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A Heart for the Town, A Knife in My Back

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 771    |    Released on: 17/12/2024

ine shot up, pointing a finger at me, her voice sharp with indignation. "Fixing a road fo

ur dad. So what if you give back a little time and money to the town? You earn ten grand per livestream

the villagers, and their mur

ery family, Jill! And buy us all cars w

hy don't you lend me twenty t

m sick and need fifty thousand for medical bill

e money I had earned was theirs by default

t, I'd poured my own money into helping them. Yet, stirred up

ge, some of my classmates would mutter behind my back,

ything, and they couldn't stand

ke every other year, earning them nothing. They ignored the fact that without my funding

ee went unnoticed. The only thin

for all penalties and losses!" I declared. "As for the apples already sold, I have the transaction list. I'll

em money, their eyes lit up gree

I needed it. And now, after paying them bac

when someone's v

grate won't sell apples f

My dad's been the town leader for decades, always putting the people

scrolling through Jill's account the other day, and her follower count is huge. Plus, she give

oud, yet it brought the ent

r your account to me? The town's support made you who you are today. Isn't it time to give back? Don't worry – I'll t

r sister Rachel stormed in and po

r's been providing food and essentials to seniors during the holidays. She's funded kids' education and even spent over twenty thous

had stayed in town to support our parents. Ho

with embarrassment. "Rachel, watch your mouth! You a

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“After working for five years, I returned to my hometown to help farmers with live streaming. I wanted to repay the villagers for their support in funding my college education. However, the villagers doubted that I would share the profits and accused me of keeping their hard-earned money for myself. They demanded that I hand over my eight-year-old account to them and leave the village. I found it both infuriating and amusing, so I decided not to comply. Fortunately, the neighboring village was eager for my help in selling their products.”
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