After Xiang Hui and He Zaizai went out, they drove to a large cold drink factory.
After they arrived here, they sat in the car and waited for about five minutes. In the distance, an old Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly drove towards the factory.
"Fuck, here it comes."
Xiang Hui was unshaven, put down the instant noodles in his hand, shouted loudly, then opened the door and walked out.
"Squeak."
The Mercedes-Benz stopped in a hurry, its tires leaving obvious marks on the ground. A middle-aged and elderly man in his fifties lowered the window, wore toad glasses, frowned and asked: "Where are you from? I didn't see it." The car is here."
"Hello, Mr. Hong."
Xiang Hui wiped the grease stains from his mouth and walked over with long strides.
"Who are you."
Mr. Hong asked.
"I'm from Xuejia Town. I'm here to collect some debt from you. Look, this is a note. It says you owe two hundred and twenty-eight thousand. I don't want any change. You take two hundred and twenty thousand and I'll turn around." Just leave." Xiang Hui said directly.
"I don't know you either, so why don't I give you any more money?"
Mr. Hong didn't read the note at all, and what Xiang Hui got was not an IOU, and there was no receipt. He was just paying lip service to the debt.
"Mr. Hong, it's hundreds of kilometers away. It's not easy for me to come here. You're such a big factory, so why don't you pay me less?" Xiang Hui said.
"I told you, I don't know you, you don't understand. Whoever wants money, let him do it himself. You start driving, I can't brake." Mr. Hong said with a frown.
"Is that what you mean by refusing to admit your guilt, Mr. Hong?" Xiang Hui asked with raised eyebrows.
"Hold."
Mr. Hong cursed and drove into the yard.
…
"How's it going?" He Zaizai turned to Xiang Hui and asked.
"I don't want to give it."
Xiang Hui squinted his eyes and looked at the factory door.
"Fuck, I'm just saying, it's not necessary to bother with this. Just give him two knives and see if he gives it to you." He Zaizai said with a sideways glance.
"Go, go under the tree and re-tie the gauze on your head. It looks a bit messy." Xiang Hui waved his hand impatiently.
Time passed by noon, and the weather became a little warmer. Many workers in the factory went out to buy food. The guard also immersed himself in eating at this time. Xiang Hui saw this opportunity and led He Zaizai into the yard in a swaggering manner. Then he went directly to the cafeteria.
There were at least twenty or thirty people inside the house, queuing up to get food.
"Come on, give way."
Xiang Hui stretched out his hand to pull away the people in line, walked to the food outlet, took a used instant noodle box, bent down and said to the chef: "Here, give me a whole portion."
"Which group are you in?" the chef asked.
"Oh, new guy, don't ask, just hurry up." Xiang Hui replied casually.
The chef looked at him suspiciously and didn't take it seriously. He swung his spoon and was about to make rice, but when he saw the instant noodles box, he was a little confused.
"Ah poof."
Xiang Hui suddenly sneezed, and a mouthful of yellow phlegm spurted out from his mouth, along with a large amount of nasal mucus covered by his fingers, which splashed directly into the vegetable basin.
"Holy shit." The chef suddenly turned green.
"Sorry, I couldn't control it." Xiang Hui waved his hands repeatedly and said.
"...Who the hell are you, looking for trouble?" the chef asked, wrinkling his eyebrows.
"hehe."
Xiang Hui smiled, looked at the chef and said, "I'm here to ask for the bill. I'm so poor that I have no choice but to come to your place for a meal. It's none of your business. It's my job to pay for your meal."
When the chef heard this, he immediately narrowed his eyes. Someone came to ask for the bill, so he couldn't do anything wrong, so he gave Xiang Hui a meal with a gloomy look on his face.
"Are you going to eat?" Xiang Hui turned to He Zaizai and asked.
"...I'm not hungry." He Zaizai is a petty bourgeoisie and has no interest in big pot rice.
Xiang Hui carried the instant noodle box, took disposable chopsticks, found a table by the window, sat down and started eating. He Zaizi was so idle that he continued to pull out his beard.
In the office, Mr. Hong had just finished talking to a client. Before he could catch his breath, the secretary came in and told him that there was trouble in the cafeteria due to debt collection.
"Fuck, I don't know how to die."
Mr. Hong curled his lips and cursed, picked up the phone, dialed a number very familiarly, and said after a few seconds: "Xiaoyan, please bring someone to the factory."
…
Thirty minutes later, many workers were gathered around the entrance of the cafeteria watching the excitement. He Zai Zai continued to pluck his beard calmly, while Xiang Hui asked for a bowl of soup from the kitchen, sat down and sipped it with a spoon. With.
"Squeak."
At the door, a van stopped, and five or six young people got out of it. The leader, wearing sunglasses, strolled into the room and yelled: "Fuck you, mom, who are you, come on?" ,let me see."
"Huh." He Zaizai raised his head and looked at the door.
"Tap tap tap."
There was the sound of footsteps, and five or six people walked up to Xiang Hui and the other two. The leader grabbed Xiang Hui's hair from behind, then bent down, stretched his head forward and said, "You're here to ask for the bill."
"Damn it. Damn it. Look at you with Ultraman's hair. Do you really think you can throw a wheel?" He Zaizai jumped up with a cry. When he touched his waist, he found that the knife had already given way. Xiang Hui confiscated it and threw it away. In desperation, he picked up a stool and started to do it.
"Teng."
Xiang Hui stood up instantly, stretched out his hand to stop He Zaizai, looked up at the leading young man, and asked with a smile: "Troubleshooting, buddy."
"What a fool." The leading young man kicked the chair away and pointed at the door.
"You see, I am the most particular person. When you come to solve problems, you must be rushing to make money. But if I don't get back the debt today, then I will have nothing to eat tomorrow. Therefore, we have a conflict in our demands. But I don’t want to fight, but want to shamelessly get my money back. If I want you to go back, you won’t be able to make any money, and I won’t feel happy. If you do this... I’ll give you an explanation in another way.”
Xiang Hui said crisply.
The leading young man suddenly frowned and was confused.
"Bang."
The young man was stunned, and his head suddenly hit the window. There was a crisp sound, and then the glass cracked, bleeding from Hui's scalp, and instantly covered his dark cheeks.
"Okay, buddy, if you think it's not okay, I'll ask my friend with a bandage on his head to try again," Xiang Hui said without even frowning, looking up at the young man.
"You're playing hob with me, right?"
The leading young man frowned.
"Don't look at the clothes I'm wearing, but I know that if you hit me, it's against the law. Brother, stop making trouble and go back. Today, I tell you clearly that if you break one of my legs, I have to do it myself." Fold the other one and make it for you. If you throw it at the door, I will crawl back. Others can always turn around if they are not dead, but I can tell you that I will definitely need money if I am not dead." Xiang Hui waved his hand and said.
"..." The young man was speechless.
"Bang."
Xiang Hui sat on the chair with his face covered in blood, squinting at everyone, motionless.
He Zaizai stood beside him, at a loss. He looked at Xiang Hui again from top to bottom, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why are the children of Lao Xiang's family so different from each other?