Chapter 3 three

Two days later, the business of Mr. Lin's shop, which was "launched", was really good, and he could do business for more than 30 yuan a day.Mrs. Lin's hiccups have been greatly reduced, with an average of once every five minutes; Miss Lin jumps in and out between the shop and the "inner house", her face is red and she is always smiling, and sometimes she even helps greet business at the shop until Lin The aunt called her again and again, before she ran in, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and hurriedly said: "Oh my god, why did you ask me to come in again! I don't think it's hard work! Mom! Dad is so tired that he is sweating all over his body and his voice is hoarse! — A customer bought something worth five yuan just now! Mom! Don't be afraid I'm working hard, don't be afraid! Dad told me to rest for a while and go out!"

Aunt Lin just nodded, hiccupped, and said "Great Mercy and Great Compassion Bodhisattva".In the living room, there was a porcelain statue of Avalokitesvara enshrined, and a stick of incense was lit. Mrs. Lin swayed over and kowtowed, thanking the Bodhisattva for her blessing, and praying for the Bodhisattva’s mercy, bless Mr. Lin’s business always so good, bless Lin The young lady is easy to grow up, and next year she will have a good son-in-law. However, although Mr. Lin, who was busy at the shop, worked hard to do business, with a constant smile on his face, he seemed to be pulled by a few threads in his heart.Every time he sold it for one yuan, Mr. Lin couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken when he saw the customer happily leaving with the paper bag in his arms. In his calculation, he added a loss of five cents of the original capital.He tried several times to convert the full loss of every dollar during this "big sale" into three points, but no matter what, he got five points after all the calculations.Although the business is good, the more he sells, the more he feels distressed.When greeting customers at the counter, his ambivalence sometimes almost made him faint.Occasionally, he sneaked a glance at Yu Changxiang who was diagonally across the door, and felt that the clerks and shopkeepers standing idle by the counter over there had mocking smiles on their lips, as if they were saying, "Look at this fool surnamed Lin, he really lost money." Put it on the market! Just watch it, the better his business is, the more he will lose money, and the sooner he will go bankrupt!" At that time, Mr. Lin bit his lip, and decided to increase the order no matter what tomorrow, and to mark the inferior goods First class prices.

The head of the chamber of commerce who was mediating for Mr. Lin on the issue of "sealed oriental goods" also smiled slightly when he walked past the Lin's shop, stopped to congratulate Mr. Lin, patted Mr. Lin on the shoulder, and said softly: "How about it? Four hundred yuan is not a waste of money! ——But, Director Bu, you have to decorate it a little bit, in case he is jealous and wants to blackmail you. If business is good, there will be many jealous people; Director Bu is not angry, they are going to provoke him!" Mr. Lin thanked the President of the Chamber of Commerce for his concern. He was so surprised that he almost lost the energy to do business.

However, what disturbed him the most was that Shousheng in the shop had gone out to collect the bill and hadn't returned yet. Mr. Lin was waiting for the money collected by Shousheng to pay the "guest bill".The bill collector of Shanghai Dongsheng shop had already arrived in the town the day before yesterday, and Mr. Lin was so urged that he didn't hesitate anymore.If Shousheng doesn't come again, Mr. Lin can only borrow money from Hengyuan Bank. In this way, Mr. Lin will pay another fifty or sixty yuan in interest. This is really more distressing than cutting flesh for Mr. Lin who is seeing a loss.

Around four o'clock, Mr. Lin suddenly heard people passing by on the street discussing something in a chaotic manner. People's faces were very anxious, as if something serious had happened.Concerned about the safety of Shousheng who went out to collect the bills, Mr. Lin thought that the express boat must have been robbed by robbers, and his heart was beating wildly.He caught a passerby and asked anxiously: "What's the matter? Did Lishi Kuaiban get robbed by robbers?" "Oh! Are robbers robbing again? The road is so uneven! Robbing is still a trivial matter, so where do you want to kidnap people?"

The man, the famous monk Lu of the Han Dynasty, answered vaguely, while looking at the colorful goods in Mr. Lin's shop with half his eyes closed.Mr. Lin couldn't figure it out, and was even more anxious. He left Monk Lu and asked the second person who approached, Wang Sanmao at the bridge. "I heard that the Lishi class was robbed, is it true?" "That must have been done by Taibao Shu's subordinates. Taibao Shu was shot, how powerful his subordinates are!" While Wang Sanmao answered, he just walked away.But Mr. Lin was in a panic, and cold sweat came out of his forehead.He had long guessed that Shousheng must be coming back today, and he would come back by express boat from Lishi, the last place booked in the collection procedure; With that said, is there any doubt?Mr. Lin actually forgot that the so-called "Lishi Ban was robbed by robbers" was his own invention!His face was full of sweat, and he ran straight to the "inner house"; he forgot to cross the threshold by the pair of butterfly doors, and almost tripped over.

"Father! There is a war in Shanghai! The Japanese soldiers set bombs and burned Zhabei—" Miss Lin yelled and ran to Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin was taken aback.The war in Shanghai had nothing to do with him, but since the "Oriental soldiers" were involved, it seemed that he had to ask.Looking at his daughter's excited face, he asked: "Did the Japanese soldiers drop bombs? Where did you hear that?" "That's what everyone on the street said. The Japanese soldiers fired cannons and dropped bombs. Zhabei was burned down!" "Oh, so, did someone say that the Lishi Kuaiban robbers robbed them?"

Miss Lin shook her head, and rushed outside like a moth to a flame.Mr. Lin hesitated for a while, and stood by the butterfly door scratching his scalp.Aunt Lin hiccupped inside, and prayed in a low voice: "Buddha bless you, don't let the bomb fall on us!" Mr. Lin turned around and went back to the shop, only to see his daughter and two shop assistants having a lively conversation.Jin Huo, the owner of the Xiangmenshengtai grocery store, also stood outside the counter and talked.There was a war in Shanghai, Dongyang planes threw bombs and burned Zhabei, and Shanghai has gone on strike, all of which have been confirmed.Do robbers rob fast boats?No one has ever heard of it!Is there a fast train in Lishi?Already arrived, safe journey.The golden tiger saw that the man on the fast boat had just passed by with two cattail bags on his back.Mr. Lin breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Shousheng hadn't come back today, but he also knew that he was lucky enough not to be robbed by robbers.

Now the whole street is talking about the war in Shanghai.The boys scolded "Oriental tortoises!" in the commotion, and someone shouted in the street: "If you buy more oriental goods, you're a fool!" Ms. Lin's face flushed a lot when she heard this.Mr. Lin did not move his expression.Everyone sells oriental goods, and after spending hundreds of dollars, they all have a license: "Just tear off the oriental trademark." Now all the goods in his store are called "domestic products", and buyers are also They all said "domestic products, domestic products" and took them away.At a time when everyone on the street is not thinking about business because of the war in Shanghai, Mr. Lin is always thinking about his business.He still refused to spend a lot of money to borrow money from the banker, so he went to talk to the customer of Shanghai Haojia's debt collector and asked him to wait another day or two.His birthday is extremely late and should arrive tomorrow evening.

"Boss Lin, you are also a sensible person. How can you say such a thing! Now that Shanghai is on fire, maybe the train will not pass tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I can't wait to leave tonight! Why wait another day or two? Please You pay the bill today, and I can leave early tomorrow morning. I also eat other people's food, please take care of me!" The Shanghai guest rejected Mr. Lin's EQ without accommodation.Mr. Lin seemed to have nothing to discuss, so he had no choice but to go to Hengyuan Bank to borrow money.He was also afraid that the "money monkey" would know that he needed it urgently, and would take advantage of the fire to rob and raise the interest rate.Unexpectedly, the tone of the manager of the bank was completely wrong.The consumptive ghost manager listened to Mr. Lin's application, but did not answer. He just held his antique hookah and whined, until he finished burning a piece of paper, and then said slowly:

"It can't be done! The Dongyang soldiers are fighting, Shanghai is on strike, and banks and banks are closed. I don't know when they will do it well! Once the road in Shanghai is cut off, our village will become a crab with no feet, no exchange and transfer, no matter how good the account is than Zun I had no choice but to give up. I'm sorry, but I can't help you!" Mr. Lin was stunned for a moment, always thinking that the consumptive manager deliberately made things difficult for him to raise the interest rate, and was about to say a few words of pleading, but unexpectedly the manager forced him a step further: "I told you just now that the letter he got told us to tighten up our plate because I'm afraid this time the troubles will get worse! Your lord originally owed five hundred, and on the 22nd day, another hundred, the total is six hundred, at the end of the year. Everything has to be settled; we are also considered regular customers, so let’s write a letter first today, so as not to waste too much time and embarrass everyone.” "Oh—but it's a real embarrassment in a small shop. It depends on how the bill goes." Mr. Lin was stunned for a while, and then he said these two sentences. "Hey! Why be polite! The business in Baohao has been different these days. It's only 600 yuan. Is it embarrassing? I explained it to my brother today, and I hope everything will be settled. I'm good in front of me. Confession." The consumptive ghost manager said coldly, and stood up.Mr. Lin turned cold, seeing that the situation was irreversible, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out of the bank.Only then did he realize that the war in Shanghai would also affect his small shop.This year’s New Year’s Eve is really sad: Shanghai’s bill collectors immediately demand money, Hengyuan is not allowed to wait for the New Year, Shousheng hasn’t come back yet, I know what’s wrong with him, last year only 80% of the town’s account was collected, this year it looks like He couldn't even pinpoint 80% - the road ahead of him was just one: "Suspend business and clear accounts"!And this road is tantamount to bankruptcy, he has long lost his own capital in this shop, once it is cleaned up, what is left to him is a family of three and three naked! The more Mr. Lin thought about it, the more hesitant he became. When he walked across the Wangxian Bridge, he looked at the muddy water under the bridge and almost wanted to jump to finish the job.But someone called him behind his back: "Mr. Lin, there is a war in Shanghai. Is it true? I heard that a soldier has just been transferred from outside Dongzha. They went to the chamber of commerce to ask for a loan of 20,000 yuan. The chamber of commerce is in a meeting!" Mr. Lin hurriedly turned his head to look, and it turned out that it was Chen Laoqi who had two hundred yuan in his shop and was also a creditor of Mr. Lin. "Oh--" Mr. Lin shivered, only answered this, and hurried off the bridge, and ran home in one breath.