Chapter 63: The Difference Between Black and White
"Ah...Old Hu..."
Even a fool can hear what's going on inside.
I came at the wrong time. I didn't expect that Lao Hu was doing something good.
Zhang Haidong hesitated.
Do you want to leave and come back next time?
But if I leave, I will continue to work at the construction site tomorrow. After getting off work so late, it will not be easy to talk to Lao Hu alone.
But if I stay at the door and knock on the door for a while, will it offend Lao Hu? Is this considered eavesdropping?
While hesitating, it seemed to be over inside.
The woman's voice rang out: "Fat man, my brother still has to squeeze into the bus every day when he goes to work. I want to buy him an Emgrand, an automatic transmission, so that he can drive it to and from get off work conveniently. Domestic cars are not expensive. You can pay for it. Is seventy thousand good..."
"I still have to support my wife and children, and I have to support my family. I have already spent a lot of public money on you. You also need to be considerate of me. You can't talk about money every time we meet."
Lao Hu's tired voice came over, he seemed a little tired.
"Why did you give that yellow-faced woman so much money? She's going to get divorced sooner or later anyway. She's a rural woman. She's fine if she has food and drink. She also has freckles all over her face. She just takes off her clothes and lies here. Are you afraid?
I can't even move a few times. As for me, I'm fair and beautiful, and I followed you at a young age. There was no time when you didn't work hard for me. No matter how painful it was, you didn't refuse me. I've paid so much for you,
Isn’t it right to ask for money?”
"That's brothers' money..."
Hearing what Lao Hu said, the woman's voice suddenly became louder: "Brothers, brothers! Brothers every time! So much public money, you always say it belongs to the brothers. I am your woman, I sleep with you every day,
Can I not even compare to your brothers on the construction site? What can they give you? Besides, how do they know how much you have taken? "
"well……"
Lao Hu let out a long sigh: "One yard, one yard. That money is really the hard-earned money earned by the brothers who followed me and worked hard on the construction site. This has been with me for many years. In my conscience, I
You can’t just randomly take those public funds. If you put them in the past, you would have to chop them off!”
"What you said is nice. Good people let you do it! Do you just watch my brother squeezing the bus to and from get off work every day? Can you bear it? Other girls live an exquisite life. In addition to shopping every day, they just show off their romance.
And gifts. As for me, I nominally found a contractor worth tens of millions, but I couldn't even bear to buy a domestic car for my brother!"
The more the woman spoke, the more aggrieved she became. She seemed to start complaining, and then said: "Fat man, you should divorce that yellow-faced woman at home. I'll marry you, okay? After I marry you, you won't be so distrustful."
Me. You said you would pamper me forever."
"Okay, okay. I'll think of a way to deal with the public funds later. Don't worry, I won't treat you and your brother badly."
Coquettishness is a woman's natural weapon, and no one can resist it.
"Fat man, you are so kind.mua!"
Zhang Haidong turned pale as he listened to the conversation in the room.
Cheating...cheating?
Did Lao Hu cheat?
He has a wife at home, yet he rents a house here and keeps a mistress?
It seemed like I heard everything!
Is this a tradition among rich people?
Or is it a common problem among men?
Zhang Haidong felt his heart pounding. Today might not be a good time.
Let's wait another day, find an opportunity another day to explore Lao Hu's voice.
I made up my mind and turned around to leave.
Perhaps due to being too nervous and the darkness in the corridor at night, Zhang Haidong accidentally kicked over a row of wine bottles placed at the door.
The crackling sound suddenly resounded throughout the silent corridor.
He was stunned.
"who?"
Lao Hu shouted loudly and pushed open the door.
"Zhang Haidong?"
Looking at Zhang Haidong standing in the corridor with a gift in his hand, he was stunned.
At this time, Zhang Haidong was extremely embarrassed, his face turned red, as if he had been caught doing something bad.
He quickly picked up the bottle of ginseng wine in his hand, and then stammered: "Hu...Brother Hu...I just want to thank you for taking leave today...and then come...send...send some gifts..."
The words and the movements of the hands don't match at all.
Lao Hu fell silent.
Then he said: "Come, let's have a cigarette and chat."
With that said, he closed the door and walked to the window sill of the corridor.
Zhang Haidong wiped the sweat from his face, let out a long breath, and could only grit his teeth and follow behind.
The cigarette was lit, and Lao Hu puffed out the smoke expertly, but Zhang Haidong could only endure the choking smell of smoke and smoke with him.
He really doesn't like smoking.
"What wine?"
Lao Hu asked.
"Ginseng wine. It's so cold on the construction site now. I was thinking that you could drink some of this every day to keep your body warm."
After calming down, Zhang Haidong finally spoke fluently.
"Hehe, this bottle costs five to six hundred. Although I go to dinner a lot, I am from the countryside. I am not that picky about food in private. I usually eat and drink the same as you."
Having said this, Lao Hu smiled again: "You have such sincerity, and if you learn these words now, your future will be limitless. When you make a fortune one day and become a senior executive in Huahe Group, you will also need to
Duoduo, come and take care of me."
As he said that, he gently patted Zhang Haidong's shoulder.
"How is it possible..." Zhang Haidong could only smile dryly.
…
After another period of silence, Lao Hu lit up a cigarette again, took a puff thoughtfully, and then said: "You have been here for a long time, haven't you heard the sound in the house?"
"……Um"
Zhang Haidong lowered his head and did not dare to speak loudly, like a child who had done something wrong.
He didn't know if Lao Hu would be angry about this.
It was really unintentional.
"Hey, every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite."
He seemed to be comprehending, and also seemed to be telling Zhang Haidong.
Zhang Haidong could only look at the brightly lit high-rise buildings in the distance and didn't know how to answer this question.
Can't seem to pick it up.
It would be great if I could change my time and not encounter this problem.
"Maybe... maybe each of us faces different pressures!"
After thinking for a while, Zhang Haidong still answered.
Such an answer should give him some sense of recognition.
"Yes, when you are in different positions, you will face different people and things. The way you deal with things will change, and even your feelings will change."
Lao Hu looked at the brightly lit high-rise buildings in the distance and continued: "My wife followed me when she was sixteen years old. At that time, I didn't have a house, I was so poor that I couldn't even afford a meal of white flour at home. It was like that.
We both survived the hard times. But when I got rich, I realized that she seemed to be unable to keep up with the times and could not integrate into my current circle. We began to become incompatible. From the previous love, slowly
Slowly it turned into the familial love we have now. I have nothing but gratitude for her and nothing else."
I don't know why, but Zhang Haidong nodded inexplicably as if he was feeling something.
Perhaps, this is the world of middle-aged people.
From the beginning, they were dressed in bright clothes and angry horses, full of passion. Then they returned to dullness and depended on each other.
Love turned into family affection, into an endless bloodline...
What about those oaths we once swore to each other?
It's gone...
I used to like watching Xu Zheng's movies, including "Beautiful Heart", "Hong Kong Lost", "Thai Lost"...
At that time, I loved watching the laughter in movies and laughing like a fool.
But when I go back and look back now, I see that it is filled with sad stories one after another.
Lao Hu just finished smoking a cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt at his feet and crushed it hard.
"You came to me because of the compensation. It's not that I can't sign, but I just can't stand the grandsons sitting in the office, with their condescending expressions, as if they are giving alms to me. No one in this world
No one is more humble than anyone else. We are all equal, and I will not spoil them. If they were as humble as you, I would have signed it long ago. The only reason to make trouble with them is to tell them one thing. Without these brothers on the construction site working so hard,
They are nothing."
"snort!"
Lao Hu said and snorted angrily.
After a pause, he continued: "Okay, your kid has been lying down on the construction site for almost a month. Brothers have seen it. I signed this compensation for you, and you won't come tomorrow.
It’s time to go to work, go back to your office.”
Sure enough, it was exactly what Du Jing said.
Maybe he just pushed it out and blocked the mouths of those workers.
Zhang Haidong felt as if he had knocked over a soy sauce bottle, with mixed emotions.
Lao Hu is also very kind to himself, and the brothers at the construction site are also very kind to him.
Completing the signing of the compensation fee even made him feel a little guilty in his heart.
He handed the wine to Lao Hu, and then said: "Brother Hu, drink this wine, I bought it specially for you. The company's current compensation standard is one thousand three thousand per person per month. If you think it's not okay, I'll
Go and apply with the leader..."
"Silly boy..."
Lao Hu gently patted Zhang Haidong on the head: "You have been at the construction site for a month and you have become a member of the construction site. If you go back to apply, wouldn't you be slapping your boss in the face? You are so stupid.
...Go back to your office and go to work. Live now, and when you get rich in the future, just take more care of me, I’ll take good care of you."
"Brother Hu..."
"That's nonsense!"
Lao Hu followed with a kick.
…
While riding a shared bicycle, Zhang Haidong had a myriad of emotions in his mind.
The thing was done, but instead there was an oppressive feeling of guilt.
Are you considered a bad person?
How should we distinguish between good people and bad people in this world?
Just like Lao Hu. He cheated on his wife and slept with his mistress. Is he a bad person?
But he never takes the hard-earned money of his brothers and is loyal to others. So is he a good person?
This question seems difficult to define.
In the world of adults, perhaps there is no distinction between black and white...
Unknowingly, he had already ridden downstairs.
Go upstairs slowly, open the door, and go to sleep.
"How's it going? Is it done?"
"Yeah. He agreed to sign it. I'll just go back to the company to reply tomorrow."
A confused night.
…
Seeing Zhang Haidong return to the company, his colleagues stared at him with strange and surprised eyes.
Didn't he go to the construction site?
Why are you back?
Could it be that the leader was being lenient to him?