Chapter 370: Ms. Dong
On the way back to the jewelry store, Huang Chengcheng said while driving: "Boss Tian, you are really good at doing business, how can you not believe the customer? It seems that you have made money again!" I smiled and said that it is not so easy, whether the business can be successful or not is still unknown, but at least I have to work hard. Huang Chengcheng nodded again and again, and began to talk about it again, saying that the prices in Thailand are so expensive now, and the price of gasoline has actually risen twice this month.
At first, I didn't understand it, but then I realized that I was crying poverty, and I said, "Let you pull me to run less than ten kilometers and start crying poor?" Do you want me to reimburse you for the gas money?"
Huang Chengcheng hurriedly said: "How can it be? Boss Tian don't think I think of spicy or bad, okay? How can a friend do this, the spicy department will be laughed at by Yinqi!" I thought to myself, it seems that I am thinking too much, Huang Chengcheng continued, in fact, the most expensive is labor, he took me out for more than an hour, ran to two places, during this time if I am in the jewelry store, maybe I can receive several customers, if someone shopping, at least I can earn a few thousand baht, but now I have to accompany me out to do errands, this money will not be earned.
Speaking of which, I still want money, I thought to myself, I really can't think about Huang Chengcheng in my heart, so I said: "Are you embarrassed to ask for labor costs? Last night, I also invited you to drink and sing at KTV, which also costs money, which time doesn't you have to pay seven or eight thousand baht?" Huang Chengcheng said that one yard is one yard, how can a treat between friends be linked to labor costs. I was completely speechless, and I didn't bother to argue with him, thinking that it would be okay, spending money to buy peace of mind also gave him some motivation, so I asked you how much labor costs I had.
"Don't talk about it!" Huang Chengcheng said, "Friends don't talk about labor costs, it's called hard work!" I was so angry that I really wanted to smash his car, and when I asked how much, Huang Chengcheng said that 500 baht was enough. I had to take out the 500 baht bill and hand it to him, Huang Chengcheng happily put it into the breast pocket of his shirt, and began to say that the weather is really good today, and I think his posture of stepping on the gas pedal seems to be more energetic.
When I returned to the jewelry store, I didn't have a notebook, so I used the antique computer in Huang Chengcheng's bedroom to send both videos to the email address provided by Ms. Dong, and then sent the black-clothed Azan midnight spell stored in my mobile phone and the video of Master Lushi in Chiang Mai giving empowerment to a client. The video was given to me by Kaohsiung, because his customers basically don't communicate through the Internet, so the mobile phone is also old, and the photo is okay, but the video effect is very poor.
At noon, Wu Di made assorted fried rice, I was eating, and received an unfamiliar number, it was Ms. Dong calling: "Little brother, I received the video you sent, it seems that you are really in Thailand!" I smiled and said of course, she asked me about the content of the other two paragraphs, I explained them one by one, and simply popularized to her what is called Long Po, Lu Shi and Azan.
Ms. Dong said that she was talking about making international calls and asked me when I would return to China. I thought about it: "If there is no accident, I will come back tomorrow, book tickets tonight, I have a Buddhist brand shop in Beijing, and I want to go back to Beijing directly." If you want me to go to Baoji to understand the situation on the spot, you have to pay for the air ticket. Ms. Dong was a little hesitant, it seemed that she was worried about the money. It's no wonder that I was deceived three times before, not to mention the small 100,000 yuan, and I almost put myself in, so I didn't persuade her to think about it for herself and contact her at any time.
The next morning, I didn't ask Huang Chengcheng to take me to the airport, but planned to take the subway, taking a taxi to the airport in Bangkok is not expensive, and it is twenty or thirty yuan more than the subway and light rail, but because it is daytime, Bangkok is very congested during the day. But looking for Huang Chengcheng may have to give him a "hard fee", which is more expensive than calling a taxi. Just as I was about to leave, I received a call from Ms. Dong, saying that she planned to let me go over and have a look, and she would book a ticket for me now.
"This ......" I said that it was booked last night, and I flew back to Beijing at noon, and I had to refund and rebook the ticket if I changed to Baoji, and I had to add additional fees.
Ms. Dong was a little discouraged: "I knew that I had decided yesterday, okay, you refund the ticket first, and I will help you book a flight to Xi'an immediately." In China, in addition to the athletes, it is estimated that the salesman is the salesman, and then the company executives, I am an inconspicuous card dealer who can also be very happy. I think this industry is profitable and easy, and I can travel all over the country, which is really good.
I went to Xianyang Airport, and when I came out, it was already evening, and Ms. Dong asked a friend to drive me to Baoji at the airport. Her family is in the urban area of Baoji City, and after meeting, I saw that she was a young woman with a moderate figure and good looks, and asked me if I had a supper, and she would take me there now. I hurriedly said no, Ms. Dong was very enthusiastic, saying that this community is my home, don't rush upstairs first, it's in this store, it tastes very good. I'm actually really a little hungry, thinking that this Ms. Dong is very understanding, so I don't need to excuse myself, I ordered cold skin with meat and steamed buns in the store, Ms. Dong is obviously not very hungry, and when I eat cold noodles with me, I basically eat them one by one with chopsticks.
I finished eating as soon as I could, and she took me into the neighborhood and into the house. The room is well decorated, and it can be seen that Ms. Dong's family is at least well-off and has a good income. I also saw her husband, lying motionless on the bed, without a quilt. Strangely, he was actually wearing a hospital gown, the light blue and white striped kind. "I just came back from the hospital yesterday, and I didn't have time to change it, and I kept making trouble and didn't let me touch it. Ms. Dong sat on the sofa and said a little tiredly.
Ms. Dong's husband was not a few years older than me, about forty years old, and he lay down in a very regular manner with his eyes open. I was just about to enter the bedroom when Ms. Dong stopped me and said that I couldn't disturb him, otherwise he would suddenly go crazy and it would be difficult to persuade me. I nodded, lit the wax next to the bedroom door, and told Ms. Dong not to move. The smoke slowly rose and finally turned into the bedroom, where it drifted over Ms. Dong's husband.
Suddenly, her husband sat up, turned his head and asked loudly, "There is a ghost!" Originally, the room was very quiet, but his voice almost scared me unconscious, thinking what was wrong, how could I be startled. Ms. Dong hurriedly said no, no, and quickly closed the bedroom door.
"Your husband has yin energy in his body," I said to her, sitting on the sofa in the living room, "what the hell is going on?"
Ms. Dong depressedly stirred her long hair with her hands, lowered her head, and let go of her hand for a while, as if she had just been violent. She took a few large sips of water and began to tell me what had happened. It turned out that her husband's surname was Du, the owner of a decoration company, and the benefits were good, and it was not so hard, so he had a lot of leisure time. Mr. Du is bold, is a staunch atheist, and likes to travel especially adventure, what Lop Nur, Hoh Xili, no one Tibetan area has been, often several friends each drive off-road vehicles, as far as Baoji to Thailand.