Is getting beaten more profitable than ghostwriting?
Only Song Foxiang has such a brain circuit.
Song Shao asked him to shout 1 million because he wanted to embarrass "Mr. Xie". No normal person would spend 1 million to reconcile. After all, it was only a minor injury.
Once "Mr. Xie" refuses, the pile of manuscripts prepared by Song Shao will come in handy.
Song Shao had arranged the next step, but he never expected that his brother-in-law Song Foxiang's brain circuit would be more bizarre than he expected.
Paying back the money on the spot after asking for prices all over the sky is what businessmen do, and only writers like Editor-in-Chief Song don't care about it.
Mr. Jiang supported his request for more compensation, his daughter Song Chan did not object, and his nephew Song Shao said "1 million". Editor-in-chief Song Da decided in his heart: It's time to reposition his own value!
——Everyone says I’m worth so much, so I definitely am.
Editor-in-chief Song Tantanran was lying on the hospital bed. Assistant Qi pushed Xie Jinghu over, followed by the police from the police station.
Xie Qian and Jiang Xuekun deliberately waited a while before coming over, leaving Song Foxiang with enough opportunity for the lion to open his mouth. Especially Jiang Xuekun had to show up later, otherwise his position would be the most embarrassing, and it would be inappropriate to help Xie Jinghu "bargain" with him or not.
Xie Jinghu had a dark face.
Song Foxiang narrowed his eyes to peek at the other party.
"Mr. Xie, look at this..."
Assistant Qi reminded in a low voice.
Xie Jinghu took a few deep breaths to calm down: "...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit someone impulsively!"
Wow!
Song Foxiang's eyes widened a little.
I have never seen someone apologize so hard, as if they wanted to rush up and beat him again.
Song Foxiang sneered in his heart, but groaned: "Xiaochan, I have a headache. Please call a doctor for me."
——The plagiarism dog surnamed Xie can copy his trick of being hospitalized, but he cannot copy his shameless ability to cry out in pain.
——If you have the ability, you can also shout out to Xie. I say I have a headache. How dare you shout that? Does it hurt?
Song Foxiang was extremely proud.
Men know men best, and even if men can’t do it, they still say they can do it.
Xie Jinghu's face turned even darker.
If the police from the police station weren't standing by, Xie Jinghu would have really wanted to rush up and beat Song Foxiang again.
How can you pretend to have a concussion? You have to make Song Foxiang have a real concussion.
Don’t you want to be hospitalized? After a real concussion, Song Foxiang stayed in the hospital for a year and Xie Jinghu was willing to pay for the medical expenses!
"Mr. Xie——"
Assistant Qi was anxious and held Xie Jinghu's wheelchair tightly to prevent Xie Jinghu from being impulsive again.
Mr. Xie Da has already spoken. What can Mr. Xie do if he doesn’t apologize?
If Song Foxiang is beaten again, Mr. Xie will definitely suffer more losses.
Assistant Qi glanced at the policeman and said quickly: "Editor-in-Chief Song, we, Mr. Xie, apologize to you sincerely. Please tell us the amount of compensation. We can negotiate here."
Assistant Qi was cautious, fearing that Song Chan would give her a slap in the face again.
Song Chan wouldn't do it.
My cousin Song Shao is here.
Song Chan and Song Foxiang both looked at Song Shao. When it came to the specific amount of money, the father and daughter were actually quite thin-skinned.
Assistant Qi didn't take Song Shao seriously, but Song Shao actually called for 1 million yuan in compensation without blushing or heartbeat.
"1000000?!"
Assistant Qi laughed angrily: "Do you know how much one million is? Comrade police, they are talking like a lion, it is blackmail!"
The 1 million in 2005 could not be used up to buy a house in Chengdu, as long as it was not a villa, and a new house with an elevator would have to be worth so much money!
Even though he is young, he is really brave enough to blackmail others.
The police at the grassroots police station often mediate disputes and thought this amount was ridiculously large. They immediately sided with Assistant Qi and asked Song Foxiang to come up with a realistic compensation amount.
Children are ignorant and don’t know what 1 million means. Adults should know!
Song Foxiang just groaned and said he had a headache.
Assistant Qi was jumping up and down, and the policemen were also supportive, but Song Shao was not afraid:
"Comrade policeman, Mr. Xie's assistant said it can be negotiated. We only raised 1 million. If Mr. Xie can't afford it, we can also accept a reduced price. The final compensation amount must be recognized by both parties. Can you tell me whether it is correct or not."
Since it was a negotiation, both parties had to agree. Song Shao admitted that 1 million was a counteroffer, and the policeman's expression softened.
"Then you can't just say 1 million, it's too exaggerated!"
The police wanted Song Foxiang to tell him, but Song Foxiang just wanted to be a coward and leave the matter to his childish nephew. Song Shao explained to the police why he wanted 1 million yuan in compensation:
"You have also seen my uncle's current state. The injuries on his body can be healed, but the psychological damage will last for who knows how long. You may not know that my uncle is a writer. Mr. Xie's punches are going to kill me.
My uncle's pride has been broken. If a literary writer loses his pride, can he still create good works in the future? So what Mr. Xie ruined was my uncle's career for the rest of his life. With my uncle's reputation, the total royalties for the rest of his life will be added up.
It was originally more than 1 million!"
Song Foxiang is indeed a slightly famous writer.
At least it is famous in Chengdu.
The police station where the police were sent was originally very close to the Rongcheng Publishing Group, and the police knew the reputation of Song Fo Township.
But the police's recognition of Song Foxiang's fame does not mean that he agrees with Song Shao's statement - after receiving a beating, his pride was knocked away, which affected his creation for the rest of his life? This is too mysterious, let alone a policeman who listened to it.
I have a big head, and if I go to court, the judge won’t be able to judge!
"This student, what you said has no legal basis."
The policeman reminded Song Shao, and Song Shao smiled: "Let me tell you in detail, my uncle received a few punches from Mr. Xie, and what was hurt was my uncle's personal reputation. I think it is difficult to put a price on how much a personal reputation is worth.
If Mr. Xie is willing, just go and stand at the door of my uncle's unit, which is where the incident happened. Don't resist and let my uncle punch you a few times. Forget it. We don't want Mr. Xie's apology, let alone compensation!
"
Well--
The police often reason with the masses, but this time they felt that what Song Shao said made sense.
Xie Jinghu attacked Song Foxiang because he suspected that Song Foxiang was not clear with his wife. If Xie Jinghu did not apologize, the dirty water on Song Foxiang would not be washed away.
Sure enough, 1 million is an angry talk, what we really want is Xie Jinghu’s statement.
"Little classmate, it's wrong to hit someone..."
"Then I will take a step back and ask Mr. Xie to write a letter of apology and go to my uncle's workplace to read it in public and explain the matter clearly."
This is doable.
In the end, Song Shao's bottom line was withdrawn again and again, and he no longer asked for money. The police felt that the Song family was sincere in solving the problem.
But I turned around and looked at Xie Jinghu.
Hey, Mr. Xie seems to have different opinions?
Xie Jinghu was almost furious.
Ever since Song Shao said that he interrupted Song Foxiang's "arrogance", Xie Jinghu wanted to make a sarcastic statement.
——A ghostwriter from Song Foxiang, how could he be so proud?
——It is impossible for such a person to write any good works, but you still have the shame to rely on him?
——It is even more impossible to go to the unit to read a self-reflection letter!
