Chapter 80 Section 80

Just when I was at a loss for the dead money, a dramatic incident happened, which I still find ridiculous until now. Once, when I was out on errands, I passed by a construction site. A man was standing on a tall building, and there were many people watching from below, as well as several members of the security team and the police.I found out that it was a man in his fifties who was working alone on a construction site in Dongguan, but he was seriously ill recently and had no money for treatment. I felt sad for a while.A man who is about the same age as my father should have spent his old age at home, but now he is struggling to make ends meet.On such a tiring construction site, when I was sick because I had no money and could not borrow money, I gradually felt very disappointed with this society, so this kind of behavior occurred.

The police below are trying to persuade him, but there are also discordant voices around, and many spectators are urging him to jump off the building.I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took out the only one thousand yuan I had with me and put my business card with the words "Come to me if you have difficulties, cherish life" written on it, and put it in a transparent plastic bag. The police handed him a bamboo pole. I don't want to read on anymore, and I don't know if the money ended up in his hands, or if he got it.I'm leaving, my heart is very cold and cold.I know that my way of leaving my name for my good deeds makes people feel hypocritical, but I think hypocritical leaving my name can help more thoroughly.

Just when I was about to forget about it, the old man called me and thanked me face to face. It seems that the money must have been in his hands. I took the old man to the factory and asked Wang Feng to arrange a job for him within his ability. Just when I thought this matter would end like this, the old man shocked me again. This time he also committed suicide, but in the office of the boss of the debtor.Holding an opened bottle of pesticide, he sternly told the boss, in his mouth, I became his son.A story emerged like this: the son started a business with great difficulty, and was almost bankrupted by unscrupulous merchants. As a father, he watched anxiously and threatened to collect the money with death.

I stood there in amazement, how did he know I was here?How did he get here?How did he get into the factory?How did you get into the boss's office?I couldn't believe my eyes, I don't approve of this almost rogue approach.But what I had to believe was that the boss of this factory was disgusted by the pungent pesticide smell, and instead of kicking us out, he notified the finance department to pay the payment on the same day. The thorny matter that I have not solved has been solved by a nasty old man in such a nasty way.A thing that goes according to the normal procedure will not work, but the sloppy moves can get things done, with higher efficiency.This era is really sad.

The old man told me that he has always been very grateful to me, not only giving money but also helping arrange work.He heard at the factory that I was too busy with the payment of goods recently. He felt that he could not help me much, but he must do something for me. The old man bought a bottle of pesticide, packed it in a beautiful box, and followed me all the way to this delayed factory.After watching me go in, he rented a small truck outside, spent 40 yuan to pretend to be a delivery entourage, and entered the factory. Then he asked the sweeping aunt for the location of the boss's office, and went straight in without paying attention to the blocking of the front desk. In the boss's office, there was a scene of forcing money with pesticides in hand.

The old man happily talked about his pioneering work. I really couldn't find words to teach him, so I could only smile silly.Although the old man came from a hard life, he is still very smart. He only knows that it is only right and proper to help me receive money. The old man often talked about helping me to collect the payment in the factory. Almost everyone in the factory knew about it. I began to feel a little disgusted with his approach. I was gratified that he thought of me, but publicity can also destroy For me, it's not something to be honored after all. Xuanke is getting more and more busy. Haifeng's former colleagues knew that Xuanke's business was very good, so they wanted me to invite them out to play.I happened to have something to do when I came that day, so I asked Wang Feng to receive them.

The best place to connect with Haifeng's colleagues is at the wine table. Wang Feng and I accompanied them to the restaurant.The more I drank, the more I talked. It seemed that everyone was a little drunk, but my mind was still clear. "Brother Han, now that you are the boss, when will we come over to hang out with you?" A former colleague of Haifeng's compliment made me very happy, but the following scene surprised me. "He's not the real boss yet. The real boss is Li Hai. It doesn't matter what Han Yu says." Wang Feng was a little drunk, hiccupping the words that the speaker didn't mean but the listener meant.

"Why do you say that?" I glared at Wang Feng. The people around saw that I was a little unhappy, and they all wanted to use drinking to divert the topic. Alcohol can reveal people's true nature. Wang Feng stood up holding his wine glass, ignoring the embarrassing atmosphere at the time, and uttered a bold sentence: "Han Yu invested, but that little money is a drop in the bucket, and now Li Hai is the real Boss, if you have time, you can go and see who is the legal person on Xuanke's business license? It's Li Hai, not Han Yu. Han Yu, are you right?" Wang Feng's words stunned the people around, I never thought he would say such a thing.Although this is a drunken talk, I absolutely cannot tolerate him talking nonsense in front of my former colleagues, not to mention that Wang Feng didn't invest a penny, even if Li Hai said it, I can't forgive him. What does he mean?

I quickly stood up, fixed my eyes on Wang Feng and roared angrily: "Get lost, what right do you have to say that?" Wang Feng threw away the wine glass in his hand, stared at me fiercely, slammed the door and left, leaving his stunned colleagues looking at me in bewilderment. I slumped on the chair, unable to calm down for a long time. This is what I think is the best brother. The long-term accumulation of conflicts finally broke out completely after drinking. It was no accident that my optimism began to crumble at that moment, and I began to understand that my future had been clouded.