Song Ying frowned and turned to look at everyone in the courtyard.
Zhou Cheng looked up. He had long guessed that assembling bicycles could not stay secret and that people would come looking for him, but he had not expected them to come so soon.
He could not help looking at Zhuang Tunan.
At the sight of Wang Chaoyuan, Zhuang Tunan immediately guessed why a whole group had come over. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhou Cheng.
"I'll talk to them!"
Zhou Cheng took the initiative to stand up and walk over.
Before long, the group left, their faces full of displeasure.
As they walked, someone muttered in the alley.
"It's just putting a bicycle together. He won't even do us that little favor!"
"Being a national champion has really gone to his head. He doesn't even spare a thought for his neighbors. Fine, don't help. It's just buying parts from stalls, isn't it? Does he really think we don't know?"
Wang Chaoyuan's face was dark too. He spat as he walked. "What a piece of work! We offered him two yuan for his trouble, and he still wasn't satisfied. So young, and already fallen headfirst into a money hole."
Wu Jianguo walked out among the crowd, his face full of embarrassment. Hearing Wang Chaoyuan's words only made it harder for him to hold his head up.
Expecting Zhou Cheng to spend several days assembling a bicycle for just two yuan-they were rattling their abacus far too loudly.
Others might not know, but his daughter was close to the Zhuang family's second son, so he knew perfectly well that the boy always carried at least two Great Unity notes in pocket money.
Two yuan might tempt any ten-year-old child, but certainly not Zhou Cheng.
At that