Early the next morning, He Zaizai and Xiang Hui, who arrived at Xuejia Town early in the morning, curled up in the car and slept for four or five hours. Finally, they waited until the debtor, Tang Zhonglei, the director of the state-owned factory, started the morning shift.
"Beep bell bell."
The alarm on his cell phone rang. Xiang Hui instantly opened his red eyes, looked up at the dazzling sunlight, stretched out his feet and kicked He Zaizai in the passenger seat and said, "Don't. J.b is asleep, get up."
"Fuck, take your feet away, I woke up at half past seven." He Zaizai cursed in pain.
"Then why are you still lying here?" Xiang Hui asked puzzledly.
"I have a fucking stiff neck...it feels like there's a long seat on my neck...I haven't gotten up for half an hour." He Zaizai said exaggeratedly.
"Fuck, come on, I'll fix it for you."
Xiang Hui and He Zaizai had become completely familiar with each other through this incident. He got up from the back seat, pulled He Zaizai's head and gave it a few clicks.
"Oh, fuck, okay."
"You have a stiff neck, you need to be repaired." Xiang Hui cursed with a smile, and then said: "I took the money, and we went to the grocery store, bought a bottle of mineral water, washed our faces, and then went into the factory. "
"Let's go, this is the end of it."
He Zaizai had endured two days of inhuman torture, and he was no longer a petty bourgeoisie. He acted like a rag picker. His tone was full of relief, and he walked out of the car with Xiang Hui.
The two went to the grocery store first, bought some water, stood on the side of the road, rinsed their faces, and washed their hair with a small bag of Rejoice, then took the money and strode into the factory.
Ten minutes later, Tang Zhonglei, who had just arrived at the unit, received the two of them.
"You are..." Tang Zhonglei looked richer, with eyes that looked gentle.
"Mr. Tang, we are from Golden Ocean." Xiang Hui replied.
"Ah, what's the matter?" Tang Zhonglei's face suddenly tightened and he raised his eyebrows and asked.
He must have known that this was a debt collection, so he was a little unhappy. After all, this was a state-owned factory, and it would have a bad impact on people from entertainment venues asking for debts.
"Mr. Tang, we are here to give you money." Xiang Hui stepped forward and said.
"What kind of money are you giving?" Tang Zhonglei was stunned.
"Well, I went to Baiquan a few days ago. At a dinner party, I accidentally met Mr. Hong from the cold drink factory. When we were chatting, I casually said that we, Mr. Xiang, are friends with you. Who are you? I know, he was stunned, smiled and said to me, he still owes you some money, and I happened to be on the way, so he asked me to bring the money back. I will bring it to you as soon as I get home, please order it. Xiang Hui put the money bag on the table with a smile.
Tang Zhonglei was stunned for five seconds, then glanced at the money bag, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and he nodded repeatedly and said: "This Xiao Nannan is really getting better and better. Go back and tell him that I thank him. "
"That's not necessary. Mr. Tang, you are busy, so I will leave first."
Xiang Hui scratched his head, without hesitation at all, turned around and left. He Zaizi, whose heart was so excited that he almost jumped out of his chest, turned around.
"etc."
Tang Zhonglei suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?" Xiang Hui turned around and asked with a smile.
"...I remember that our factory held a reception and went to your sea to spend money. We still have more than 90,000 yuan to pay, right?" Tang Zhonglei asked.
"Haha." Xiang Hui smiled and nodded.
"You just happened to be here, so you can take the money back, and just send the banknotes and receipts over later." Tang Zhonglei turned his pen, leaned on the back of his chair, and looked at Xiang Hui with a faint smile.
"...Is it convenient for you now? We are not in a hurry with this money." Xiang Hui spoke in a very false manner. He Zaizai looked at his expression and couldn't help but muttered, "We are really a fucking family. This state is just like Brother Nan." Carved out of a mold.
"Take it back." Tang Zhonglei smiled again and nodded.
"Okay, I won't be so polite. Anyway, you and my brother are also good friends, hehe." Xiang Hui smiled, walked to the money bag, and then took out nine piles from it.
"Have you been to my house?" Tang Zhonglei asked in a low voice.
"...Haha." Xiang Hui smiled again, neither admitting nor denying.
"There's something that I'm quite confused about." Tang Zhonglei looked at Xiang Hui in confusion.
"You say."
"It should be very difficult for you to get this money, but if Mr. Hong of the cold drink factory has been a good friend with me for many years and is a partner of the factory, and you go to Baiquan, wouldn't you offend someone on my behalf?" How do you explain it?" Tang Zhonglei asked, raising his eyebrows.
"...You've already said that this money is hard to come by. If it's hard to come by, how can he be good friends with you?" Xiang Hui was silent for a moment and replied with bared teeth.
"Ha ha."
Tang Zhonglei laughed immediately, looked at Xiang Hui and nodded repeatedly, and then said: "You just said that Xiang Nan is your... brother, what kind of brother."
"My name is Xiang Hui."
"...That's it, Mr. I was originally thinking of asking you to come to my place to collect the bills for me, but now I see that you mean to be a prince, haha." Tang Zhonglei laughed again.
"I just want to help my brother as much as I can," Xiang Hui said humbly.
"Okay, then you go back first. I'll have a meeting later and take care of your brother for me." Tang Zhonglei said with a smile.
"hehe."
Xiang Hui smiled, took two steps forward, opened the drawer at Tang Zhonglei's hand, took two piles from the nine piles of money, and placed them inside.
"This is..." Tang Zhonglei was stunned again.
"Mr. Tang, I'm offering you a loan worth 90,000 yuan."
Xiang Hui blinked at Mr. Tang.
"You're talking nonsense..." Tang Zhonglei immediately understood what Xiang Hui meant and quickly evaded it.
"I'll just get the cost back. For the rest, you fill up the gas, book a flight, and I'm leaving, Mr. Tang." Xiang Hui took a step back, waved his hand in greeting, then grabbed He Zaizai and walked out quickly. go.
"Xiao Xiang." Tang Zhonglei called out in a fake tone, but found that Xiang Hui had already left.
…
"Damn it, who did you learn this from?" He Zaizai asked after going out.
"Society is my teacher," Xiang Hui replied in a high-spirited manner, then stood at the door, stretched his limbs, and muttered: "I'm going home to catch up on my sleep."
…
The other end.
A middle-aged man and I sat across from each other in a teahouse on the top floor of a fitness center. Next to me sat an old man, and Jin Beibei was in charge of pouring water.
"I've heard of you for a long time, but I haven't met you yet, haha." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
"I'm not here to meet you. We don't know each other very well, so don't be polite and tell me something nutritious. Are you interested?" I asked straight to the point.
"Haha, you can see that I have become sallow and thin, right? This tea is quite expensive, so let's get started." The middle-aged man suddenly became happy, looked at me, and raised his tea cup.