Chapter 1, purely by accident

Yang Decheng swallowed and raised his voice, saying: "I am from the community, please hand over your ID card, low-income guarantee certificate, and low-income subsidy booklet, so that I can process the paperwork and distribute the funds to you. Otherwise, this money may not reach your hands."

What? Old Xu's eyes turned red in an instant: "You swindled my money, you deceived me out of my money, you heartless scoundrel! What I deserve, why shouldn't you give it to me?"

After a long time, the girl in the room said decisively: "I... I have never seen you, I do not know who you are, and I cannot give you anything"

Where are the others, I asked him

"Not good, Old Xu is going to go crazy." Yang Decheng woke up, turned around, and ran. However, upon hearing that Old Sun was going to take his money, he saw Old Sun grab an unknown dynasty's clean bottle and charge at him like a mad tiger, ... fiercely smashing it down towards the back of Yang Decheng's head ...

A sound of "crash" came from inside, and it was unclear what had fallen to the ground, after which there was no further sound. Yang Decheng leaned his ear against the door and listened carefully before continuing to knock.

Regarding this job, he feels quite helpless, but what else can he do? After graduating from a third-rate university, this is the only job he could find. In the quiet of the night, he often sits on his bed, enjoying sleeping naked, and gazes at his own small member, contemplating the spirit it embodies: it can be long or short, thick or thin, straight or curved, soft or hard. Learning from it, what do the current setbacks amount to? Thus, he finds peace within himself. Moreover, having grown up in an orphanage, he considers this job as a way to give back to society.

Director Niu... he... he hit me like this, we must... we must hold him accountable...

Because ... ... Yang Decheng vaguely remembered that he seemed to have already said it, but now he felt dizzy and could not recall it for a moment, so he repeated it once again.

Thus comforting himself, Yang Decheng, with one eye bruised, appeared once again at the doorstep of Old Xu's house. Old Xu, named Xu Haisheng, was said to have been quite the dandy in his younger days, a prominent figure on the street of cultural relics and antiques. However, he was later deceived by someone with a counterfeit item, losing a significant amount of money, which led to his mental breakdown, rendering him an intermittent psychiatric patient.

Here it is, in this room

With a crash, the bottle shattered, and Yang Decheng fell headlong to the ground

"Wait, wait," Yang Decheng said with a broad smile as he pushed the door open, chuckling, "Hehe, I am not here to collect electricity fees; I am... a comrade from the community, here to assist you with the distribution of subsistence allowance relief funds."

Old Xu's home is almost uninhabitable, filled with a myriad of antiques and cultural relics from ancient times, spanning from the pre-Qin period to the late Qing and Republican eras. However, judging by Old Xu's shabby appearance, it is likely that what remains are all fakes. When it comes to receiving relief funds, Old Xu is very welcoming. However, when Yang Decheng asks him for his ID card, low-income guarantee, and the bankbook that only has a balance of one cent left, Old Wu immediately reacts as if he has encountered a notorious con artist, becoming very angry and wanting to drive him out. When it comes to receiving relief funds, Old Xu is very welcoming. However, when Yang Decheng asks him for his ID card, low-income guarantee, and the bankbook that only has a balance of one cent left, Old Wu immediately reacts as if he has encountered a notorious con artist, becoming very angry and wanting to drive him out

Comrade Yang, what do you think..." the elder brother asked with concern

I... Yang Decheng experienced a moment of distraction before recalling the purpose of his visit: "Oh, I came to collect your ID card, low-income guarantee, and low-income savings book, in order to process the disbursement of the low-income subsidy for you. Please cooperate; most people have already received their payments, and only a few households, including yours, have not submitted all the required documents. Without these procedures, how can the funds be disbursed?"

Yang Decheng let out a long sigh, and a wisp of a vengeful spirit vanished into the air.

This household's surname is Wu, and it is inhabited by two bachelors. The elder brother is named Wu You, and the younger brother is named Wu Lv. The elder brother and the *illustrated* books are pedaled by a tricycle, while it is the younger brother who needs to apply for social assistance, as it is said that he has some mental issues.

Yang Decheng wiped his sweat and said to himself with relief: "My goodness, I finally gathered all the documents for this household. Huh? What about the low-income certificate and the savings book? Damn it, I forgot to take them..."

Wu Lüya, the community comrades need you to take a photo and apply for a temporary identity card

That won't work; the ID card is the only valid legal document for the transfer. If the document is lost, you can apply for a replacement. Alternatively, you could first obtain a temporary one.

The door that had been tightly shut was opened by Wu You, who rubbed his hands together and said: "Ah, today it's fortunate that it's you, Comrade Yang. Last time, it was a little girl from the community. I told her I wouldn't open the door, but she insisted that I do so. In the end, she got so scared that she screamed and ran away, and even twisted her ankle..."

Yang Decheng began yet another round of persuasive education, but the "sculpture" that had fallen into deep thought gazed out at a white poplar tree, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, serene like the Buddha, yet it never turned back to look at him again

Yang Decheng endured the anger and helplessly said: "It's still the same, then you just open the door and see if I won't become one? You refuse to open the door when I ask you to, do you think I can still deceive you? The only thing I can deceive you of is your money; is there anyone who actively comes to your door to deliver money? I am truly a community worker, our community..."

Old Xu sneered: "Is the community really that impressive? The person who deceived me out of my money back then even claimed to be from the State Council."

You say, you say, to become comrades, I am listening.

"You..." Yang Decheng said sternly: "Let me tell you, Old Xu, today you must submit it, whether you want to or not. If you submit it, I will give you the minimum living allowance; if you don't submit the documents, you won't get a single cent. Do you understand? Not a single cent will be given to you!"

Why didn't you send me www.hetushucom.com?

I said, "Old Xu, if you don't give me the documents, how can I process your application? Hey, you are even pushing me. I am from the community, don't you recognize me?"

Yang Decheng finally managed to open the door. His brother, holding a cheap cigarette and shirtless, opened the door. Upon hearing it was about the distribution of subsistence allowances, he hurriedly rummaged through the drawers to find the subsistence allowance certificate and the bankbook. Then, with a face full of forced smiles, he said: "Comrade, my ID card was cut up by my younger brother, and I really don't have it. Do you think these two items will suffice?"

After a long while, a timid girl's voice came from inside: "There is no one at home"

Ding ding ding ... ... , Yang Decheng climbed to the seventh floor, breathlessly knocking on the door

I... I haven't had the chance to reason it out yet, it's really frustrating...

A knock on the door easily opened it, revealing a thin old man who appeared at the entrance, eyeing Yang Decheng with a very suspicious gaze. Standing outside was a young man of medium height, clean and fair-skinned, carrying a black leather bag and wearing black-framed glasses

Yang Decheng spoke incessantly for a while, then there was a moment of silence. After that, Jin Dou Dou timidly asked again: "Are you really from the community?"

"Bang bang bang," the flustered Yang Decheng began to knock on the door again

I am truly part of the community

At the solemn memorial service, Director Niu, with tears in his eyes, choked up while addressing the staff of the office, community members, and city reporters: "Comrade Yang Decheng was an orphan, raised by the Party and the people. After starting work, Comrade Decheng was kind to others, diligent in his duties, always putting in hard work before enjoying the benefits, and he was conscientious and dedicated, never complaining. He was recognized as an outstanding employee by our office. He... at the end of his life, repeatedly urged me to ensure that the distribution of 'minimum living allowance' was carried out in a calm and orderly manner, achieving satisfaction among the masses, the government, and society. He... at the end of his life, repeatedly urged me to ensure that the distribution of 'minimum living allowance' was carried out in a calm and orderly manner, achieving satisfaction among the masses, the government, and society. He was a good comrade who was strict with himself but lenient towards others, and his great character is worth our serious study. Comrade Yang Decheng's life was a brilliant life, a life of struggle..." Comrade Yang Decheng's life was a brilliant life, a life of struggle...

You see, without your documents, how can we go to the finance department and say that whoever is supposed to receive the subsistence allowance should just get it? Who would believe such a claim, right? Therefore, in any matter, there must be a set of regulations. Rest assured, once I have the documents, I will leave and come back to deliver the money to you. If you are still worried, why not find the documents and pass them to me through the door crack?

However, ... you see my brother's situation, he is unwilling to go, there is no way around it

Old Xu coldly said: "I just paid my electricity bill, I do not owe anything!"

... ... ''

Director Niu, with a troubled expression, said: "Comrade Decheng, he... he is insane, he wouldn't even pay for killing someone. This matter is quite difficult to handle..."

Most people have already sent it, so why haven't you sent it to me

He is a person who does not care at all

In this way... Yang Decheng, at a loss, took out a point-and-shoot camera from his black bag: "You find a way to lure him down; otherwise, with the backlight now, I'm afraid the picture won't come out clear. Lure him down, and I'll take a photo of him, then the community can issue a certificate for him to apply for a temporary ID card."

I... I have never seen you, I do not know who you are, and I cannot give you anything

After an unknown amount of time had passed, a voice finally came from inside: "Who are you?"

"Distributing relief funds?" Old Xu's eyes lit up: "Come in."

After a long day of effort, Yang Decheng returned empty-handed and continued to climb the next building with a sense of dissatisfaction

The door opened, revealing a man sitting on the windowsill. A gentle breeze blew in, causing his long hair to flutter alongside the curtains, creating a remarkably ethereal scene. He had a long beard, and beneath his thick eyebrows, a pair of deep, contemplative eyes gazed out the window, never once turning back. His legs were bent, with his elbows resting on his thighs and his chin supported by his hand, reminiscent of Rodin's sculpture "The Thinker".

Yang Decheng carefully examined the list in his hand, checked the house number, and raised his voice, saying: "Comrade Jin Doudou, do not be afraid, come out, I am not a bad person, I am sent by the community to handle some necessary procedures for your family's 'minimum living allowance' application"

There is truly no way around it. The financial aid allocated for low-income households this year has already been disbursed. However, to receive the low-income assistance funds, beneficiaries must submit their low-income certificates, identification cards, and bankbooks that show only a few cents in balance, in order to process the approval procedures and fund disbursement. Most families that meet the low-income criteria have already received their funds, while the remaining ones that are uncooperative tend to have various issues. For instance, the girl living in this household is a severe autism patient.

The thinker slowly turned his head, cast a faint glance at Yang Decheng, and said softly: "I will not go!"

Thank you, Comrade Yang, thank you, Comrade Yang

When the community director rushed over with people upon hearing the news, he managed to control Old Xu and picked up the bloodied Yang Decheng. In a weak state, Yang Decheng moved his pale lips and murmured a sentence. Director Niu quickly leaned down to listen carefully. Yang Decheng trembled slightly, gathered his strength, and made an effort to articulate clearly: "Director Niu..."

With a snap, as the flash went off, the image of the "Thinker" in all its nakedness, with its claws bared, was captured by the camera. Then, Yang Decheng took off running, and just as the door closed behind him, a slipper flew out from inside, whizzing past over his head.

There was no sound from inside the room, and Yang Decheng had no choice but to muster all his strength to continue knocking on the door, eventually nearly smashing it down

You are looking for me, what is the matter