget it. Does anyone else have something to say? If not, let's adjourn the meeting!"

Seeing that no one stood up to speak, Liu Haizhong decisively announced the adjournment of the meeting.

When Xiao Shan got home, he didn't feel like cooking dinner, so he directly tagged Liu Maoxing in the chat group.

Group owner Xiao Shan: "@Liu Maoxing, Little Boss, are you free now?"

Liu Maoxing: "Yes, group admin, is there anything I can help you with?"

Group admin Xiao Shan: "I want to try your cooking!"

Liu Maoxing: "No problem, I'll go cook for you right now!"

Liu Maoxing: "@All members, if you need a meal, I'll cook it for you!"

After Liu Maoxing tagged the group members, Ying Zheng, Yue Buqun, Huang Rong, and Ren Weiyong quickly expressed their desire to try Liu Maoxing's cooking.

Liu Maoxing: "Okay, everyone, please wait a moment!"

Mr. Zombie World, Renjia Town, Mortuary.

Ren Weiyong sat in the courtyard, waiting for Liu Maoxing's dishes while watching Qiusheng and Wencai make flower cards.

Today is Lan Kwai Fong's farewell concert, and Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, as her fans, are preparing a big gift for her.

Wencai used an iron to flatten the banknotes one by one, and then handed them to Qiusheng.

Qiu Sheng then placed the banknotes in a large red heart-shaped paper plate, forming the character "芳" (Fang).

Looking at the fruits of their labor that afternoon, and the money they had earned over the past six months, Wencai asked Qiusheng, "Senior brother, do you think Lan Guifang will be moved by our sincerity when she sees our floral tribute?"

"I must be incredibly moved!" Qiu Sheng placed his hands on the flower cards. "These are all colorful banknotes!"

Wencai ironed the last banknote and handed it to Qiusheng: "This is the last one!"

Qiu Sheng, still staring intently at the cards, held up two fingers and took the banknote Wen Cai handed him: "That's enough, this one's mine!"

After saying that, Qiu Sheng folded the banknotes and put them in his pocket.

Qiu Sheng picked up the huge floral plaque and held it to his side, then asked Ren Weiyong, who was sunbathing, "Mr. Ren, what do you think?"

"Yes, not bad!" Ren Weiyong nodded.

Just then, Uncle Nine came out of the house with a flower card that was much smaller than Qiu Sheng's and the others'.

Uncle Nine looked at the flower cards in his hand with admiration.

Whose floral arrangement is so exquisite?

At the same time, I admire my own magnanimity.

This cost nearly a hundred copper coins. Who would be so generous to me?

Upon seeing Uncle Nine emerge, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai immediately hid their flower cards behind their backs.

At the same time, they all said to Uncle Nine, "Master."

Uncle Nine nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving his masterpiece: "Qiu Sheng, give me the seal!"

Qiu Sheng handed the flower plaque behind him to Wen Cai, and then went to get Uncle Jiu's seal.

After Uncle Nine finished admiring his work, he shoved his masterpiece in front of Wen Cai and asked, "Wen Cai, is Master's flower arrangement card perfect?"

As he spoke, Uncle Nine's face still held a hint of pride, waiting to hear Wen Cai's surprised praise.

Wencai, however, said to Uncle Jiu, "Master, do you mind if I tell you the truth?"

"Go ahead and say it!" Uncle Nine was already eager to hear his praise.

Wencai glanced disdainfully at the small flower cards in Uncle Jiu's hand, and was about to speak when Qiusheng ran out and handed the seal to Uncle Jiu: "Master, this is perfect! Your flower cards are absolutely perfect!"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's praise, Uncle Jiu nodded in satisfaction.

Then he looked at Ren Weiyong beside him and asked, "Mr. Ren, what do you think of my flower cards?"

Looking at Uncle Jiu's smug face, Ren Weiyong laughed and said, "Feng Jiao, I don't think your flower cards are very good! Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's flower cards are much better!"

"Huh?" Uncle Nine looked at Ren Weiyong in disbelief.

Seeing that things were not going well, Qiu Sheng reached out and pulled Wen Cai, signaling him to grab the flower cards and run away quickly.

If their master takes a liking to them, they'll lose their flower cards!

Unfortunately, they were still a little too slow.

Uncle Nine immediately called out to them, "Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, you two stop right there!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai stopped reluctantly.

"Mr. Ren said your flower cards are really good. Why don't you show them to Master?" Uncle Jiu looked at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai with a face full of curiosity.

Qiu Sheng tried to argue: "Master, Mr. Ren is just joking! Our flower cards are nowhere near as good as yours! Yours are definitely the best!"

"Yes, what you said makes sense!" Uncle Nine nodded slightly.

However, at this moment, Wencai couldn't hold back any longer!

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Wencai was just about to say that Uncle Jiu's flower cards were far inferior to theirs, but Qiusheng interrupted him.

Now, even when he sees his master, he wants to compete with them to see whose flower arrangement is better. Everyone is a fan of Sister Fang, so how could Wencai possibly admit defeat?

Wencai then looked at Uncle Jiu with a smug expression and said, "Master, Mr. Ren is right. Your flower cards are not good at all. Ours are the good ones!"

As he spoke, Wencai placed their enormous floral plaque on the table in the courtyard.

Faced with such a terrible teammate, Qiu Sheng really wanted to strangle him!

Qiu Sheng rushed over and stood in front of Uncle Jiu to prevent his master from seeing their flower cards.

Uncle Nine shoved Qiu Sheng aside and carefully examined the large floral plaque on the table.

Uncle Nine glanced at the small flower cards in his hand, then turned his face away, instantly turning into a dark expression: "These two brats, trying to outdo me?"

Turning back, Uncle Nine looked at Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai and said, "Tomorrow is the fourteenth of the seventh lunar month, so you must fold the paper money properly before you can go to see the play!"

As he spoke, Uncle Jiu pointed to the bamboo basket in the yard.

"Ah? We have to weave a whole basket?" Qiu Sheng cried out in pain. "Master, even if we finish stacking these, we won't be able to get them until tomorrow!"

Uncle Nine looked at Qiu Sheng with a benevolent expression: "Are you going to fold it or not?"

"Fold it, I'll fold it!" Qiu Sheng immediately gave in.

Uncle Nine then took the seal in his left hand and his flower card in his right.

The flower cards were placed on top of Qiu Sheng and the others' large flower cards.

Then Uncle Nine forcefully stamped his seal, while simultaneously moving his flower card slightly away with his right hand.

Seeing Uncle Nine's seal heading straight for their flower card, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Master, have mercy!"

Unfortunately, how could they possibly outpace Uncle Nine's hand speed, which had been stagnant for decades?

Uncle Nine's seal landed firmly on their large floral plaque.

"It's over, all my savings are gone!" Wencai's gloomy face instantly turned into a crying face.

Qiu Sheng, on the other hand, could not believe what he was seeing, and his mouth remained agape for a long time.

Uncle Nine's lips curled into a wide smile: "I'm so sorry, I accidentally made a mistake!"

"However, they're all for Sister Fang, so it doesn't matter if they're big or small!"

"I don't care anyway! I guess I'm just unlucky!"

After saying that, Uncle Nine placed the small flower card and seal in his hand into Qiu Sheng's hand, who was still standing there in a daze.

Then Uncle Nine, carrying the huge floral plaque, skipped and hopped out the door, exclaiming, "It's so beautiful!"

Once outside the courtyard, he exclaimed, "Perfect timing!"

Coming to his senses, Qiu Sheng looked helplessly at the small flower cards and seal in his hand, then looked at Ren Weiyong, the onlooker, with a wronged expression and said, "Mr. Ren, you've really put us in a terrible situation!"

"How can you blame me?" Ren Weiyong said gloatingly. "Even if I didn't say it, Wencai would have been unable to resist saying it!"

Qiu Sheng slapped Wen Cai on the back of the head with a sigh: "It's all your fault! Why are you so smug? Don't you know your master?"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Wen Cai scratched the back of his head and remained silent.

"You two should think about how to fold the gold ingots quickly! Otherwise, your Sister Fang's concert will be over!" Ren Weiyong reminded Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who were standing in front of the table.

The two of them suddenly realized what was happening and found some paper and a bamboo basket, preparing to fold paper ingots.

But after folding it a few times, Qiusheng realized that this wouldn't work.

At this rate, they definitely won't make it to the concert.