When Shuangshuang sent a message to Chen Siyu, she and Cui Yu were queuing up at the bank.
Cui Yu was sitting on a chair in the bank lobby, her eyes were blank and her expression was dull and sad. Anyone who looked at her could tell that she had experienced very bad things.
And Shuangshuang was sitting next to her. They had already said everything they needed to say before, otherwise the two of them wouldn't be here now... so they could only sigh.
She always felt that she had gone too far. How about taking it step by step and slowly?
Just when the feeling of regret filled my heart, Chen Siyu's message was sent.
"Done right."
She followed up with a few more messages
"I have paid so much and spent a huge sum of two to three hundred yuan to treat that scumbag to dinner. What do you think I am trying to do? Isn't it because I want your sister Xiaoyu to cut through the mess and clean up this relationship as soon as possible?"
"But..." Shuangshuang also texted back, "But Sister Xiaoyu looks so miserable now. If she knows the truth, she will definitely hate me to death."
"Then don't say it."
Chen Siyu's answer was also particularly tough, "If you think it's better to go step by step, why should you listen to my advice now and go to the bank with her? Will you still have any money left?"
"Didn't you say that there are still several thousand yuan in the card that Cui Yu gave to Zhou Wenkang? Isn't that money saved by your hard work? Is your sister, Xiaoyu, willing to buy clothes worth more than 200 yuan?"
Both fell silent.
Then she gritted her teeth and said, "I know."
…
People were coming and going in the hall. They had been queuing for half an hour. They were both a little anxious. At this moment, they couldn't help but stand up and look around. When they turned around, they suddenly bumped into someone else.
"sorry Sorry!"
She said quickly.
"it's okay no problem……"
The other party also waved his hands in panic.
They both took a closer look and saw that he was an adult man with dark skin and not a tall figure. He was wearing a pair of military green shoes and gray-black trousers with traces of white dust on them...
Presumably, he was working part-time in the imperial capital.
She smiled and sat back.
Then I heard the other party’s cell phone ringtone——
"Mom... you're not tired... The big boss will come over this afternoon. We can rest for an extra hour at noon..."
"I'm really not tired. Tell Pearl and tell her not to worry."
"How is Bao'er? Is he feeling well? Are you obedient?"
"It's okay. I'm in the bank now. I haven't paid my salary. I've only been working for a few days. I won't pay until the project is finished."
"My food and accommodation are covered here. I still have more than 500 yuan on me. If I don't feel comfortable living in a Datong store, I just come to the bank to apply for a card and deposit it."
"... Lili? I didn't go to see her... I know, I know, I can't embarrass her and not go see her. Actually, Mom, you are overthinking, we Lili are not that kind of person."
"Okay, okay, if I don't go, I won't go..."
The other person obviously doesn't come to the bank often to do business. He was talking in the lobby, walking around a few times, and soon squeezed in to see the staff aside.
Both of them looked away, now holding Cui Yu's hand again
"Sister Xiaoyu, have you thought about it?"
Cui Yu took a deep breath, looked away from the man just now, and murmured:
"Look, how can a real father not pay attention to his children and wife? But I have been with Wenkang for so long, and even if I had a miscarriage some time ago, he didn't ask a few questions..."
The more I think about it, the more terrible it becomes.
Does the love she thinks really exist?
If it wasn't for this suspicion, how could she be so decisive?
Cui Yu rubbed her ID in her hand - she is twenty-five this year, how many more years can she waste in her life?
So I gritted my teeth and said categorically
"Think about it! Report the loss! Before he spends the money, I won't give him another penny."
…
There were too many people at the bank. Lu Cheng returned to the construction site and had just chatted with his coworkers for more than ten minutes when work was about to start again.
The foreman was still an acquaintance, and he said loudly at this moment
"Everyone, please pay attention. In the afternoon, the big boss of the partner will come to see you. As usual, everyone, don't forget what you should wear and don't cause any problems. The weather is not good today. Let's start work early.
It can end as soon as possible.”
This foreman is quite kind, and the people he brings are basically honest people from his hometown, so everyone will naturally not be disobedient.
Dacheng is new here, and his job for the time being is throwing bricks.
The building they built has only reached the second floor. The bricks are too heavy to move up, so usually on construction sites, people will be arranged below to throw the bricks up one by one, while those upstairs
Just catch it.
It sounds very unreliable and dangerous, but for people like them who are used to doing work, this is just a trivial matter. You throw it and I catch it, and you get the feel of it after going back and forth a few times. They match each other very well. It can be said that
It's not difficult anymore.
The weather outside is very cold. Only Dacheng is doing this work. He is not proficient enough and always feels that wearing gloves is not safe. So now he is wearing an old sweater, but his hands are exposed to the cold wind. There are huge cracks in the joints.
Covered in mud, black and red.
But for people who work, this is nothing, the pain is bearable.
Dacheng thought that he would still need to apply some urea ointment at night, and he would have to try wearing gloves starting tomorrow, otherwise his hands might freeze to death when it snows.
After all, bricks are much cooler than air.
"You said that this imperial capital has built so many high-rise buildings. Will anyone be able to buy them by then?"
The man on the second floor who was connecting bricks was banging the bricks. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "Look around you. There are so many high-rise buildings. The house prices have risen to tens of thousands of yuan. Hey, people who are buying
There are still a lot of them! We can’t even think about the lives of rich people.”
"How much does it cost to buy a house for one square million yuan? If we add tens of thousands of yuan to our hometown, we can build one by ourselves."
Dacheng smiled naively, "Those people who can make money in the city must be smarter than us. They are willing to spend money to buy it, which proves that buying it is definitely more cost-effective than not buying it. When I have money, I will buy it too."
The co-worker also laughed, "Then let's have a dream tonight and buy him 10 sets of 8 sets."
"By the way," Dacheng remembered again, "The big boss of the group's partner said he was coming to the group. Why is he here?"
The worker laughed, "Then I don't know. I heard that he is a very capable big boss. He is very rich. He seems to be very talkative in Hong Kong Island. He has cooperated with our Guanshan Group not once or twice."
I'm in charge of building materials or something, right? Our group has designated them, and they say they are of good quality."
At this point, the worker sighed again, "What are these big bosses who build houses with bad intentions? Let me tell you, I have worked on five or six construction sites with the contractor. Guanshan Group is the only one that is really good at using materials."
I don’t like the arrears of wages, but I like their work.”
"Then in some real estates, the tools used are almost impossible to see. The steel bars will bend as soon as they are broken. Do you believe it?"
When Dacheng first stepped into this prosperous society, he was frightened by this reality——
"With such brittle steel bars, can a house be built with people in it?"
The co-worker looked like he was not surprised, "Why can't you do that? People who buy a house don't know what's underneath, so just live in it and we'll worry about it if something goes wrong."
Dacheng also sighed, "What a loss of conscience!"
…
"What is conscience-stricken?"
Suddenly someone next to me asked in Mandarin with a clear accent.
Dacheng was stunned and quickly turned around——
I saw a middle-aged man in a suit standing next to him. In terms of age, they were probably about the same age, but the other man was obviously the pampered one. He had fair skin and wore a pair of glasses. He looked gentle.
Literary and extremely kind.
Looking again, Dacheng could not help but feel a little panicked when he saw the people in charge and contractors following him. The workers on the second floor were waiting to reach out but did not receive anything. At this moment, they stretched their heads and looked down.
He didn't dare to say anything anymore.
…
Dacheng squeaked, understanding that this might be the big cooperative boss they were talking about. He didn't know if there was anything he shouldn't have said in what he just said. At this moment, he looked at the contractor hesitantly, but saw the other person looking at him.
, also followed with a smile and said
"Nothing, nothing, they are just chatting casually while they are working..."
"It's okay, I'm just curious."
The middle-aged man smiled kindly, looked at the crack on Dacheng's hand, and asked, "Weren't you given gloves?"
Dacheng's face instantly turned red.
At this time, he could vaguely feel that the other person was a little older than him, because the tone of his voice, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but it always felt like the care of an elder...
But why is this big boss so kind? Their contractor is from his hometown, and he even curses when he talks.
He quickly clarified, "It's done, it's done, but I haven't put it on yet. I'll start wearing it soon -"
As he spoke, he quickly touched his trouser pocket and quickly found a glove with white thread and yellow edges.
The middle-aged man nodded, "Your body is important. If you are not used to the necessary protection, try to get used to it."
Dacheng nodded subconsciously, but the middle-aged man still remembered the previous question, "What do you mean by losing your conscience?"
Dacheng really had no choice but to explain honestly, "I said we don't have those construction sites that use bad materials. We use good materials here. Look at this brick -"
He was still holding the brick in his hand, and at this moment he subconsciously wanted to analyze it for the other party, but then he held back.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You are the ones who know best. Since you say this is good material, I can rest assured."
He looks really kind, and his eyes with a look of respect under those gold-rimmed glasses can't help but make people feel good about him.
Dacheng stood up straight, feeling that it was quite a feat to talk to such a big boss.
But the other party didn't want to delay his work. He just nodded and said, "You're busy."
Just as I was about to walk inside, a group of people cheering behind me quickly followed. I don't know why, but they seemed very stressed and didn't dare to say much.
At this moment, Dacheng didn't know where the courage came from, and he suddenly shouted
"Boss! Boss——"
He didn't know what to call him. Anyway, when he faced his superiors, he always called him "boss", so that was all he could do now.
But I don’t know why, but I always feel that my shouting is a bit unworthy of that man.
But the other party obviously felt it, and turned around at this moment——
After being stared at by everyone, Dacheng became nervous again. He rubbed his pants and said a little restrainedly.
"That... um... put on the safety helmet..."
The middle-aged man's hair was combed and shiny, and he was not wearing anything. However, on the first day when Dacheng and the others came in to start work, the construction site repeatedly issued instructions that they must wear safety helmets.
The foreman seemed to have reacted, and subconsciously quickly took off the helmet on his head, "Yes, yes, yes, you must wear it, just in case!"
It was the coldest month of winter, and he didn't know how many days he hadn't washed his hair. His hair was all stuck to his scalp. When he took off his hat, he could see the steam steaming for a moment.
The middle-aged man looked at the helmet silently and said nothing for a while.
The atmosphere immediately became awkward.
Dacheng looked around, and for some reason, he always felt he was a little hesitant.
At this moment, he was so blessed that he quickly reached out and took off his helmet, then grabbed the hem of his sweater and wiped it hard inside, before handing it over.
All this was done under the eyes of everyone. Dacheng was very embarrassed and whispered, "I...I just washed it at noon."
really.
His hair is short and spiky, now shaggy, and looks much more pleasing to the eye than the contractor's half-length greasy head.
The middle-aged man smiled and reached out his hand to take it without hesitation. "Thank you. Please go get another one."
Dacheng giggled, his dark face revealing a hint of honesty.
The middle-aged man put on his hat seriously, buckled the buckle under his head, and praised the contractor.
"You manage very well, and the workers under you are very safety-conscious. When I see you, Mr. Huo, I have to praise you."
The contractor's eyes lit up and he no longer cared about the success. He quickly nodded with a smile.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Bai is right. Our Guanshan Group's business requires work safety as the top priority..."
While talking and walking, the praise was particularly sincere.
The cold wind was getting stronger. Amidst the howling wind, Dacheng shrank his neck and soon couldn't hear what they were saying.
…
There is no shortage of safety helmets at the construction site. Da Cheng ran to the cabin where he lived and quickly got a new one.
He didn't take this matter to heart, and still worked with the coworker above him, and they were in perfect harmony with each other.
At this time, I don't know if it was a coincidence or fate, the previous boss walked out of the building next door that had reached the 8th floor with his hands behind his back.
Seeing Dacheng, he smiled subconsciously, and Dacheng also smiled stupidly.
But then, he saw the cement bucket under the hook above the opponent's head clanging, and it was quickly lifted down in the strong wind——
"careful!"
Dacheng shouted quickly, and at this time, a group of people following him had just left the door.
The middle-aged man subconsciously turned sideways and looked up——
His reaction was not unpleasant, but the cement bucket that fell from the 8th floor was quite heavy in the wind, and it was about to hit him——
"Snapped!"
Everyone closed their eyes and trembled all over.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that the partner, Mr. Bai, was unharmed, and on the ground in the distance, lying on the left and right, were a broken brick and a cement bucket with dried cement.
Dacheng stood beside him, his hands empty and breathing heavily.
At the critical moment, he threw a brick and knocked the cement bucket away.
Everyone looked shocked, but the middle-aged man wearing glasses did not change his expression. At this moment, he pushed up his glasses, looked at Dacheng and sighed, "You have courage!"
Falling objects from high altitudes are especially deadly! Dacheng's throwing of bricks may seem coincidental and simple, but if you make a mistake, the bucket may not hit, but may hit someone instead - the other party may not be able to bear this responsibility.
Because of this, Mr. Bai looked at him sincerely
"What a life-saving grace!"
People around him were still asking for help, and were still in shock.
Mr. Bai from the partner came to the construction site in person. If something happens, they will be the ones to blame!
Fortunately, fortunately!
Dacheng's face was a little red. Although it was hard to tell from his dark skin, his embarrassment couldn't be concealed.
"Yeah, it's nothing..."
In his hometown, he often worked as a part-time worker to build houses and throw bricks, and he had already developed his skills...
