The midsummer morning is full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit, and every day seems to be racing against the night, and the sky in Shanghai is already bright at 7 o'clock in the morning.

Mo Fan got up on time as usual, changed his clothes, took his toothbrush, toothpaste and towel and went to the public bathroom in the corridor to wash.

Because it was an old house, there was no bathroom in the room. After washing up, Mo Fan returned to his room, took his computer bag, and prepared to ride a bicycle to the subway station a kilometer away, squeeze the subway to go to work at the company.

"Alas, Lao Yang has also never paid his salary, how can I live if I don't pay it. Not to mention the rent, the phone bill is almost gone. ”

Mo Fan muttered and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the reminder text message he had just received about the insufficient balance of the phone bill, shook his head and swept a shared bicycle, took out a pack of white sand from his computer bag, lit a cigarette and rode towards the subway station.

Mo Fan works as an interior designer for a decorating company in the city center. A month's salary plus commission is about 4,500 yuan. Originally, in addition to rent and living expenses, I could save nearly 2,000 yuan a month. But Mo Fan hasn't been paid for two months. The boss Yang Qiang has been in arrears with Mo Fan's wages on the grounds of the company's poor performance, and on the other hand, he bombarded Mo Fan with chicken soup for the soul and sugar-coated shells, so that they could work with peace of mind.

It was not yet 7:30 a.m. when we arrived at the subway station, but the subway station was already overcrowded. At this point, I am basically in a hurry to go to work in the city center. After all, the mornings are still full of coolness, plus there are more than ten stops from the old town to the city center. It's easy to be late if you don't leave early.

Mo Fan was shoulder-to-shoulder for a while, and finally squeezed into the subway, and the carriage was also shoulder to shoulder. After standing in the carriage for nearly an hour and trotting for nearly 10 minutes, I finally arrived at the company.

Rushed to the company and punched the card at exactly 8:40. Mo Fan put the computer bag in his seat, and then got a glass of water at the bar, helplessly waiting for Yang Qiang's bloody morning meeting every day.

Over time. After other colleagues arrived, Yang Qiang instilled another half an hour of chicken soup for the soul. It means that the company has no working capital now, and the employees who are willing to stay and work hard will be the company's veterans after the company tide over the difficulties, and enjoy the company's total performance dividends or something in the future. It's all unrealistic.

After the meeting ended, Mo Fan hesitated outside Yang Qiang's office for a long time. Because he usually likes to go to his construction site when he is not busy, he has a good relationship with some of the company's project managers over time, and from them, Mo Fan learned that the company has actually become a shell company now, and its finances are seriously in deficit. Yang Qiang's management is not good, and the owner is charged a very high price, promising to achieve the best materials and the best project quality. But when the contract is actually awarded to the project manager, the price is extremely low, and the materials can only be regarded as medium. The difference in the middle went into Yang Qiang's own pocket. Now the company's employees have no salaries, the project manager has not been able to pay the project payment for a long time, and even the money of the material supplier is in arrears again and again. Like most employees, he is not willing to let his salary go down the drain and hopes to get some of it. As a result, it has been dragged on until now.

Mo Fan is an introvert and doesn't talk much, but he understands everything in his heart, and he has a stomach full of words in his heart, ready to go in and talk to Yang Qiang clearly. He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and knocked a few times on the office door. "Knock knock..."

"Please come in. Yang Qiang's deep voice came from inside the door.

"Mr. Yang, hello, I have something I want to talk to you about. Pushing open the door, Mo Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said categorically.

"Xiaofan, come, come, let's sit down and say. After speaking, Yang Qiang picked up the cigarette case on the desk, smoked one, and handed it to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan took the cigarette and looked at it, good guy, he still smoked a big heavy nine, thinking to himself, didn't this old guy always say that he had no money? "Thank you, Mr. Yang, that's the case, you see, our company hasn't paid wages for two months, and my rent should be paid again at the end of the month, and the landlord has urged me several times, and I'm really tight now, and I can't pay the phone bill..."

"Xiaofan, I know what you want to say, you have been in the company for almost half a year, I have always valued you, and I have given you a lot of opportunities, you said yes, you just graduated and came to our company, the designer assistant did less than a month I will give you a regular and allow you to pick up customers alone. You must know that I trust you very much, the company is now the bottleneck period of development, several large projects have put the company's old bottom into it, and after the acceptance of the company, the company will naturally pay everyone wages when it has money. You have difficulties, but everyone has difficulties, if I send it to you alone, what will other colleagues think? And the company really doesn't have money now. Yang Qiang himself lit a cigarette and said to Mo Fan with a bitter look while smoking.

In fact, it is not the first time that Mo Fan has heard this kind of words, and when he came to find Yang Qiang last month, he also said similar words. Yang Qiang seems to be an upright person, and he seems to be good to everyone, but when it comes to money, there are just a few words.

"Mr. Yang, I know that the company is in difficulty now, can you privately fund me, you know, my hometown is in Chengyi City, and it is not easy to find a family to ask for money when I go to work now, I am completely self-sufficient now. What if..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Qiang said strongly, "Xiaofan, it's not that I don't want to help you, I don't have any money now, the money is all in the company." Saying that, Yang Qiang shook his hand helplessly, and the huge gold watch flashed golden light in front of Mo Fan. Let Mo Fan not fight in one place.

"Although I am the largest shareholder of the company, but not everything is up to me, you should also know the construction site of Yujing Jaeger-LeCoultre, right? The bay window of the master bedroom is obviously a concrete structure, and you did not understand it clearly when communicating with the customer in the early stage, and the drawings indicated it, so the project manager dismantled and made the bay window cabinet. The structure damaged the structure of the building, and the company spent more than 20,000 yuan to find someone to repair it, and the other shareholders felt that this cost should be borne by you, or I strongly dissuaded it, so it was decided that you, the company and the project manager should bear one-third each. There are also several other construction sites where you have lost money, and you have an unshirkable responsibility. After calculating that there are more than 12,000 before and after, and your two-month salary is 11,000 yuan, I also thought that you were in difficulty so I didn't let you make up the money. You should be grateful to me. Yang Qiang lay comfortably on the office chair and looked at Mo Fan with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Yang, it's wrong for you to do this, the bay window of Yujing Jaeger-LeCoultre has nothing to do with me. At the beginning, I communicated with the owner, I should not be able to see what kind of knot structure the bay window arrived at with my eyes, and the developer's drawings were not marked, I communicated with the project manager and supervisor when I gave the bottom on the spot, and first chiseled a part to see the structure inside, if it is concrete, it will not be demolished. During the construction of the structure, it was clear that it was chiseled and saw that it was concrete, but the supervisor said that there was no problem with this kind of demolition, so he asked the project manager to find someone to demolish it without communicating with me and the owner. What does this have to do with me, several other construction sites are also in a similar situation, Supervisor Yan is also one of the shareholders of the company, he patted his chest and said that there was no problem, and under repeated strong demands, what can I do with the project manager? Is this also my responsibility? Do I still have to guard the construction site all the time? What is the use of supervision?" Mo Fan became more and more excited the more he spoke, and Yang Qiang wanted to say something several times but stopped.

"Mr. Yang, you are a big boss, you smoke a pack of more than 90 Dazhongjiu, with more than 100,000 gold watches, why is it difficult for us to work? Do you think it's appropriate for you to stand on top and ask us to promise service and quality to our customers, but you keep squeezing our designers and project managers for your own interests, and you have to come to us to settle accounts when there is a problem?"

In one breath, he said all the words he was holding in his heart, and Mo Fan felt indescribably happy at the moment. Yang Qiang's face became darker and darker with Mo Fan's words, and he felt like a hungry wolf ready to pounce.

"Mo Fan, you make it clear to me that the company has rules and regulations, and you have already made it clear to you when you signed the labor contract. I'll tell you, what cigarettes I smoke and what watch I bring has nothing to do with you, you just need to know that I don't have the money to lend you. And to tell you clearly, your salary has already been deducted, and you don't want to end a penny of your salary, and those who know each other will either go to work honestly this month and sign more customers to calculate your salary when they have money next month, or they will give me a fuck. Yang Qiang threw the cigarette to the ground and listened to Mo Fan viciously, and Mo Fan felt furious when he saw it. Mo Fan was also really aggrieved at the moment, wanting to cry, wanting to scold, and even wanting to pick up the ashtray on the table and smash it on Yang Qiang's head. But for a moment, I thought of my parents in my hometown and the promise I made to my parents, and I had mixed feelings. After half a ring, Mo Fan still chose to give in. "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, I'm a little emotional today, and I want to take a day off to go back and adjust. After speaking, without waiting for Yang Qiang to speak, he turned around and walked out of Yang Qiang's office.

"Sample, fight with me, so cowardly, you deserve to work for the rest of your life. Mo Fan outside the door hadn't gone far before he heard Yang Qiang's confession again. I felt even more uncomfortable, so I held back my tears, tidied up my clothes, patted my face, and walked to my workstation.

"Mo Fan, what's wrong? I didn't see you after the meeting, I thought you were going to bomb the toilet?" Walking to the workstation, Mo Fan was packing his computer bag when a joking voice came from beside him. The person who came was naturally Lin Xiong from the same design group as Mo Fan. This person is oily and smooth, never sloppy when he deceives customers, and he is familiar with it like an old friend whether he is familiar with it or not. is also the person Mo Fan hates more.

"It's nothing, there is something to do today, and I asked Mr. Yang for a day off. No, I'm ready to go out. Mo Fan adjusted his mood, returned to his usual simplicity, and said to Lin Xiong with a smile. After speaking, he took the things and ignored Lin Xiong's ridicule and asked, and walked outside the company.

After Mo Fan came out of the company, he took the subway back to the old town where he rented a house, and found a cheap Internet café for a day of masturbation, and it was already evening when he came out of the Internet café. After a day of venting in the game, my mood is much better, and my wallet has lost a lot of weight. I bought a fried noodle at a stall next to the Internet café and a bottle of beer at the entrance of the community, and returned to my rental house happily.

I threw my computer bag on the bed, moved a chair, put fried noodles and beer on the chair, and looked around at the rental house where I had lived for almost half a year.

The room is not big, the home is very simple, a bed, a wardrobe, two chairs, that's all there is to the house. It looks inexplicably bleak. "When will I have money? When will I be able to go back to my hometown without having a good income? It would be nice if I could have a lot of money so that people can't bully me. ”

Thinking about it, Mo Fan opened the beer and poured a big sip, ate a few bites of fried noodles, and felt dizzy and a little swollen and painful. Morfan has always been very poor at drinking, and he can get drunk with a glass of beer. After feeling the swelling and pain in my head, I simply didn't go to wash and lay down on the bed.

It was getting darker and darker, and Mo Fan slowly fell asleep. Little did he know that this night was the turning point he had always wanted to change his fate.