Chapter 7: To add insult to injury

"I have to go, the landlord is looking for me, you go on. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The restaurant is still 4 kilometers away from the rental office, it is not far away, it is not close to it, if there is no urgency on weekdays, Wen Qiang will definitely walk back, but tonight the house is on fire, 100,000 urgent.

A gray sedan stopped beside him, and the driver honked his horn twice.

"Handsome guy, can't you go."

It turned out to be a wild car, and it was difficult to get a taxi around. No matter, I'm in a hurry.

"How much does it cost to go to Qianjiawan?"

β€œ40”

"Don't fool me, just 4 kilometers away, 20 walks?"

"At least 30."

"Just give 25, don't go."

"Alright, alright, let's get on."

Wen Qiang rushed to the rental house, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and found that the door had been broken, and the inside was a mess, and the whole house emitted a strong smell of burning. The electric fan was badly burned, many books were scorched, and the walls were blackened. Wen Qiang's expression was wooden, silent, he sat on the corner of the bed with a slump of his ass, only to hear a click, the bed collapsed, Wen Qiang simply got up, closed his eyes tightly, and kept silently thinking about something in his heart......"

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and Wen Qiang's mood at the moment was the same as the night, without a trace of light.

That's when the landlord came in.

"Wen Qiang, thank the two people next door for finding out in time, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable. How many times have I told you, don't buy second-hand goods, the electric fans are old like this, you still use them, you see, something happened. ”

"My house has been burned like this by you, let's talk about how to compensate. You see, the wiring is burned out, the walls are burned out, and I have to renovate them. In this way, I don't think it's easy for you, so let's lose 5000. I'm going to renovate the house right away, I can't rent the house to you, so you better move as soon as possible in the next two days. ”

"Uncle Qian, I'm sorry, I forgot to turn off the fan when I left, I will definitely pay for it, I will get you money early tomorrow morning."

Early the next morning, Wen Qiang went to the bank to check the balance, there was only 4,456 yuan in the card, and 4,400 yuan was withdrawn, leaving only 56 yuan. Originally, he wanted to take out all of them, but the bank staff persuaded him to keep the card, and he had to close the account when the money was withdrawn. The money was supposed to be remitted back to my hometown to treat my mother's illness, but now it's all gone.

"Uncle Qian, there is 4,400 yuan here, which is all my belongings, and I still owe you 600, so I will give you an IOU."

The landlord looked at Wen Qiang's sincere and downcast appearance.

"Xiaowen, forget it, don't make a joke, isn't there more than 2 months left for the rent to expire, I'll charge you 4,000 yuan, and we'll settle it." You're actually quite good, and I also have difficulties, don't blame my uncle, ah. ”

The landlord patted Wen Qiang on the shoulder, as if he was a little apologetic.

"Uncle Qian, thank you, I'll go find a house today and make room for you as soon as possible."

Wen Qiang simply packed up his things, but in fact, there was nothing to tidy up, just a few clothes and pants, two pairs of socks, toiletries and a stack of books, bed sheets, blankets, and pillows were no longer usable.

The landlord shouted outside the house: "Xiaowen, Xiaowen, someone is looking for it." ”

"Uncle Qian, who?"