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When Zhang Xiaojian knocked down the hurried girl at the gate of Jingyang Community, he raised his hands, and a full 100,000 yuan of pink banknotes were flying all over the sky, raining money.

Many people have seen this scene, and their pupils began to dilate at almost the same time.

The girl was smashed and sat on the ground, and then her sight was occupied by the floating banknotes.

She only knew that she just wanted to bypass the old grandmother who was walking too slowly in front of her. Who knew she had run into someone, and looking at the scene in front of her, she seemed to be holding all money in her hand, a lot of money.

Zhang Xiaojian was not knocked down, but he deliberately tilted his leg and fell to the ground in a posture that didn't hurt much.

Then he used the fastest speed and the widest angle to quickly observe the surrounding conditions.

Around at least 70 or 80 people stopped, and even the auntie Saw Street, who was three to four hundred meters away, looked towards this side.

Not bad.

But why no one came up to pick it up?

Is the quality of people so high now?

Zhang Xiaojian waited for a while, until the 100,000 bills landed completely, and when someone was eager to try, he decided to add fire.

A belated "Ouch.""

Then came the very contrived "I'm dizzy."

Zhang Xiaojian lay on the ground with all directions, and closed his eyes when he was extremely bachelor spirit.

When the first person picks up the bill, the second person will follow.

The uncle, the aunt, the young man, and the eldest daughter were faster than one at this time, and an old man even threw a walking stick, and the mighty one occupied the most advantageous position.

Ye Mozhu, the girl who was knocked down, was stupid. She had only time to gather the money in front of her, and saw that the pink banknotes that had fallen on the ground were picked up in a very short time.

"You can't go, the money is not yours!"

Not knowing the courage that came, she shouted.

At this moment, someone shamelessly replied: "Isn't this also because I am afraid of being blown away by the wind? We are all helping."

"Yes, yes, help."

The most stinking shame is the young man who said these words. He was in his twenties and had a small flat head. He was the closest to Ye Mozhu before. With the right time and place, he picked up the most. While talking, he retreated. After turning around, Sa Yazi started to run.

If there is one run, there will be a second run, and then the birds and beasts scattered.

It only took a few minutes, and the people who watched the excitement from a distance had just gathered. The dirt here has been divided, and all of them have disappeared.

Some older people have really bad legs and feet. While speeding up their pace, their heads are sweaty at the same time. The picture looks a bit funny.

In the end, only a pair of father and daughter remained around. The daughter was in her 30s standing behind the wheelchair. There was an old man sitting in the wheelchair with an angry expression. He said: "No quality, these people are really not quality. It is so difficult to collect gold. Do you? Girl, here is the money."

As he said, the old man stretched out his wrinkled hand and handed over a banknote—just one.

Ye Mozhu accepted it accommodatingly. I don't know if this old man is a good person in his heart, or he just picked up one, plus it is not convenient to run around in a wheelchair and pick up money here.

She glanced at Zhang Xiaojian, who she didn't know she was pretending to be dead, thinking that she didn't know what the money was for. In case there was something urgent, he couldn't cry to death after he woke up?

As a good citizen of Dahuaxia in the 21st century, Ye Mozhu has been implementing the mode of thinking of calling the police whenever something happens.

So she took out the phone and called the police first.

As soon as he heard the police, Zhang Xiaojian was anxious. The good task should have been completed. It would be no fun to involve the police uncle in.

He opened his eyes to stop, who knew that the middle-aged woman happened to see him while pushing the wheelchair.

The old man in the wheelchair seemed to have trouble with his legs, but he grabbed Zhang Xiaojian’s shoulders quite vigorously.

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

Ye Mozhu's whispering speed is called fast, and she has already said the whole thing through a very simple description.

He also added: "It's at the gate of Jingyang Community."

It was too late, Zhang Xiaojian, who had accepted his fate, sat up with his heavy schoolbag on his back.

Ye Mozhu put down the phone, saw him sitting up, and said concerned: "Are you okay?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "I have something."

It's right to think about it, so much money is scattered on the ground, and it's robbed of effort in such a moment, how can you be all right as a party.

Ye Mozhu thought that he had bumped into him, and guilt surged in his heart: "I'm sorry, I went too fast."

At this point, the little girl's eyes blushed, and she seemed to feel that she was about to cry after a major event.

Zhang Xiaojian’s focus is not on money. The girl in front of him has already reported to the police. He has no choice but to wait for the police uncle to arrive. He is not anxious at all. He can only look at the girl who is about to cry, but he suddenly finds this girl. Looks good.

Big eyes, small round face, white skin, rosy, even lips, nearly one meter tall, wearing denim overalls and a pair of braids.

There is no trace of impurities in her red eyes, black and white are distinct, and the tip of the small and tall nose is a little red now. Isn't this youthful appearance a template for a school?

These thoughts flashed past.

Zhang Xiaojian immediately scolded himself in his heart, you beast, people are crying for you in a hurry, are you still here to admire the beautiful appearance?

However, how come a girl with such a beautiful appearance suddenly appeared in this community?

Bah, Zhang Xiaojian, you are really cheap.

After a simple heartbeat, Zhang Xiaojian finally said: "Don't cry, it's okay, it's okay."

Ye Mozhu thought that he was just comforting himself well, and the crystal clear tears fell.

Zhang Xiaojian quickly touched his pocket. He wanted to take a piece of paper out, but his pocket was empty, he had paper?Only money.

In desperation, he came to Ye Mozhu, so he couldn't tell the strange scene appeared.

The actual benefit of this incident, Zhang Xiaojian, the victim began to comfort Ye Mozhu, who had only sat on a big butt because the incident was unscathed.

And the comfort time is a bit long.

It's the same sentence over and over again: "Don't you cry, I'm fine, it's fine."

This person who didn't know thought it was a couple quarreling.

Because the more comforted Zhang Xiaojian, the more Ye Mozhu cried.

After crying until the police uncle finally arrived, the elder brother of the film police in uniform asked with great momentum: "Who called the police?"

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The development of the next thing was somewhat magical, completely beyond Zhang Xiaojian's expectations.

Originally, he did not intend to ask for the money, but the uncle of the police, who was full of justice, resolutely disagreed, and directly raised a table at the property and placed it at the gate of the community.

The old man in the wheelchair and his daughter are also very lively masters, and they also help the police uncle to make suggestions.

Not to mention, the old man was quite trendy, came up with a brilliant strategy, and immediately shouted, "WeChat group!"

Ten minutes later, with Jingyang community as the center, the owners and group owners of a dozen nearby communities sent a message.

"Today, a young man at the gate of Jingyang Community was accidentally hit, and 100,000 yuan was scattered and robbed. The community is under surveillance. The police have fully intervened. Please follow the social principle of collecting money and return the original amount of money collected. The police have set up an office at the gate of the community. Don’t take any chances. The police warn you that if you don’t return it by yourself at 4 pm, you will be treated as a robbery. After 4 pm, the police will use surveillance information to screen you to find people."

Of course, this message was not compiled by the uncle of the police. The old man said triumphantly after compiling: "How about it, let me be a scholar."

The policeman named Jiang Min was timid: "Okay, this..."

The old man waved his hand: "The police must know how to be flexible in handling things. It is an old saying that honest officials are difficult to break in housework. The parents of the flat-headed people are short in the house, and entanglement is sometimes the most troublesome. You kid learn."

Hearing this, the old man should know Jiang Min, and he is afraid that he should still be a retired cadre, from an agency background.

Don't say, the old man really has a hand. As soon as this WeChat group swipes the screen, within ten minutes, someone will come to pay back.

What was even more unexpected was that one pass ten, ten pass a hundred, within an hour, the so-called office with only one broken table recovered more than 80,000.

Zhang Xiaojian watched from behind, screaming pain in his heart. He finally escaped, so why did he come back?

Ye Mozhu stopped the tears and took the place of the woman. He stood behind the wheelchair and pinched the old man's back, while squeezing his back, saying, "Grandpa, you are really good, so you can do it."

The old man was very proud and happy. Her daughter, the middle-aged woman, sighed, "This time you are enjoying yourself."

No one knows how bitter Zhang Xiaojian's heart is at this time.

Jiang Min saw that the money was almost the same, so he handed it to Zhang Xiaojian first: "You have to pay attention next time, don't you carry the bag? Why do you still have so much money in your hand."

Zhang Xiaojian thought to himself, the bag was also full of money, and he almost couldn't fit it.

When his fingers touched the lost banknotes, his head suddenly turned.

Jiang Min is still warning: "It's still more than ten thousand short, and it is estimated that it will be recovered in a while. Say it again and pay attention later."

Zhang Xiaojian's inspirational ideas were all completed at this time. Instead of receiving the money with his hands, he held Jiang Min's hands holding the money instead, using awkward acting skills, and said emotionally: "Uncle policeman, I am very moved."

"I'm really touched."

When this sentence was finished, Jiang Min, Ye Mozhu, and the old man and woman were all stunned. What did this mean?

Zhang Xiaojian raised his own voice: "Now that we are degrading our harmonious society everywhere on the Internet, saying that we dare not help the elderly, human nature is indifferent and alienated, and selfishness. I think it is all false."

He paused and raised his other hand. He swept over the people who had just paid off the money and were standing around watching the excitement. He exasperatedly said: "Look, who said that our people are of low quality? Noble common people, why not worry about being strong in a country like this people, why not worry about not being rich!"

With his other hand completely let go, Zhang Xiaojian stepped onto the broken table in the office: "I have decided. The 80,000-odd people will be evenly distributed according to the people who just came to pay back the money."

The audience was in an uproar, all wondering if Zhang Xiaojian was ill.

However, Zhang Xiaojian's emotional speech has not yet ended. He raised his finger and pointed at the fastest kid who ran before: "This is a trivial reward for you for picking up gold. This is a reward for humanity."

The kid blushed and wanted to get into a crack in the ground.