"How many good sisters do you have? Why do every sister is so haggard? How many good sisters do you have? Why do every sister marry in tears? Ah~~ Who do you love in your heart, my brother..."

The speakers at the door of the hair salon across the street were constantly questioning every passerby, and the passers-by were like eggplants made by frost, coming and going in a hurry, and no one stopped to answer.

The weather is too hot, and the two tall poplar trees on the road hang listlessly and pull the leaves. Occasionally, a slight wind blows, so they sway lazily. This is the summer of 1995, and this summer seems unusually stuffy.

Zhang Sheng sat under the shade of the tree and was playing chess with a middle-aged man opposite him. Zhang Sheng was wearing simple clothes, his top looked like a shabby electrician uniform, with long hair, standing stubbornly, and his appearance was quite handsome. Unfortunately, the clothes and hairstyle covered all this only advantage, making the young man, who was just twenty-four, look a little sloppy.

The middle-aged man opposite was in his forties, tall figure, big back, round belly, expensive clothes, a parka in his top pocket, and a paper fan full of copper coins in his hand. The identities of each other seem to be quite different.

Next to it is a small restaurant. On a hot day, no customers come to the door. A half-bald fat man sat inside the door, with his legs spurted without any image, brushing the flies one after another, and he looked drowsy. A little girl wearing an apron was sitting inside. She looked like a country girl with dark skin and always had a dark red face. She was holding a small mirror in her hand and was pressing and touching her face.

Zhang Sheng is one of the owners of this small restaurant. The other owner is Guo Yixing, a fat man who is sitting in the house and is sleepy. Both of them were employees of Samsung printing factory. When the factory was merged and laid off by foreign investors, both of them were removed from work, so they used resettlement funds to open the small restaurant together.

The middle-aged man opposite Zhang Sheng is named Xu Haisheng. He is the deputy director of the Samsung printing factory who is in charge of financial work. The Santana parked next to him is his car. Today, he passed by here when he was doing business. When he saw his old chess friend, he got off the car and talked to him about the past and killed a game.

"Here, come a cigarette!" Director Xu handed him a seven-wolf with a smile.

"Oh, thank you, factory director!" Zhang Sheng quickly took it over: "My cigarette is not good, Ji Qing, I don't have the nerve to give you a respect, haha, I've even smoked your cigarette. Thank you, factory director, thank you."

He took the cigarette and sniffed it, clamped it on his ear, and continued to play chess with the old factory manager. The two were chess friends. It turned out that when they were in the same factory, Director Xu took him over and killed him in the last game with him. They were quite familiar with each other.

When the factory layoffs, Zhang Sheng also thought about taking the path of Director Xu and perhaps staying with him. But then he thought that he had no deeper friendship except playing chess with Director Xu. Director Xu might not be able to take such a small worker as a person in mind. At that time, Zhang Sheng was shy and too sensitive to self-esteem. He was not as mature as he has now after the struggle and training of life, so he naturally became a laid-off worker.

The two have been playing chess for a long time and are familiar with each other's routines. Director Xu likes to open and close chess, and his momentum is like a mountain of Tai to press the top, a lion fights against a rabbit, and his attack is fierce. Whenever he starts chess, he must be good at attacking with two cannons first.

On the other hand, Zhang Sheng is completely different. He must jump into the first step and take action in the second step. The opponent's "army" has attacked the base camp. He may not have a single son crossing the boundary river, but his own side must be arranged without revealing water and defending extremely strictly, and then he will step by step and gradually counterattack.

Zhang Sheng's style of playing is completely opposite to Director Xu. Zhang Sheng is the kind of person who is not sure about victory and defeat first, and Director Xu's self-confidence is obviously much stronger than him. At this time, Director Xu's two armies were approaching his old coach, but Zhang Sheng had also secretly ambushed the murderous intent.

One of his cannons was placed next to the old coach, looking at one side, pointing to the opponent in front, only one horse and a small pawn crossing the boundary river. However, Director Xu was eager to attack, and there were many loopholes in his defense. As long as he was anxious to attack one step instead of tight defense, Zhang Sheng could force his old coach out with an undercover general, and the small pawn crossing the river played a decisive role.

But Director Xu obviously did not notice this crisis, or he was too keen on attacking. In half of Zhang Sheng's country, he could have at least four exquisite combinations of killing methods to eat Zhang Sheng's old coach. This game of chess was so exciting. He picked up the chess piece and thought about how to win this game beautifully.

Perhaps he had seen Zhang Sheng's move of killing chess, because Zhang Sheng noticed that his eyes had once stopped at his seemingly lonely horse without lethality, but he finally smiled and moved back his eyes. Because Zhang Sheng had never looked at the horse, he frowned and stared at the chess face in front of him, as if he was thinking about a way to solve the situation.

Even if Director Xu saw the move, he didn't think that Zhang Sheng could see it himself. Underestimating the enemy sometimes made big mistakes. When Director Xu asked the army to be promoted, he finally tasted the taste of underestimating the enemy. A slutty horse, a crossing river bar, and a sea cannon. No matter how many troops and thousands of horses were, he had no time to rescue him.

"Okay, boy!" Director Xu laughed: "I've been fooled, I've been fooled, I've been fooled by your kid. You guy is so stupid, you pretend to be good enough, even I've hidden it, hahaha..."

Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "You can't do it without pretending to be like you. The factory manager's chess is so good. I can't win if I don't attack you."

Director Xu smiled and waved his hand, "I am willing to accept the loss, and I am willing to accept the loss."

He raised his wrist and looked at the Omiga gold watch and said, "Oh, no, I can't get it off any more. I'll go to the stock exchange ahead to check the market, and then I have to rush back to the unit."

He stood up, walked over and opened the car door, and turned back and said, "Xiao Zhang, I'll leave first, haha, let's see how I deal with you next time!"

"Okay, the factory manager often comes when he is free!" Zhang Sheng stood up and said goodbye.

Fatty Guo yawned, opened the curtain and walked out from inside. Zhang Sheng was picking up chess pieces there, and Fatty Guo kicked him in the butt.

"Damn!" Zhang Sheng immediately jumped up and chased.

Fatty Guo has a fat body. Although he is wide and fat, he is a sentimental man. He is in poor health and his heart often stops. According to himself, sometimes his heart stops at midnight. Suddenly, he wakes up and looks at the faint moonlight. Imagine that if he can't get up, his wife will remarry someone else. His baby fat son will be bullied by his stepfather. He often thinks about it and tears will fall. Although such a man does not shed tears when he feels, he will be frightened by his son. He is as emotional as Lin Meimei, and he is sensitive enough as a man.

Seeing Zhang Sheng jumped up and making trouble with him, he hurriedly said, "Don't make trouble, I'll sweat when I stand, I can't stand it!"

Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "No, those who offend my chrysanthemum will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Damn it, I will punish you. You will pay the rent for this month alone!" Fatty Guo used his trump card.

When Zhang Sheng heard about the rent, he immediately became weak. Two people with no business experience ran to open a restaurant when they were hot and guarded the back door of the medical school. There were quite a few students, but they were simple to eat, at most one fried noodles and one shredded potatoes. It was only more lively when there was a football match. The students sat until the end of the football match, with each bowl of noodles.

Alas, the house with three bedrooms and one living room is only 2,000 yuan, the chef is 1,200 yuan, the water case is 800 yuan, and the two waiters are 500 yuan. It has been open for half a year. The accounts are settled every month, and the profits are barely enough to pay these fees. The two of them are here to work voluntarily.

When will we make money by opening a hotel in this place? Thinking of the current embarrassment, both of them looked sad.

Fatty Guo was silent for a while and said, "Shengzi, I've been calculating. Our hotel will definitely not make any money. I heard that the Medical School will open a second hospital at the end of the year and transfer a group of students. It will be even more complete then, what do you think?"

Zhang Sheng sighed and asked, "Brother Guo, we have something to say, what are your plans?"

Fatty Guo shook his head with a bitter face: "We are two young men. Why are we obsessed with being fooled by others? Well, we stuck to our hands and couldn't take off our hands. I was so anxious when I thought about it. We posted a notice on the store two months ago, but we just couldn't take it out. People are all monkey and monkey and monkey and sent their family to count the customers, see what they eat, and calculate the transaction volume for the day. We invited relatives and friends to pretend to be customers, and they could see that I was helpless."

He slapped his thigh and said, "If you can't get out of the store, you can only pay for money when you drive it. We don't go back to work for a day, but it's not a solution. I'll check... Otherwise, let's close the business, sell the things, as long as you get the money back."

Zhang Sheng experienced setbacks in his life, and was no longer as naive as before, and was impulsive as he was before. In fact, he had thought about the dilemma of a small restaurant, but before he reached the last step, he always held a glimmer of hope and hoped to exchange the store and try his best to recover the losses. However, the notice was posted for two months, and no one cared about it, which affected the business. There was really nothing he could do.

He sat there for a long time and sighed, "Actually, I thought about it too, alas, the more I think about it, the more I feel depressed, why don't I... invite the landlord in the afternoon, stir-fry a few dishes and drink wine, and discuss with him, let's... stop doing it!"

Life is like walking in a maze, and you will never know what will happen below, just like you don’t know if you can get out of the maze in the end, or there is no outlet for this maze at all. Destiny is like a game of chess. If it has already become a dead game, then what else can you do except throw a piece and admit defeat and start a new job? For these two brothers in distress, they are now a dead game.

"That won't work! We have one code, two younger brothers, I'm not making things difficult for you, we're brothers, we're making clear accounts, right? The contract we signed is two years, and you've only worked for half a year. If you say you don't do it, you'll stop working. What should I do with this store? If you can repay it, pay the rent for me according to the original contract, I won't say anything, but you'll close your business... No, no!"

The landlord Ye Zhiqiu was 35 or 36 years old, not tall, with a black, thin and oily appearance. His hair was sparse on his forehead. He used only a few strands of long hair to push it from his side to cover the rosy and fleshy head, which was invisible to the roots of the hair. He sipped his wine and sipped the dishes, and ate it happily, but no matter how pitiful the two of them said, they just didn't let go.

Fatty Guo was anxious and gasped: "I said Brother Ye, you are too unreasonable to say this? We two have been working for you for nothing in the past six months? We have been paying a lot of money. We also have wives and children to raise. Your house is still yours. What losses do you have? You can't be too extreme in life!"

Ye Zhiqiu sneered with a pile of chopsticks, "Two, I didn't force you either. Our contract is written in black and white. I can't control you if you really want to close your business. However, you have to pay the rent, otherwise you will have to pay me a penalty of 10,000 yuan if you violate the contract. This has been booked long ago."

Fatty Guo said angrily: "How can you be like this? Oh, let's work for you for two years together? I'll stop working, I can't pay you the house? How can I make such a reason in the world? Aren't you forcing a good man to become a prostitute?"

Zhang Sheng didn't say anything. He watched coldly, trying to find out the landlord's bottom line and persuade him to terminate the contract as much as possible, but the landlord's words made him feel sank. This landlord... is not a good man. He didn't say anything else. He went around for a long time and only talked about that contract. He didn't talk about any favors at all. How can he talk about this?

Speaking of which, in terms of personal affairs and social experience, how can they compare with others? If this landlord is half smart, they will not be fooled by the Ye man when they are laid off, and they are afraid that others will sign a contract and rent a house like a Feng Shui treasure land.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly, not caring about Fatty Guo's attitude at all, and said calmly: "What's the reason? We will do everything according to the law and the contract, and that's the reason!"

He pressed the table and glanced at the two of them and said, "Don't you know? My sister-in-law is a government official and has studied law before. My sister-in-law helped me draft this contract, ensuring it is reasonable and legal. If you have a temper, go to the lawsuit and see who wins!"

Fatty Guo was stunned for a long time, and sat down, pressing the chair to squeak. He turned his body and pretended to be like, "Brother Ye, don't press me on these things, I just can't do it anymore. You can do whatever you want!"

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the two of them contemptuously and said lightly: "Our brothers usually look down but never look up. They have been a bit of friendship in the past six months. I really can't say if it's too heartless.

But your attitude is so pissing on me, but you are unkind, no wonder I am unrighteous. Let me tell you the truth, my sister-in-law can call the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to seal your store with just one call. Judging from your treacherous look, who would believe it if you don’t evade taxes?"

As the landlord said, he picked up the big brother like a black brick, pressed a few numbers, and said kindly: "Yanyan, I am my brother-in-law, hey! How many brother-in-laws can you have? I am Ye Zhiqiu, yes, where are you? Oh? I want to go to the municipal government to do business, where are you now? That's great. You took the lead to the old house store, and someone is trying to find fault."

"Yes, I'm here too. That's the case. The two guys who rented my house wanted to break the contract. You understand the legal matters more than me, right! That's it, okay, I'll wait for you!"

Ye Zhiqiu put down the big brick, glanced at the two poor people with a proud look, reached out and pulled their hair a few times, covered the scalp that seemed to be shining in front of his forehead, then picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of 9-turn fat intestine and threw it into his mouth, took another sip of the 56-degree sorghum roast, and started eating it on his own.
Chapter completed!