Yu Jun coughed twice in embarrassment, he thought that giving everyone the new house key would make everyone excited, why did everyone look at him with such sick eyes, it was so embarrassing.

He coughed lightly twice: "I repeat, whoever hears your name, please come here to receive the key, the key to the new house, the key to the new house in front of you." ”

"This is the compensation given to you by the great god Pan Wei, yesterday his fire dragon accidentally fell on fire and burned your house, so he immediately made up this house for everyone. Now, whoever hears his name comes and gets the keys to his new house. ”

Now the poor people understood, and they looked around, and even though they had many doubts in their hearts, they did not dare to speak out loud, for they were afraid, afraid that they would say the wrong thing, and that they would lose their lives.

Because no one cares about people like them.

"Wang Dasheng!" Yu Jun shouted, "Wang Dasheng, come to the front to get the key." ”

Wang Dasheng is in his forties and almost fifty, his parents are still alive, and he has three children.

He used to move bricks on the construction site, his wife worked as a cleaner, and his parents worked as casual workers, so their life was also good.

But there were unforeseen circumstances, his wife got stomach cancer because of frugality, and the house was sold and was not cured, and then she had no choice but to go to the urban village and became a member of the poor.

His wife couldn't do anything, his parents had a stroke and Alzheimer's, he fell on the construction site and couldn't move bricks. The three children, except for the youngest child who is in school, the eldest and the second are all out to help.

When the eldest reached the age of marriage, as soon as others inquired about his family, the girls turned around and left.

Fortunately, the boss did not raise crooked, even in this situation, he still did not abandon this family, and when everyone talked about the boss, they were all booing and pitiful.

"Wang Dasheng!"

Yu Jun shouted the name again, Wang Dasheng, who was numb in the crowd, looked at the people around him, tightened the military coat on his body, carried the old lady who had a stroke, and walked in front of Yu Jun with his family, his voice was wooden, without any emotion: "I am Wang Dasheng." ”

Yu Jun took out a bunch of keys and handed them to him: "There are two elderly people in your family who can't move, and your family is divided into room 001 on the first floor of a building." ”

Wang Dasheng, who was holding the key, was still wooden.

Wang Dasheng's eldest son came to his senses, and his voice trembled: "Is it really a house for our family?"

Hearing this, Yu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, Mom, it's not easy, it's normal to finally have a person's thoughts.

"Of course. Yu Jun took out another bunch of keys and shouted, "Wang Jian." ”

Wang Dasheng's eldest son immediately raised his hand: "My name is Wang Jian." The voice trembled, but this time, it was a tremor of joy.

"According to the conditions of the house, those who have reached the age of 25 can now be assigned a suite, and they will not be counted in the future. ”

Wang Jian's eyes suddenly lit up, and there was such a good thing: "My brother is 24, does he have it?"

Yu Jun shook his head: "No." ”

Wang Jianxing's eyes darkened, then they lit up again, and nodded vigorously: "Then thank you, thank you, thank you." ”

"Listen, the house is borrowed, not sold, if you don't want to live in it, you can say it, and we can take it back. Yu Jun added.

However, who would think of selling a house if they don't have a house to live in now, as long as there is a place to stay, that's good.

The conversation between Yu Jun and Wang Dasheng's family, everyone heard it, stretched their necks in disbelief, watched Wang Dasheng take his family to room 001 on the first floor, and opened the door of the room with trembling hands.

The man in his fifties, covering his face and crying into tears, slammed to Yu Jun's feet, kowtowed, and cried bitterly: "Thank you!"

Yu Jun, who was shocked, immediately helped him up: "This is the house that Pan Wei prepared for you, not me, don't thank me if you want to thank him, thank him, right?"

"Okay, okay, I'm ......" Wang Dasheng stammered, and suddenly yelled towards the sky, "Thank you Pan Wei Tianshen, thank you Pan Wei Tianshen!"

People who are numb and desperate finally have color in their eyes, can finally turn, and can finally look at people.

"I'm me, my name is Li Xiaoming......"

"What about my house, my name is Wang Xiaohua......"

"And my ......"

In an instant, the surface of the sea, which had just been like the Dead Sea, suddenly boiled and chattered noisily.

"Shut up and stand for me, call for the name to come to the front, and everyone else stand in place. ”

As soon as the cold momentum of the soldier Yu Jun was taken out, the people who were presumptuous just now suddenly stood at a regular distance, stretched their necks, pricked up their ears, and listened carefully to their names.

The moment they took the key, they all knelt down and bowed to the sky, shouting: "Thank you!"

Their dream is very simple, to have a shelter from the wind and rain, even if they are sleepy, as long as the family is together, they can carry it.

As soon as the matter of the division of houses in the urban village came out, it quickly spread throughout the entire imperial capital, and even some people broadcast it live, watching one key after another send it down, and then watching the family open the door, everyone exploded.

"Why don't you soothe the people who were hurt by the earthquake in the first place? Why do you arrange these poor people? Is this showing off your wealth or hating the rich?"

"Why don't the people who got the earthquake arrange it? They still live on the side of the road. It's not fair, it's not fair!"

"The people above came out, and this thing was not authentic. ”

shouted again on the Internet, and the angry Guan Xiaolu directly started the live broadcast, and broadcast the live broadcast of what those people said, the victims who were injured by the earthquake and had no homes, and they moved to their original homes at this time.

Next to it: "How can you live in your own house comfortably, you have everything." ”

There are also a few close-ups, and a man with glasses said excitedly: "Yes, yes, this is my home, when I was on TV, it was me who filmed, and now it's still me, this is my home." My collapsed house is now restored to its original state, and it was given to me by the gods, O gods. ”

"Who is the god of heaven? You don't know who the god is? The god of heaven is Pan Wei, just yesterday, the entire imperial capital was thundering and thundering, and the god of heaven stood on the clouds, waved his hand to the ground, and the collapsed houses on the ground were all restored to their original state. The glasses man's tone was sincere and reverent.

"What, I'm To," the man with glasses smiled disdainfully and disdainfully, "If I can conjure up so many houses overnight, let alone let me be a to, I'm willing to let me eat." ”

Yes, the earthquake struck, the house collapsed, that was a real thing, it was broadcast everywhere.

But now, the imperial capital is peaceful, the collapsed houses have all been restored to their original state, and the dirty and messy urban village is also erected rows of nine-story buildings at this time.

And all of this came overnight.

What does this mean?

It shows that Pan Wei is a god, and he allows people who have been homeless overnight to have their own homes again.