Siheyuan: Selling antiques? Only making 28,000 RMB from 30,000 RMB

Zhou Dong was also shocked. He looked at Xu Damao with questions in his eyes: "Xu Damao, what is going on?"

Xu Damao's expression became even uglier. He looked at the beggar with disgust and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense here. I don't even know you!" As he said that, he kicked the beggar. The beggar fell to the ground in pain, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.

Seeing this, Zhou Dong angrily stepped forward and blocked Xu Damao: "Xu Damao, what are you doing? Even if he is really your father, you can't treat him like this!"

Xu Damao glared at Zhou Dong and said angrily, "Zhou Dong, mind your own business! He is not my father at all, why should I care about him?"

Zhou Dong looked at Xu Damao with disdain and said firmly: "No matter who he is, you have no right to treat him like this. We are all human beings and should have basic respect and sympathy."

Qin Huairu also stood up and looked at the beggar lying on the ground with distress: "Xu Damao, you are going too far. No matter who he is, he needs help now, and we should lend a hand."

Xu Damao sneered and turned away: "Whatever you say, I won't care about this old man."

Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu helped the beggar up and brought him into the store. Qin Huairu brought a bowl of hot ramen and said gently, "Uncle, eat something first."

Zhou Dong sat aside and asked, "Uncle, can you tell us what is the relationship between you and Xu Damao?"

The beggar sighed, with a trace of pain in his eyes: "I am indeed Xu Damao's father. I went to prison for some things when I was young, and Xu Damao has always been resentful of me. After I was released from prison, I had nowhere to go and could only live by begging. Some time ago, I heard that he opened a shop here, so I wanted to come and find him."

Zhou Dong held the beggar's hand and said firmly, "Uncle, no matter what, we will help you."

A trace of emotion flashed in the beggar's eyes: "Thank you, thank you."

In the following days, Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu took care of the beggar, providing him with food and shelter. The neighbors in the courtyard also lent a hand and sent some clothes and daily necessities to the beggar. Although Xu Damao had been watching coldly, everyone's help made the beggar feel warm and hopeful.

One night, Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu were busy in the store when they heard a hurried knock on the door. Zhou Dong opened the door and saw Jia Zhang standing at the door with an anxious look on her face: "Zhou Dong, Qin Huairu, Xu Damao is in trouble!"

Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu quickly followed Jia Zhang to Xu Damao's residence and found him lying on the ground, his face pale and his breathing rapid. Qin Huairu hurried forward to check: "Xu Damao, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Damao said with difficulty: "I...I feel pain in my chest..."

Zhou Dong quickly called an ambulance and Xu Damao was sent to the hospital. After a rescue, the doctor told Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu: "Xu Damao suffers from a serious heart disease and needs long-term treatment and care."

Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu looked at each other, their hearts full of worry. Qin Huairu said softly: "Zhou Dong, we have to help Xu Damao. No matter what he did before, he needs help now."

Zhou Dong nodded: "Yes, Qin Huairu, we can't just stand by and watch."

They returned to the courtyard and told everyone about Xu Damao's situation. The neighbors expressed their willingness to help take care of Xu Damao, especially Xu Damao's father, a beggar, who was eager to do something for his son.

A few days later, Xu Damao was discharged from the hospital and returned home. Seeing the care and help from his neighbors, he was touched. He looked at the beggar and said in a choked voice, "Dad, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you like that before."

The beggar held Xu Damao's hand, his eyes full of tears: "Child, it's okay, the important thing is that you are fine now. Let's live a good life together in the future."

Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu stood aside, feeling relieved. Zhou Dong said softly: "Xu Damao, we are all family, we should help each other when we have difficulties."

Xu Damao nodded gratefully: "Thank you, Zhou Dong, Qin Huairu, and everyone else."

In the following days, Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu continued to run the ramen restaurant, and the business was getting better and better. They also took Xu Damao to the hospital for regular checkups and took care of his daily life. The neighbors in the courtyard also helped to take care of Xu Damao and the beggar.

One night, Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu were sitting in the store, counting today's revenue. Qin Huairu said with emotion: "Zhou Dong, our ramen restaurant is doing better and better, and the revenue is increasing. Should we consider doing something else?"

Zhou Dong nodded: "Yes, Qin Huairu, I was thinking too, we can expand the ramen restaurant a little bit, or even open a chain store. This way we can not only make more money, but also help more people."

"Zhou Dong, you are such a visionary. I believe we can succeed."

"Qin Huairu, as long as we work together, everything will get better and better."

In the following days, Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu began to plan to expand the ramen restaurant. They discussed with their neighbors and received unanimous support. Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui even offered to invest and help them open a chain store.

Zhou Dong said gratefully: "Uncle Liu, Uncle Yan, thank you for your trust and support. We will definitely not let you down."

Qin Huairu also said: "Yes, with everyone's help, we will definitely succeed."

The chain plan of the ramen restaurant gradually got on track, and Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu's business grew bigger and bigger. They used the money they earned to improve the environment of the courtyard and help their neighbors solve many difficulties in life.

Xu Damao's health gradually improved under everyone's care, and his relationship with the beggar old man became better and better. Xu Damao said gratefully: "Zhou Dong, Qin Huairu, thank you so much."

Zhou Dong stood at the door of the store, watching the neighbors coming and going in the courtyard, with mixed feelings. He knew that everyone in this courtyard had their own life and story, just like them. The beggar old man, the man who looked like Xu Damao's father, was now accepted by everyone, but his situation was still difficult. Zhou Dong wanted to help him so that he would no longer be hungry, but he didn't know how to start.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. Perhaps he could ask the old beggar to help clean the door and give him some food in return. This would help the beggar without making him feel embarrassed or burdened.

So Zhou Dong walked up to the old beggar and said softly, "Uncle, I have a suggestion. What do you think?"

The beggar raised his head, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "What's the proposal?"

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "Can you help us clean the door? In return, I will give you some food."

After hearing this, the beggar's eyes flashed with gratitude: "Thank you, young man, I am willing to help you."

At this time, Xu Damao came out of the store. He saw the beggar and Zhou Dong talking, and he couldn't help but frowned. He walked up to Zhou Dong and said bluntly: "Zhou Dong, what are you talking about with this beggar?"

"I discussed with the old man and asked him to help clean the door in exchange for some food."

After hearing this, Xu Damao's face became even more dissatisfied: "What? You want him to come to our store to work? I won't allow it!"

Zhou Dong frowned, a little puzzled: "Why not allow it? He just helped clean the door in exchange for some food."

Xu Damao sneered: "Aren't you afraid that he will dirty the door? Or, what good do you have for him?"

A flash of anger flashed across Zhou Dong's face, but he tried to remain calm: "Uncle, I don't have any other purpose, I just think we can help those in need."

Xu Damao looked at Zhou Dong coldly, without giving in: "I said, I don't allow him to work in our store."

Zhou Dong took a deep breath, knowing that he and Xu Damao could not agree on the same idea. He turned and walked towards the beggar, saying softly, "I'm sorry, uncle, it seems I can't help you."

The beggar shook his head, his eyes full of understanding: "Young man, don't worry. I will find a way myself."

Zhou Dong looked at the back of the beggar, and a feeling of helplessness surged in his heart. He knew that some people were destined not to understand his thoughts and actions, but he still chose to stick to his principles.

So Zhou Dong decided to do it himself and clean the door himself. He picked up the broom and mop and began to clean up seriously. Qin Huairu saw this scene and felt warm in her heart. She also picked up the broom and joined Zhou Dong.

After a while, the door was cleaned and looked brand new. Zhou Dong and Qin Huairu stood at the door, looking at the fruits of their labor, feeling satisfied and relieved.

At this time, Jia Zhang came over. Seeing the cleanliness of the door, she couldn't help but admire, "Zhou Dong, Qin Huairu, you guys really work so hard."

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "Aunt Jia, this is what we should do."

Jia Zhang looked around and said softly, "Zhou Dong, I know you always want to help the old beggar, but Xu Damao may not be happy. You have to be careful."

Zhou Dong nodded, understanding in his heart: "Well, I will pay attention."

Jia Zhang patted Zhou Dong on the shoulder and said gently, "Zhou Dong, you are a good boy, but you have to consider other people's feelings in some things."

He knew that helping others was a good thing, but sometimes one also needed to consider other people's feelings and opinions. He decided to handle these matters more carefully in the future.

He saw the cleanliness of the door, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Suddenly he said, "The door is well cleaned."

Zhou Dong smiled slightly: "Thank you, Xu Damao."