"Song Zhichao, pay back!"

"Song Zhichao, you return the money you borrowed from us!"

"Song Zhichao, you come out!"

Outside the dormitory door, a group of workers shouted loudly and vigorously, and they almost broke in.

The honest Zhu Fugui kept dissuading, "Eliminate the anger, eliminate the fire, Brother Chao will give you an explanation soon." ”

But under the instigation of Yang Wei, Sun Ping and Feng Cuicui, these workers who lent money to Song Zhichao have lost their rationality, and they think that Song Zhichao can't be a supervisor, so they can't pay back their money.

I don't know who it was, and pushed Zhu Fugui.

The fat Zhu Fugui was so pushed that he almost squatted on the ground. He was stupid and didn't know what to say.

"It's useless to say so much! Let Song Zhichao come out and let him give us an explanation!" Yang Wei, who was still wearing a bandage on his head and looked like "one ear" in "Black Cat Sheriff", encouraged loudly.

For these workers who lent money to Song Zhichao, they are all low-level wage earners, and it is usually difficult to make money, but now they can't get it back when they borrow money, which is the biggest failure.

Zhu Fugui stood in front and wanted to defend Song Zhichao, but those people didn't listen to him at all, and kept pushing and shoving, which turned into punches and kicks, and Zhu Fugui couldn't resist even if he was strong.

That's when ----

With a bang, a sharp watermelon knife slashed at the gate.

Everyone was frightened and looked at the trembling hilt in a daze.

Song Zhichao bit a piece of watermelon, walked out, spit out a watermelon seed, glanced at everyone with lazy eyes, and then said: "Money, I will return it to you in a lot! Give me three days, and the five hundred yuan I owe you will be repaid in full." But if any of you want it now, then all I can give you is this sword. ”

Silent.

Everyone looked at Song Zhichao dumbfounded.

In this era, 500 yuan is not a small amount, it is equivalent to 50,000 yuan in the future. But everyone also understands that Song Zhichao really has no money, and he is forced to jump over the wall in a hurry, maybe he will really go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife, then the gain will outweigh the loss.

As soon as Yang Wei saw Song Zhichao, he reflexively hid in the crowd, as the instigator of this incident, all he cared about was the hundred yuan he lent to Song Zhichao.

Sun Ping and Feng Cuicui were quite bold, they looked at Song Zhichao, and finally left a sentence, "Three days later, we will get our own money!"

Come as fast as you go.

A group of people swarmed in and dispersed.

Soon, the people who surrounded the door of Song Zhichao's dormitory were gone.

Zhu Fugui looked at the departing crowd a little stupidly, turned back to Song Zhichao and said, "Brother Chao, what should I do next?"

In fact, Zhu Fugui didn't say a lot to Song Zhichao.

Now the factory has issued a notice to fire Song Zhichao and ask Song Zhichao to move out of the dormitory as soon as possible.

In addition, as Song Zhichao's cousin, Zhu Fugui was not spared, and was transferred from the original production workshop to the hardest warehouse and became a porter who sold coolies. Mountains of toys, waiting for him to carry them.

Needless to say, these are all Zhao Jinbao making trouble in secret, but Song Zhichao and Zhu Fugui, who are wage earners, have no ability to resist at all.

In this regard, Song Zhichao seemed to have a plan, he was not nervous at all, handed over half a piece of watermelon in his hand to Zhu Fugui, and asked with a smile: "Do you have money?"

Zhu Fugui hesitated for a moment and said, "There are a hundred." ”

After speaking, he put down the watermelon, took out a paper bag from under the cover, opened and dismantled, and at the end of the dismantling was covered with a hundred yuan.

Song Zhichao Song Zhichao glanced at him, pointed to a shoe he put on the ground, and said, "What about inside?"

Zhu Fugui picked up his shoes, took out the insole, took out another hundred, and said to Song Zhichao bitterly: "No." But his eyes were on the flower pants he was hanging.

"What about inside?" Song Zhichao pointed to the end of his flower pants.

"There's ...... inside" Zhu Fugui had a bitter face, so he had to take off his trousers, take out the hundred yuan sewn inside, and said, "I only have the last hundred left, and I really don't have it." ”

"Not honest. Song Zhichao knocked on his head.

"The 300 yuan I have saved for more than half a year is to go back to my hometown to build a house. Zhu Fugui said with a bitter face, "But if you use it to pay off the debt, I will lend it to you first." ”

Song Zhichao glanced at Zhu Fugui, who had a bitter face, took the money, and said gratefully: "Believe me, Agui, I will return this money to you soon." And I promise you, if one day I become prosperous, I will give you a big villa!"

Zhu Fugui smiled, "I'll wait." ”

Although he was stupid, he knew very well that in his opinion, it was a dream.

......

took Zhu Fugui's 300 yuan of life-saving money, Song Zhichao did not go directly to the factory to find someone to repay the money, but packed his Yanwu brand tape recorder, quickly left the dormitory, and went to find the most famous "big throat" in Panyu County.

"Big Throat" is a person's nickname.

Anyone who works in Panyu does not know him.

"Big Throat" is in the "pawn" business. This kind of business was severely cracked down on after the establishment of the new ZG, and was hailed as a cancer of "feudal ideology and exploitationism", and almost all pawns were extinct.

However, with the reform and opening up, there are still the needs of the people's lives, especially the need for workers to exchange cash, and this business has secretly blossomed and flourished.

At a commissary that bought and sold tobacco, alcohol and groceries, Song Zhichao spent ten yuan to buy a box of colorful butterfly cigarettes. The market price of this cigarette is seven yuan, but here it is three dollars more. Of course, the extra three yuan has an additional service, that is, to tell Song Zhichao where the "big throat" is doing business.

Song Zhichao took a cigarette, walked around a few alleys according to the location mentioned by the boss, and finally found the den of Big Throat to do business in a dog barking.

Pulling open the roller shutter, he glanced at Song Zhichao with a big throat who was carrying a satchel, and then threw a bone to the three wild dogs who barked the wildest, and the three dogs began to desperately snatch the bones, using both their minions and their teeth without mercy.

"Come in!" Big Throat looked around vigilantly and said to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao followed him into the house.

The place to do business is not big, and the funny thing is that there are still slogans written on the walls: "Adhere to reform and opening up, take economic development as the center".

Since he is in this business, it can be seen that Big Throat has deeply understood the meaning of this sentence.

Three rows of aluminum alloy shelves, which are filled with all kinds of "trendy gadgets" of this era. Rice cookers, pressure cookers, walkmans, VCRs, karaoke, BB players, big brother telephones, etc., it can be said that the most fashionable, advanced and stylish things of this era can be found here.

A small 14-inch TV is playing the Hong Kong TV series "The Wonder of Shushan", starring Hong Kong stars Kwan Lai-kit, Aaron Kwok and Lee Yuen-wah. Looking at the rustling sound next to it, it turned out that it was a video tape of a TV series.

"Big Throat" is a man in his thirties, dressed a little sloppy, with a mustache at the corner of his mouth, and he strokes his hand twice from time to time, making himself look like "Lu Xiaofeng".

"What do you want to sell?" Big Throat glanced at Song Zhichao, said a word in Cantonese, sat on the chair with half of his buttocks, shook his legs, picked up the mung bean paste next to the TV and ate it, his eyes did not leave the TV, and in the TV, the "Shi Sheng" who had become a blood demon was fighting against the "Xuanyuan Dharma King".

Song Zhichao didn't talk nonsense, he directly opened the satchel he brought, took out his brand-new "Yan Wu" brand radio, and placed it on the conspicuous counter.

"Look at this thing, how much is it worth?"

Only then did Big Throat press the "pause button" of the videotape, and while eating the mung bean paste, he looked at the tape recorder brought by Song Zhichao.

I touched the keys of the tape recorder with my hand, opened the cassette case, looked at it repeatedly, and said, "Well, it's pretty new." ”

"How much money can you pay?" Song Zhichao was straightforward, unwilling to talk to the other party.

Big Throat laughed, put down the mung bean paste in his hand, and said, "Don't be so anxious." Do you have any purchase receipts for this tape recorder?"

Song Zhichao snapped, then showed the invoice and slapped it on the table, "I bought it for two hundred and eight, and it won't take a month." ”

Big Throat was a little surprised, "What's the matter, do you still sell it if you have an invoice?"

"I'm short of money. Song Zhichao said.

Big Throat laughed, "I know, you won't come to trick me if you don't lack money!"

Then he said: "Is it for sale for a hundred yuan?"

Song Zhichao didn't answer, repacked the tape recorder and was about to leave.

The big throat was anxious, "Okay, okay, okay, don't joke with you--- one hundred and fifteen, I'll take your goods low!"

Song Zhichao continued to pack.

The big throat said again: "The fire is so big, what are you doing? Come and eat mung bean paste to lower the fire first!"

The big throat held the mung bean paste and stopped Song Zhichao, who was packing and leaving.

Song Zhichao put down his satchel and said to the big throat: "I'll let you make the money, but your offer can't be too outrageous." One hundred and fifteen, I'll take as much as you have. ”

"Say you're grumpy, big guy. There is no such urgency as you in business. Big Throat said with a smile, "I know you're in a hurry to wait for the money, the rivers and lakes are in a hurry, one hundred and eighteen, I'll take this tape recorder." ”

Song Zhichao smiled, and suddenly changed to Cantonese and said: "At least two hundred, don't talk about it!"

Big Throat didn't expect this kid to speak Cantonese so slippery, and gritted his teeth, "Are you going to eat me? ”

Song Zhichao snatched the mung bean paste from Big Throat's hand, swallowed it all in one gulp, threw the empty bowl back to Big Throat, and said, "I don't have to accept it--- but I also don't have to sell it!"