"…"
Yang Qi's attitude was sincere and his tone was gentle. There wasn't a trace of arrogance for his contributions or any sense that he was giving a handout. It was purely the gratitude and holiday courtesy of a junior toward his elders.
The families all tried to refuse at first, saying things like, "You're too kind," "It was nothing, we just lent a hand," and "It's what neighbors do." But they couldn't argue with Yang Qi's insistence and finally accepted the gifts. They all had smiles on their faces and were deeply touched.
After Yang Qi left, the families closed their doors. Looking at the obviously expensive, exquisitely packaged New Year gifts on their tables, they were filled with emotion.
"That Qi kid is a good man. He really shows up when it matters, and he never forgets a favor!"
"Yeah, and look at these gifts. They're substantial. Not flashy, but you can feel the sincerity."
"He's successful now, but he still remembers us old neighbors. That's really something."
