Chapter 44 Business

The man in the opposite yard has been lying there lazily for most of the day.Harry watched him through the window, and a strange fire surged inside him. "Look at him," he buttoned his shirt, shaking his head in disgust, "doing nothing all day, just sitting there and dying." "Harry," said his wife, "Mr. Gooch can't help it either. A lot of people are unemployed these days." "Yes." Harry reached for his tie.He was a man in his fifties, bald and stocky, with a protruding belly that seemed to overwhelm his expensive trousers.He went on to say: "Like that Gucci guy over there, they might be too lazy to even move a finger, where will someone give them a job."

Mrs. Harley grabbed a home dress and put it on.Unlike Harry, she was slender, though she had wrinkles on her face and crow's feet around her eyes, and she was losing her husband's favor. "I was told once that he was a mechanical engineer," she said. Harry laughed, "No wonder they're going to fire him, there's something right about him. His car keeps breaking down, his mower catches fire when he doesn't move, and..." "Don't blame the poor man. " "Well, something is wrong anyway. Look at me, getting dressed and going to work in the store. And he, just lay there watching the sunrise. Not only that, but I was working on other people's days off. Other people's time On weekends, I've got to go south for business. I sometimes work seven days a week to pay taxes to help support lazy people like Gucci. Oh my god, if I lose my job too—" "Damn you," said Mrs. Harley sarcastically, "stop talking nonsense out there. You inherited your business from your father, and your father from—" "Shut up."

"You don't like Mr. Gooch, is it really because he is unemployed? Or did he support your opponent for the election of village chief last year?" "I've forgotten about that," replied Harry, putting on his tie. "I'm a little skeptical. Anyway, at the party at An Lun's house tonight, if you see him—" "Are you kidding, you mean he will be invited to the party at An Lun's house?" "That's right. His wife and children have gone back to her natal home. The An Lun couple thought it was pitiful for him to sit in a big house all day long, so they invited him. So when you see him tonight, promise me not to let him down tower."

"I won't promise anything." "Come on, Harry..." "Don't talk to me like a primary school teacher," he said angrily, putting on his coat and heading for the door. "I'm sick of that tone." He has been looking for excuses to quarrel with his wife.The sooner she got into trouble, the better she filed for divorce.He would no longer have to hide his little lover in the south. But Mrs Harley wasn't hooked, and on the verge of an argument, she hesitated before saying, "I'm sorry, I know you're busy and I shouldn't have pissed you off."

Harry seemed to be the thirstiest person at the buffet party at the Allen's that night. He mixed a glass of Martell for himself, sat in the yard chatting with a group of men, bragging and showing off his career. When he was mixing the second glass of wine, Gu Qi from the opposite yard came in.He was in his early forties, not tall, with melancholy eyes.He took a can of beer and stood at the edge of the crowd. Harry came back and continued talking with the people for a while.Then he tasted the wine and stared at Gucci, the anger in his heart came out again.When he couldn't take it anymore, he cleared his throat and said, "Gucci, how long have you been unemployed?" "Well, it's been four months."

"Then tell me why you don't look for another job these days." People's conversations slowly stopped. Gooch uneasily shifted his weight from one leg to the other, and said slowly, "Well, I've been hoping that the company would bring me back. They said they would let me go back and continue working as soon as the business improved." "How do you live these days? Just sitting there, getting unemployment benefits?" "That money and our savings," Gooch said. "The amount of relief is limited." "Maybe not much for you. But for a taxpayer like me, it's not like, 'Forget it,'" someone interrupted, "It can't be said that it's his fault—" "No, I'm going to say something Well," went on Harry, "the whole system is wrong, some people are fed by other people, and indefinitely.Yes, anyone can be fired and out of work for a while.But if it were me, I'd try somewhere else, so I wouldn't be so stupid and wait for the company to come and get me back. "

Gucci smiled slightly, "Age like me?" He shook his head and said, "No one wants me." "How do you know? Unless you try." "I have tried many places, but they are all the same. I think I am too old." "Then, why don't you start your own business? You're a mechanical engineer, and that's a valuable skill. You say you have savings. Why, are you afraid of risking your own money?" "It's not like that, I—well, there are other things involved. Like selling stuff, yes, I've got stuff I can sell for money, but I'd be the worst salesman in the world, I don't have that and I don't Eloquence, and—”

"You're just making excuses. If a man has faith in what he's selling, anyone can." Harry shook his head. "But some people would rather live like parasites and die of old age—" Mrs. Harry went away Come on, "Enough, you're too much." "I'm just saying what everyone thinks." "No, you're not, you just want to prove that you're the loudest, the wildest, the stupidest..." "Okay," Gooch interrupted her. "I don't want to cause trouble, maybe I'd better say goodbye..." With that, he turned and left in a hurry.

Ignoring the cold stares of those present, Harry raised his glass and swallowed Martell.Enough of this woman, enough of this country man in the suburbs, to the south tomorrow, to meet his sweetheart... After dusk the next day, when the sky was slightly dark, Harry was walking on a street leading to his golden house.Everything went smoothly.After the banquet yesterday, the couple had a big fight.While yelling at each other, he deliberately guided her, asking her to agree to seek a lawyer and agree to a divorce. That means he'll soon be able to take his little sweetheart out of this slum and into a nice house where no one cares if you're married or living together.

In the alley ahead, a man in black came out and blocked the way. He was the Gucci opposite. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked. "Your wife sent me." "she knows--" "Your little sweetheart? Yes, she told me she'd known it for months. Now I tell you I'm on the company's roll as a mechanical engineer, which is fine. But that's just a fancy name. My real job is to be a killer. ""The underworld? " "Yes, the company I work for is quite big, and business has been bad recently, so I followed your advice and started my own business. Although my salesmanship is not good, I finally found my first customer. That is your wife. I told When her price for killing you is 10,000 yuan, she thinks it's not bad. Then she doesn't have to wait for a divorce, and doesn't have to divide any property, and she can inherit every penny of yours. "

Harry opened his mouth, but his voice was drowned out by a gunshot...