Chapter 1109 Meeting Wei Yidong
"Teacher Wei lives in Building 2 of the single-bedroom apartments," Mu Xuelian said, pointing to a red building not far away.
"Single-bedroom?" Chen Xuan couldn't help but frown. Given "God Wei's" reputation, why would he only live in a single-bedroom apartment?
Mu Xuelian seemed to sense Chen Xuan's doubt and immediately explained, "Mr. Chen, although our Teacher Wei is not a professor, his strength is considerable. The school has repeatedly offered to move Teacher Wei into a three-bedroom apartment, but Teacher Wei is a simple person. He feels he isn't married yet and should follow the rules. Living here is fine."
"It seems your Teacher Wei is a very principled teacher." As he spoke, Chen Xuan's mind conjured the scene from a photograph. There was "God Wei," holding steamed buns in one hand and a large bottle of mineral water tucked under his arm. In this materialistic world, such a sight was rare.
"Yes, yes! Our Teacher Wei is not only simple, but he also has no airs at all. It's extremely difficult to even find a teacher for guidance at the university, but Teacher Wei is never like that..." Mu Xuelian continued, seemingly with endless words to say. "Sometimes he even goes to the study rooms to guide us. When we ask him questions, he never hesitates."
"Furthermore, I heard that our Teacher Wei also donates a portion of his monthly salary to children in impoverished mountainous areas."
Chen Xuan quickly stopped Mu Xuelian. If she kept talking, it would never end. However, he felt he had a good understanding of Wei Yidong. After all, he would only truly know the person by meeting him, as appearances could be deceiving.
"Then let's go up." Led by Mu Xuelian, Chen Xuan took the elevator directly to room 601 on the sixth floor of Building 2 of the single-bedroom apartments.
At this very moment, in room 601 on the sixth floor of Building 2, a woman's shrill scream rang out: "I'm telling you, Wei Yidong, if you don't give me a hundred thousand yuan today, I'm not moving from here!"
A woman in her forties or fifties was sitting on the ground, her expression ferocious, patting the ground with her hands, acting like a shrew. In front of her stood a young man in his thirties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking refined and scholarly. He looked at the woman with a troubled expression, his face flushed red, stammering and unsure of what to say.
This young man was "God Wei," Wei Yidong. The woman was Wei Yidong's paternal cousin, Meng Yulan. They weren't close relatives, but because their families lived near each other in the countryside, they often interacted.
Meng Yulan felt justified in demanding money from Wei Yidong because Wei Yidong had borrowed money from her family when he was in university. Later, after Wei Yidong earned a scholarship during university, he had repaid the money to Meng Yulan's family and even bought a mountain bike for her child. The debt was settled. However, Meng Yulan recently saw Wei Yidong become famous and win a prize of several million yuan, making her feel she had lost out significantly back then. Coincidentally, she was worried about her son's betrothal gift, so she came to Wei Yidong for money to help her son get married.
The loud commotion had already attracted quite a few onlookers. Teachers and their families in the vicinity saw the scene and began to criticize, "Why does Teacher Wei always get such relatives!" "This is the third time this month!" "People nowadays are really getting greedier!" From their words, it was clear they had witnessed such scenes before. They strongly condemned such behavior, but since it was a private family matter, and teachers, despite educating people, were also very clear with accounts, they didn't want to get involved in any trouble.
Meng Yulan was thick-skinned and had prepared herself mentally before coming. Hearing the surrounding voices, she remained unfazed and said to Wei Yidong, "Wei Yidong, just tell me, are you going to give me the money or not?!"
Wei Yidong managed to say, "Auntie Yulan, I really don't have that much money."
"How is that possible? I saw on television that you won millions in prize money. How can you not even have a hundred thousand? Are you trying to fool me?" Meng Yulan was furious. At home, she had already calculated that with Wei Yidong's prize money of several million, a hundred thousand would be easy. Yet, this guy claimed he had no money, wasn't he just pretending to be poor? The huge disparity in her expectations naturally made her extremely dissatisfied.
"I really don't have money..." Wei Yidong was getting anxious. According to tax regulations, only prizes at the provincial level or higher were tax-exempt. His prize was not at that level, so a portion had to be paid as tax. Moreover, he had invested some of it in scientific research and donated some to poor children in remote areas. He had set aside some and mailed twenty thousand yuan home. He had also kept some money, but two distant relatives had visited him a couple of days ago, claiming someone in their family was ill, and he had unhesitatingly given them the money. This time, he truly didn't have a hundred thousand yuan.
"You gave money to Zhao Shuanzhu and Niu Yanling, so why won't you give it to me! Don't forget, I lent you money back then. Without that money, how could my son afford the betrothal gift?" Meng Yulan shouted indignantly. Zhao Shuanzhu and Niu Yanling were the very people who had come to Wei Yidong for money a few days ago.
"Their family members were sick, so I gave them the money."
"Pah! Sick, my foot! They are tricking you!" Hearing this, Wei Yidong was stunned, wondering if he had misheard. At the time, Zhao Shuanzhu had claimed his father had cancer and needed chemotherapy. Upon hearing this, Wei Yidong had unhesitatingly given him a hundred thousand yuan. The next day, Niu Yanling had arrived, saying her mother had suffered a cerebral thrombosis and was in the intensive care unit, costing thousands a day. Without money, she wouldn't be able to receive treatment. Nothing was more important than life, so Wei Yidong had unhesitatingly given another hundred thousand yuan. However, he never expected to hear a different answer from Meng Yulan. He couldn't help but ask, "Auntie Yulan, are you mistaken? Zhao Shuanzhu's father had cancer, and Niu Yanling's mother had a cerebral thrombosis and was admitted to the intensive care unit..."
"Nonsense! I saw them playing mahjong at the mahjong hall on the east side of the village when I came to the provincial capital today. They were all energetic, how could they be sick? Kid, you're making excuses!" Wei Yidong was dumbfounded. What was going on? Could Zhao Shuanzhu and Niu Yanling have tricked him? But they had both been in tears back then; they didn't seem to be faking it. Seeing Wei Yidong remain silent, and hearing his explanation, Meng Yulan became even more convinced that Wei Yidong was reluctant to give the money. She then pulled out her trump card and said, "Wei Yidong, if you don't give me the money today, I'll scratch your face until it's ruined and bring shame upon you!" As she spoke, Meng Yulan stood up and lunged to grab Wei Yidong's face... Despite being a young man in his thirties, Wei Yidong was frail and no match for Meng Yulan. Wei Yidong almost stumbled and fell back two steps, while Meng Yulan relentlessly pursued him, saying, "Are you giving it or not... if not, I'll scratch you to death..." while employing what looked like the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.