Chapter 39 Chapter 4 Shunfeng Hotel

At the end of her life, she took refuge in Lao Ruan. Lao Ruan's Shunfeng Hotel was formerly the Workers' Cultural Palace Guest House, and earlier, it was the famous Workers' Cinema.She recognized that the two glass doors of the hotel were the doors of the Workers' Cinema back then.She also vaguely remembered two young and beautiful female ticket inspectors. They wore light green uniform skirts and wore long braids. One of them had a single braid, and the other always had long braids on her head.She still remembers her childhood dream of working as a ticket inspector in a worker's movie theater when she grew up, wearing a beautiful uniform every day, and watching all movies for free.Many glorious things in the past are now inexplicably and rapidly declining, and the same is true for the Workers' Cinema. Only a small projection hall is barely preserved, huddled in a corner on the side of the hotel, showing zombie ghost movies or spy movies and gunfight movies every day.

The house price of Shunfeng Hotel is cheap, and because it is a prime location, Lao Ruan has attracted many long-term renters.On the first floor, there is a private clinic for treating vitiligo. The door is covered with newspaper clippings, certificates of appreciation and letters of thanks. Behind the curtain, a middle-aged man in a white coat can be vaguely seen. He speaks with a Sichuan accent and always speaks loudly to persuade patients. What are you in a hurry for?Vitiligo is not a cold, how can a few medicines be cured?Take your time.Next door to the clinic was the office of a Wenzhou leather shoe factory, and there were a few chattering girls sitting there. They never discussed the leather shoe business, but were always arguing about who was more beautiful, Gong Li or Liu Xiaoqing, and who was more handsome, Chow Yun-fat or Leslie Cheung.The two rooms on the second floor were connected, and someone established a model training base here.A tall, bony woman was teaching a young girl to walk the catwalk, and another, even taller, was lying on a couch taking a nap in what looked like an ancient mummy because of a golden hood.There are still a few guest rooms that are empty, and there is a plaque of a certain business company and a certain information consulting company hanging on the door. The tables and chairs inside are covered with dust, and the tenants have gone to nowhere.

She came to join Lao Ruan, Lao Ruan was very happy.Lao Ruan gave her a free room, and arranged a mahjong game that night, saying that there was a business talk on the mahjong table, and asked her to sing to cheer her up, and he introduced some big brothers to her by the way.She entered the chess and card room on the third floor as promised, and the inside was filled with smoke. The three men were all strangers, one was gloomy, the other was wretched, and the other looked brighter, a big fat man.She had no appetite to befriend such a big brother for a long time, so she picked up the microphone as if in a hurry, and specially sang "Gong Xi Fa Cai" in Cantonese to match the atmosphere.The big fat man laughed while listening to the song, and asked her, are you congratulating Lao Ruan on getting rich alone?She jokingly said, are they all big brothers? Congratulations to everyone getting rich.Afterwards, she reluctantly stayed with Lao Ruan, saying that she would collect money for him, but unfortunately, Lao Ruan was unlucky. She sat for a long time, but did not receive any money. Finally, she saw a pair of big tubes of the same color, and Lao Ruan even took out the tubes one by one. She just fired it off, she reminded Lao Ruan, but he pinched him on the waist, she understood, she knew that he was playing the bribery card, he couldn't win but could only lose, and immediately lost interest.Sitting next to her, she yawned, smelling the unclean smell in the air. She suspected that the big fat man had bad breath, and Lao Ruan also had bad breath. She was wondering why the middle-aged men she befriended had such a high rate of bad breath. I was stepped on, and it was Boss Guo on the left.She had already nicknamed him in her heart: the wretched man.The wretched man tried his best to discharge electricity from his eyes, trying to flirt with her with his eyes. She understood, but she felt numb, so she stood up and said, eat some fruit, eat some fruit!She divided the fruit from the big fruit plate into small plates and brought them to everyone's hands. Afraid that there would be some difficult plots to deal with if she sat down again, she lied that she had a headache and left without authorization.

She didn't show up for the first negotiation with Mr. Pang, and it was Lao Ruan who intervened.Lao Ruan himself didn't go. He had an acquaintance who was Mr. Pang's supplier. The supplier went to settle the bill with Mr. Pang and talked about her incident by the way.Negotiations took too many detours, but the final result was concise.Mr. Pang asked her to give birth to the child and test the DNA. If the child was his, he promised to be responsible to the mother and child to the end.She asked Mr. Pang how he was going to be responsible, and Lao Ruan said, give me the money.A man is responsible for Xiaomi, isn't it just giving money?He also reminded her that he is a Taiwanese businessman, so you should not act too aggressively towards him. If you act too aggressively, it will be a taboo, and it will affect cross-strait relations. You know a little politics, right?She said, I don't care about politics, I just want fairness.Lao Ruan said that fairness can be sold or bought, isn't it a matter of money?Tell me the truth, do you want his money or his people?She was completely confused, avoiding Lao Ruan's gaze, and said angrily, who wants that person?A short winter melon, what do you want him for, winter melon stewed pork ribs soup?

The journey was approaching the end, and she almost saw the stop sign at the end: this road is closed.Mr. Pang will not give her any surprises. The tenderness and sweetness created by the Loire Valley have been shattered into mud. After all, that Taiwanese businessman is someone else's husband. client, and his semi-dark light has been completely extinguished in her life. The second time I went to find Mr. Pang, it was a huge momentum.Lao Ruan took three strong young men and accompanied her to Mr. Pang's company.Mr. Pang responded cautiously and called several security guards to stand at the door of his office.After all, the underworld set belongs to the movie, and the performance of both of them is considered wise.Lao Ruan, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, put on a negotiating posture and asked Mr. Pang to write an IOU, but Mr. Pang refused.He said, I don't owe Ms. Bai any money, so I can't leave an IOU to you. We're not cleaning up debts, we're doing business, and we should follow the rules when doing business. It's better to sign a contract.Mr. Pang rummaged in his file cabinet for a long time, and showed a sample contract of a futures company.As the name suggests, she said angrily, you bastard, you are using my stomach as futures?Do not sign!Mr. Pang was extremely calm, emphasizing that a girl’s stomach is actually a human mine. Iron ore, copper ore, cotton, and oil all have futures. Why can’t children deal with futures?I am a person who talks about fairness and credibility. Believe me, sign with reference to the terms of futures trading to ensure that none of us will suffer.She was at a loss for a moment, and asked Lao Ruan for help with her eyes. Lao Ruan obviously didn't understand the principles of futures trading, and refused to show weakness. She waved her hands and said, Mr. Pang, don't make it too complicated. In-stock.Mr. Pang said, the child is still in her womb, how can she engage in spot transactions?We follow the rules, either a one-time buyout, I believe you, I take the risk and I bid, or you trust me, pay in installments, you bid.pick one of two.

pick one of two.The trust between them can only choose one of the two.Lao Ruan thought for a while, and whispered to her, futures are futures, and the child in the stomach seems to be only futures.She sat blankly across from Mr. Pang, feeling ignorant and useless for the first time.A faint scar was left on Mr. Pang's forehead. She stared at the plump and well-maintained face, and vaguely found some writings. Business was written on one half of his face, and morality was written on the other half. The infatuation of the past is gone.For such a shrewd and sophisticated man, infatuation is a one-time product, and it can be thrown away after use. Where will it leave any traces?She doesn't doubt Mr. Pang's credit, the only thing she doubts is her calculations. If Mr. Pang is not her future, how can his flesh and blood provide her with a future?She is not sure about her own greed, her hatred for herself, and her love for herself. In fact, she doesn't know if she wants to keep the fetus, she doesn't even know if she wants to be a mother, so, She lowered her head dejectedly, and said, I don't know, Lao Ruan, you can make the decision for me.

She took back a contract from Mr. Pang's company. On the cover of the contract was a row of large bold characters: futures trading contract.From that day on, she felt that her body was like a mine. From that day on, whenever she saw her slightly bulging abdomen, she would think of that inexplicably heavy word: mine. She was afraid of meeting acquaintances, so she carefully wore a mask when going in and out of the Workers' Cultural Palace.Avoidance is necessary, she can't tell what kind of relationship she has formed with this city, and she has caused so many troubles in a daze.She returned to this nightmare land, desperate, but to negotiate a humiliating business.This business will definitely be cursed by her grandma's spirit in heaven.Grandma foresees the shame of her granddaughter's life very early on.On a rainy day many years ago, when she came home from roller skating at the Workers’ Cultural Palace, her grandmother blocked her at the door and dried her hair with a towel. Her eyes were full of condemnation and her expression was extremely sad. She said, thanks to you Remember the way home, you lost your soul, fairy, your soul is lost outside, a girl's soul cannot be lost, if you lose your soul today, you will lose face tomorrow.Now she admits from the bottom of her heart that grandma's worldly eyes can see into her future, and grandma's nasty nagging has a certain divinity to her.She admitted that she lost her soul, she admitted that she lost face.However, she has no intention of pleasing grandma's spirit in heaven, and she always tolerates herself.Whether it is soul or face, if you lose it, you lose it. She is not so ashamed.Who is she now?Nobody, she's just a mine.

It was the weekend, and the small screening hall downstairs was promoting a Hollywood zombie movie.A man shouted at the ticket window with a small loudspeaker, come in and have a look, buy one get one free, the new Hollywood zombie blockbuster, free popcorn, if you don’t scare you, the ticket price will be refunded in full!She took a bag of popcorn and got in, sat in the dark auditorium, watched zombies come out of the wall, and vampires floated up from the toilet. At first she challenged these false horrors with a sneer, but gradually she felt neck discomfort, Like sharp teeth touching, the blood of the dead and the rotten liquid of zombies trickled down from the screen and spread quietly along the floor tiles. the screening room.

Her development is faster than that of the Workers' Cultural Palace. She has been to Paris. The Workers' Cultural Palace is no longer the pinnacle of the world when she was a girl. There are many good things in the past, but now there is only excitement left in her eyes.Whether it is good or not depends on her mood.When she is in a bad mood, she hates the noise around her and the oily smoke in the air. When she is in a good mood, she is happy to enjoy the market-like noise.She hid in the Shunfeng Hotel, and visiting the Workers' Cultural Palace became her only pastime.She walked gracefully on the granite floor, and a boy on a skateboard passed her and flew towards the central square.Today’s young people, no one likes roller skating. The skating rink she once loved has long since disappeared. An Eiffel Tower was erected on the south side of the original site, and a new white shopping mall was built on the north side, because the facade is White, people call it the White House.Below the Eiffel Tower is a gourmet street. The roadside stalls display all kinds of food from all over the world, fragrant, smelly, fishy, ​​and sour.She is pregnant, so of course she loves sour.I went to a stall to eat fish with pickled cabbage. I don’t know if it was a fish problem or a stomach problem. The next pot of fish left without authorization.She walked through the Eiffel Tower to the White House, and met a mother and daughter dressed as tourists, and asked her to help take a photo. She reluctantly agreed, and hastily put the Eiffel Tower and the mother and daughter into the camera. She was very disdainful and held back Did not taunt them.However, the daughter checked the picture and found it did not meet the requirements, and wanted to ask her to take another picture, but she walked away and said meanly, you people like fakes!Is there such a short Eiffel Tower?If you want to shoot the Eiffel Tower, go to Paris!What is there to photograph in this place?

She's in the White House.The White House is like a corridor, and she felt like her body was like a spinning top. She was whipped hard by loneliness and started to spin aimlessly. This corridor is suitable for spinning tops.There are small shops selling foreign trade clothes everywhere. Looking around, she feels that all the shopkeepers have a wrong vision. The goods are either outdated or mediocre. It is rare to see a pair of white hot pants that she likes. On the next day, she blamed the wrong size on the clothes. The female shopkeeper squinted at her waist and said, "My size is correct, but it's your body's fault. Are you pregnant?"She rolled her eyes, not wanting to argue with the hostess any longer, and left sullenly.She is a pregnant woman, and she has to admit that her figure has changed, and she is not suitable for wearing hot pants.

I had no choice but to go back to Lao Ruan's hotel.Lao Ruan went to Guangdong to discuss business, and she was relieved of a burden of entertainment for the time being, happy to be quiet.She has never developed a permanent hobby, and she goes to bed early at night, watching TV series in bed.The screen tells about other people's lives, full of twists and turns, surprises and surprises. While watching it seriously, she severely criticizes the plot. It's fake, deceitful, and ridiculous.After nightfall, there was still noise outside the window. There was a group of middle school students having a birthday party in the cafe downstairs, and they were singing birthday songs loudly in English.She also often sings birthday songs for the guests. For some reason, she has always hated birthday songs, especially in the small rooms of the guest house. The singing is almost an offense to her.Other people's birthdays reflect her bleak life experience, and other people's happiness magnifies her loneliness in this city.She suddenly felt sorry for herself, and was angry at all the voices outside the window. She got up and ran into the bathroom, took a glass of water from the mouthwash cup, and poured it out of the window.She poured three glasses of water in a row until she heard a woman screaming downstairs.Someone was being punished, she felt better, she brushed her teeth with the fourth glass of water, she looked at herself in the mirror, saw a tired and resentful face, blue eyes, toothpaste foam at the corner of her mouth, it was her own face, she Just as disgusted, he poured the remaining half glass of water on the mirror. Many of her friends are lurking in this city.Someone leaked her new phone number to Qu Ying's ex-wife. That woman kept calling her cell phone, sending her text messages, asking about the whereabouts of a watch. Where's Omega?What about Qu Ying's Omega?I don't want you to return it, just return the watch to me!When she heard Qu Ying's name and thought of him and his white horse, she felt like an old movie scene, as if it had passed away.Later, when she saw an unfamiliar number, she always imagined the identity of the caller in front of those Arabic numbers, and the faces of those long-lost friends gradually emerged, with a chilling air.There won't be any good news, so why answer the phone?What others owed her, she worked hard to pursue, and what she owed to others was often unable to repay.The contract with Mr. Pang is already in hand, and she is going to cut off the inextricable connection with this city. She decided to leave at noon that day, but the door of the room could not be opened.Through the crack of the door, she saw a green nylon rope tied to the doorknob, and the other end of the rope was tied to the stairs, still shaking slightly.Here comes the rope.The rope is Baorun's shadow, she knows that the rope is coming, and Baorun will come.Baorun is like a ghost chasing the murderer, and the ghost comes again.She called the waiter and threw a tantrum at her.The waiter untied the rope very aggrieved, and said, miss, don't get angry with us, we don't know what kind of relationship you have, that man is waiting for you below, saying it's your husband, did you run away from home?She pointed to the girl's nose and said, are you all retarded?Look at his appearance, he is not worthy of being my pony boy, how could he be my husband?He is a lunatic who escaped from Jingting Hospital! She couldn't hide, so she had no choice but to face it.Bao Run sat on the sofa in the lobby and read the newspaper. She pulled the suitcase and walked straight to him. Are you my husband?I ran away from home?She said, that's good, I will go home with you now, tell me, where is home? Her deliberate tough attitude frightened Bao Run, but it was a pity that only for a short moment, Bao Run quickly showed a weird smile, okay, come home with me, you said it yourself.He said, come with me, I have a villa, you will know when you go. You have a villa, and I have a helicopter.She satirized him and looked at the two waiters at the counter. What are you doing there?Quickly get out your phone and take a picture of this person.She said, if there is something wrong with me, this person must be the murderer, you should remember to report it. The two waiters were very flustered. The young man was bolder and asked her if she wanted to call the police?She glanced at Baorun and said, it's not necessary yet, first get the evidence, you just take a photo with your mobile phone.The young man took out his mobile phone from his body, glanced at Baorun, and finally dared not do anything wrong.Baorun walked over by himself, standing upright, just take a few more photos.He said to the young man, I am not afraid of you, what are you afraid of?Shoot, when the time comes to report the crime, you can get a bonus. She glared at Baorun with hatred.Baorun posed several times, front and side, and let the young man pat him on the back of the head.After taking a photo with the mobile phone, he came to pick up her suitcase. Well, after the evidence collection, even the back of the head was taken. Are you relieved now?He said, what you say means what you say, you can go now, follow me to my villa. She grabbed the suitcase and sat on the sofa without moving.With a person like you, I can't talk properly. I'll talk to Director Liu of the Public Security Bureau.The smile on the corner of her mouth was obviously threatening, and her index finger flicked nimbly on the phone, flipped through the number for a long time, and finally said, forget it, this shit, how can I alarm Bureau Liu?How about treating you to a meal?She said, it doesn't matter if you order a place, it's more expensive, I'll have a good drink with you today. I do like a few drinks.He smiled and said, but it's not worth it for you to invite me to eat and drink. How many glasses of wine can you drink with a meal?A glass of wine can offset a week at most, and I have been in it for ten years. Do the math, how much wine do you have to drink to offset those ten years? How many cups can be counted.After dinner, let's go to the shopping mall. Your clothes are too shabby, like a refugee. I'll buy you some decent clothes, and then go to karaoke with you, okay? He shook his head and said, "You still don't understand me. I don't care about clothes. You can give me one to offset one day at most. Karaoke is free. I'm not interested. I can't offset it for an hour. It's a waste of money. It's not worth it." . Then tell me, what is the best deal?She stared at him sharply, and suddenly sneered, "It's the best deal for me to sleep with you?"You want to sleep, sleep, sleep, don't you? His eyes jumped in a panic, slowly fell from her face, and landed on the suitcase.He started to study the shipping label on the box, have you been to Paris?I also know a few foreign languages, and I learned foreign languages ​​there.He drew a few times on the shipping label with his finger, and said, why are people who have been to Paris so tacky?Our problems can't be solved by drinking or sleeping. I'm asking you to dance Xiaola, Xiaola, can you still dance? As if being pricked by a needle, she shivered.Her face turned pale in an instant, she gritted her teeth and said, "No dance, no dance, I don't dance Xiaola." He seemed to have anticipated her refusal, and it didn't happen.You still don't give me face, huh?I don't know how to dance, I only know how to dance, and I learned to dance with men. I have danced with men for ten years. Today I want to dance with women, and today I want to dance with you. Thank you for your kindness, I can't dance, I forgot.She said, what age is it, go to the dance hall and nightclub to see, who else is dancing?What kind of little pull is it that the soil turtle dances. I am a soil beetle, and the soil beetle asks you to do a little dance, okay? She squinted his face, studied his eyes.After being silent for a while, she smiled contemptuously. Is it really Tiaoxiaola?Is it that simple?Please don't treat me like an idiot, what medicine do you sell in your gourd, pour it out for me as soon as possible. There is no other medicine when it is poured out, it is still Xiaola.You'll know when you go, I don't mean anything else, I just want to be fair. There was something in his words, and she began to listen carefully to his explanation of fairness, but Baorun lit a cigarette and stopped talking.His finger holding the cigarette was trembling. For the first time, she found a sad look on his face, as well as a trace of exhaustion.He rubbed his cheeks with his hands, hesitant to speak several times.What is fairness?How is it fair?She guessed he couldn't say it, or, he couldn't say it.She took out a cigarette from his cigarette box, lit it herself, and said, let's make a deal, I'll go all out today, and I'll pay you back what I owe you, and I'll give you whatever fairness you want , From then on, we will settle the accounts, and we will return from the bridge to the bridge from now on, okay?