Chapter 8 Eight

The man who came in was wearing a blue padded jacket and black trousers; he was carrying a package under his side, which seemed to have just been opened, but was packed hastily.This package seems to be quite heavy.As soon as he came in, he regarded Zhu Runshen as his master, because Zhu Runshen was the tallest and was standing facing out at this time. "Mr. Tang! You know the goods! Take a look, this—isn't this worth three months' rent?" As the man spoke, he solemnly delivered the package he was carrying to Zhu Runshen. "I'm not Mr. Tang. It's this one!"

As Zhu Runshen spoke, he pointed with his hand and walked away lazily.He suddenly thought mischievously: It would be great if this person interrupted him a few minutes earlier. At this time, Lao Hu, the accountant, had already come in and stood beside the second boss. When the man turned to face the second boss, Lao Hu said: "Second boss, he is Huang Axiang who owes four months' rent. His bag is silk. He needs to pay three months' rent." Before the second boss answered, Huang Axiang had already opened the bag of silk again; he held it in his hands, and unfolded it solemnly in front of the second boss, asking the second boss to appreciate it.

Hearing that someone used silk to pay back the rent, Zhu Run came over to take a look. Jin Futian also walked to Huang Axiang's side, and instinctively stretched out his hand to twist the silk body.This silk is white embryo.Under the electric light, the diamond-shaped pattern on the silk is particularly bright and eye-catching. "Rayon——" Jin Futian said to himself; suddenly he saw a line of writing on the silk machine head, looked at Huang Axiang in amazement, and asked authoritatively: "Hey! Where did you get this silk?" "Hi! Where did you come from?" Huang Axiang glared at Jin Futian. "I didn't steal it!" He turned his eyes away, just as Zhu Run was walking in front of him, as if he had found someone worthy of telling the origin of the silk, he continued enthusiastically, this silk—— It was from the closed Huaguang Silk Factory, where I worked.This silk was given to us as wages after the Dragon Boat Festival this year.The factory couldn't pay wages—this one, this one, cost eighteen yuan!I got a total of three—"

"Oh—eighteen dollars! Hey! There's not one here!" Zhu Runshen pinched the silk and said casually. "That's right! One horse is not enough, and the nine-foot one has been cut. Hey, sir, you are an expert, how much do you think I should pay? Three months' rent, fifteen yuan——" "Huh! Who's bargaining with you! I just don't use this kind of poor silk! Hey, old Hu!" The second boss said angrily, but he forgot that the old Hu was under his shoulder, so he raised his head to look for it. "Crappy silk? Mr. Tang! The goods from Huaguang factory are still genuine!"

"Hey, Ah Xiang! Don't make too much fun! The second boss said no! The second boss piled up hundreds of boxes of your kind of silk, so I don't care about you!" Lao Hu said in a panic while pushing Huang Axiang to leave. Jin Futian also stepped in to threaten him: "Second Boss has a lot of houses on the market! If everyone is like you and takes the rotten things that no one wants to pay off, why should the Second Boss set up a second-hand stall! Go, go! Tell Mr. Hu if you have something to say!" Huang Axiang seemed to be stunned.One is that he suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to have seen it somewhere before, and the other was that he secretly wondered why the landlord, Mr. Tang, had so many "experts" in his family; If the silk is planted for one more day, it will become a "rotten thing". However, when he received it from the factory as wages seven months ago, it was indeed worth eighteen yuan.

For a moment he lost his mind.The second boss looked like he would eat him; Jin Futian and Lao Hu held him back; the "professional" tall and thin boy shook his head and snorted again.He felt isolated, and he also felt the fear of being seen through.He couldn't help but sighed and said: "Gentlemen, I also know that you don't want this kind of silk in the mansion. - But I don't have anything else of value! ... Besides, it was given to me as foreign money. - Mr. Hu wants it Call the police to escort me out of the house, I—where am I going? My woman is sick again! . . . "

"Stop talking nonsense! Hu, take him out quickly! Who is patient to listen to such nonsense!" The second boss looked as if he would eat even Lao Hu. Huang Axiang seemed to be nailed to the brick floor, no matter how old Hu pulled him, he could move.And Lao Hu suddenly felt that this person surnamed Huang didn't come to snatch or steal. "Mr. Tang," Huang Axiang said again, "I have lived in your old man's house for more than half a year, and I have never owed anything. This time, the factory closed and I couldn't find any business for four months—"

"It's none of my business!—" The second boss was still vicious, but the pronunciation of the word "事" was elongated, because the second boss suddenly realized that there was a special dispute between himself and Huang Axiang, who owed rent, ——He himself owed the surname Huang three months' wages!But this consciousness disappeared in a flash. The second boss turned around, waved his hands and yelled sharply: "Go! Go! I don't have that much leisure!" Jin Futian and the others seemed to feel what the second boss felt, and they also felt a little guilty.

"Aren't you going? Call the police!—Xiao Wang!" The Second Boss suddenly turned around again, facing Huang Axiang; the Second Boss' expression seemed to be a sworn enemy. "Ah Xiang, you are so unreasonable!" Old Hu said out of breath, to pull Huang Axiang again.Old Hu suddenly remembered that Huang Axiang didn't know that the "landlord Mr. Tang" was Boss Tang, the major shareholder and chairman of Huaguang Silk Factory, so Lao Hu felt that it was still justifiable to throw out the rent-paying Mr. Huang. one thing. Diarrhea Xiaowang and gardener Lao Feng also came in; one on each side, standing beside Huang Axiang.

Huang Axiang gritted his teeth, stared at his eyes, his whole body exploded with energy - he refused to go; but the energy immediately relaxed, and he sighed helplessly.He sees himself alone. And he also believes that he is wrong.He did owe rent to others. The combination of these two feelings prevented him from puffing out his chest and letting go of his throat to speak out his righteous truth; he only hoped for mercy, so he begged: "Mr. Tang! Why do you care about more than ten yuan, old man!..." "Let's go! The good door is hard to open!" The flower craftsman Lao Feng's voice seemed to be muffled, and he grabbed Huang Axiang's arm while talking.

"Your old man also knows that I didn't mean to default. Didn't I pay with silk?" Huang Axiang looked at the second boss while talking, and at the same time he stretched his body and stood firmly; It seemed that he felt that standing a little longer would give him more hope. Diarrhea Xiao Wang saw that the gardener Lao Feng couldn't pull Huang Axiang, so he also grabbed Huang Axiang's other arm, and said softly with emotion and ridicule: "Ah yo! Don't mention your silk anymore! You and I can't afford your silk, gentlemen don't want to wear it!" At this time, Jin Futian also stepped forward to do good and evil: "Hey, Huang, what's the use of Lai here! I'm just selling your silk in small shops! It's silk, and someone wants it!" "But Mr. Hu ordered me to move out tomorrow!" "Oh—then, you discuss it with Mr. Hu, and you will be accommodated for a day, and you hurry up and take off this piece of silk!" Suddenly Zhu Runshen also came to "help" Huang Axiang with his ideas.The attitude of this "Mr. Manager" who owns three satin shops is more sincere than that of Jin Futian; because he went from the time when the second boss said he wanted to call the police, to suddenly he said that the second boss said that he wanted to "solve it by law" when they were negotiating earlier. Those words come back to my mind. "Then Mr. Tang, I would like to ask you to hold your hands high and relax until the first half of the new year..." "Hmph!" The second boss sneered and shook his head. "I still have a whole horse at home. At the end of the year, I can't find a buyer." Huang Axiang turned around and said.Diarrhea Xiaowang and gardener Lao Feng have pulled him away from his original position. However, Huang Axiang tried his best and stood firm again.At this time, he could hardly think of any other thoughts, but he felt that it might be helpful to stand for a while, and the face of his sick woman flickered before his eyes from time to time. "What a joke! - Hey, Hu!" The second boss suddenly sounded stern. "I think this man is naughty and naughty. I have nothing else to say except that he will give up the house tomorrow!" Huang Axiang heard it clearly, and rolled over with a chill, his hope of "standing a little longer" was shattered.He couldn't help but his legs went limp, and he was dragged away by Xiao Wang and Lao Feng, a flower maker, for several steps.When he stood still with all his strength, he was already standing at the corner door where he had entered first. But Lao Hu pushed him behind and complained half-truthfully: "You're a real murderer! Look! What's the use?" "Mr. Hu, you do good deeds. As you can see, my woman is sick. You can relax for a few days. I have silk. How much is it worth?" As Huang Axiang said this, he was dragged out of the corner door by Xiaowang Diarrhea and Old Feng, a flower maker. Lao Hu also followed out. Seeing them leave, the second boss seemed to look better. He took a few steps and said: "Ah, Run Weng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm tired of waiting for you for a long time. Cough! This group of people are so cunning and skinny! — Ah, Run Weng, let's talk about seriousness now." "Uh, uh, hey—" Zhu Run replied feebly.In his heart, he agreed with what the second boss said, "these people are naughty and skinny", but he felt ashamed that he was not "tricky and naughty" enough, so he had to be forced to listen to the second boss to "talk about seriousness."