As soon as she heard Nishino say that she was in trouble, she didn't think about it, and turned her right hand sideways and made a very polite movement: "Please speak-"

Nishino held his chin: "I need a sum of money......"

"How much do you need?"

"Fifty or sixty thousand."

"What for, can I know?"

"It's not that flowery turnip. That kid borrowed 20,000 usury, and it became 40,000 in just ten days. ”

"Loan sharks? Did he make a note? ”

"I didn't ask about that."

"We are a socialist country, and we do not allow usury to charge interest without limit. The law stipulates that the interest rate of private loans shall be four times that of banks in the same period, and shall not exceed 36% of the annual interest rate, which can fluctuate at 24-36%. ”

"But the usury borrowed by Hua Loubai is calculated on a daily basis, and it seems that it is not protected by the law."

"Doubling the loan in ten days is illegal and profiteering. Besides, the money borrowed by Hua Loubai has nothing to do with you, so let him settle it himself. ”

"I promised the loan shark a grace period of seven days plus 10,000 yuan in interest."

"You think you are a landlord and an old man, and you will add 10,000 yuan when you open your mouth."

"At that time, I was helpless. The loan sharks are ruthless, and I can't die without help. ”

"It's not that I don't want to help you, there's really no need to put yourself in there."

"Alas, don't say that Hua Loubai is to blame, he is to blame, let him fend for himself. When do I go to the blood bank? ”

"You can go now, I'm going to be busy." After Hu Qunzi finished speaking, he returned to her swivel chair and sat down.

"Won't you send me there?"

"Take the bus, of course, you can walk, you can experience the real inner feelings of the blood sellers."

"Okay." Nishino left the company sullenly.

There was no wind on the streets, and the temperature was gradually rising. Nishino stood under the stop sign, bored looking at the passing vehicles, thirty minutes passed, and there was no bus to the blood station. He was a little anxious, and carefully looked at the road map on the stop sign, and there was no place name such as a blood station at all.

Nishino looked around for a while, and saw that there happened to be an aunt sitting in a newsstand nearby, and there were no customers. He decided to go over and inquire, and after picking out a copy of the "Global Times" and "Reference News" on the newsstand, Nishino asked, "Auntie, how many buses will I take to the blood collection center?" ”

The aunt couldn't understand Mandarin and said in Cantonese: "Lei Youhui Hato (where are you going)?" ”

Nishino couldn't understand Cantonese, so he had to write the word "blood station" in the newspaper and bring it to his aunt's eyes: "Blood station." ”

After watching it for a long time, the aunt understood that Xiye was going to the blood station, but she didn't have much culture, and she spoke a lot of Cantonese, but Xiye didn't understand a word.

But he was embarrassed to say that he didn't know Cantonese, and in order to express his gratitude to his aunt, Nishino said in the Cantonese he had just learned: "Oh (thank you)!"

The aunt thought that Nishino understood, and smiled knowingly: "I am polite (no thanks)." ”

After walking a few steps, Nishino patted his head: It's difficult to find the police, why am I so stupid? I don't know if you can call 110 and ask the police.

He pulled out his mobile phone and dialed 110, and the police officer on duty pointed out the route to Nishino in non-standard Mandarin. This time I finally understood, it turned out that the blood station was in the suburbs, not very far from the Yangcheng Building, and it was only a 20-minute walk, and the police also said a plan to go through the residential area and take a shortcut.

Nishino followed the route told by the police, and sure enough, after passing through several villages, he arrived at an unusually secluded place, surrounded by high walls, and there was only one door to enter, and there was an iron gate at the door, on which were four hollowed-out wrought iron words: Central Blood Station.

Most of the people who came out of the blood station were pale, but they had just collected blood and had not yet recovered. When I was in college, the school organized many voluntary blood donations. Nishino donated blood once, and the compensation he received was a packet of milk powder and a "heavenly umbrella".

Despite the donation of 600 milliliters, the blood station did not issue a blood donation card, and Nishino was not so enthusiastic. Today, he is not here to donate blood, but to learn about the specific social phenomenon of selling blood for money.

Nishino went up a slope, turned a corner, and in the distance came into view in front of a three-story building, which was a specialized blood collection center. Walking into a room on the first floor, Nishino felt a little strange when he saw dozens of long chairs in it, and there were about one or two dozen people sitting in a sparse place.

The curious Nishino came out again, and stood in front of the building on a spacious concrete floor to watch, with a huge banyan tree in the middle, and fifty or sixty people stood below, talking about it.

When he inquired, Nishino was surprised: it turned out that selling blood was not worth much, and the price was 0.5-1.0/ml, 600 ml of blood, and the blood station would give up to 600 yuan when the supply was in short supply, and 300 yuan when the supply was oversupply. Today, the price is low, and many people hesitate not to sell, it has already come, and they can only get half of the money when they sell.

He also learned that there is a difference between donating blood and selling it, one is provided free of charge and the other is provided for a fee. Before collecting blood, blood samples need to be taken for testing to detect whether they carry the virus, and the blood of healthy people will be collected in large quantities, otherwise it will not be collected.

Blood is not drawn immediately after the test results are available. After the medical staff took the roll call according to the registered roster, they asked each person who provided the blood source to drink a large bowl of salt boiled water, dilute the concentration of the blood, and rest for 15 minutes to relax in order to collect blood smoothly.

In order to gain an in-depth understanding of the specific procedures of blood collection, Nishino also signed up nervously.

Then the staff took a photo of him, saying that he wanted to file it. Following the instructions of the medical staff, Nishino completed all the preparations and sat in the break room for almost an hour before it was his turn to draw blood.

He was joined by a fair-eyed woman, though they didn't know each other. The woman smiled at him, revealing neat white teeth, and her facial features were quite dignified.

Nishino smiled back, and sat up straight on the stool in the blood collection room. The paramedics used a rubber tube to tie the upper end of his arm, and after a while, the blood vessels were congested and clearly visible.

Through the glass window, a female doctor wearing a mask lifted a blood collection needle about two inches long and plunged it into the veins of her arm, and under the action of pressure, the blood collected into the blood collection tube, and the tube instantly turned dark red.

The blood slowly flowed into the sterile vessel where the blood was collected, and although the sound was subtle, Nishino could still hear it with his eyes closed. When he drew about 300 ml, Nishino felt like vomiting, and his head was a little dizzy and blank. In just a few minutes, it seems like ten years have passed.

"Alright." After the 600 ml blood collection was completed, the medical staff finally pulled out the needle, and Nishino suddenly felt relaxed, and he pressed the cotton wool on the wound, a little tired. He rested his head on the back of the bench, sat down in the lounge, and quietly pondered a question: Why did Hu Qunzi want him to come to the blood station to experience life?

After receiving the money, Nishino silently walked out of the blood collection center, the sun was shining on the ground, and it was already noon. In front of him walked several women in their 30s, holding umbrellas. They must have just come out of the blood collection center, and one of them was wearing a denim suit, and Nishino was very impressed, and he saw her when he had his blood drawn.

The woman was chatting with the other two as she walked, and suddenly her hand fumbled in the pocket behind her pants for a while, probably to take something, and accidentally a few red hundred-dollar bills fell to the ground, and she didn't notice it.

The money fell to the ground and no one noticed. He quickly bent down and picked up the money that was rolled together, and opened it to see that it was exactly 300, which was 600 milliliters in exchange.

At this time, the salary of the average general worker working in Guangzhou was only about six or seven hundred, including overtime, so although this money was not much, if someone else found it, it was likely that it would not be returned to the original owner.

Nishino tugged at the money in his palm and continued to walk forward. Suddenly the woman returned, looking nervous, and not speaking, her eyes anxiously searched the ground until she found the gate of the blood station, and then turned back.

The money is in Nishino's hands, even if she digs three feet into the ground, it is in vain. The woman walked back and forth twice on the section where the money had been dropped, her eyes were red, and she almost cried.

"I saw her lose her money, and I didn't return it to her directly, this 300 yuan is her hard-earned money, I can't keep it for myself, but I also have a few years of higher education." Nishino's heart was tormented, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he made a great decision - to collect gold.

When the woman passed by Nishino's side for the third time, he took the initiative to greet him: "Sister, what are you looking for?" ”

"Money—" The woman was anxious.

"Money from selling blood?"

"Well, did you see that?"

"How much?"

“300。”

"Do you remember what money looks like?"

"After the three sheets are folded in half twice, they are rolled together."

"Then I just picked up a few hundred dollars, see if it's yours?" Nishino opened the palm of his right hand, and 300 yuan immediately appeared in front of the woman's eyes.

The woman picked it up and looked at it carefully, her tears glistened, she was excited, and she didn't know what to say: "Really...... Thank you so much......"

In order to test whether the woman was greedy, Nishino opened his left hand again: "Look again, is this yours?"

Seeing that the money was only folded in half once, the woman hesitated for a second: "This ...... It's not my ......" and then took his 300 yuan and left.

Looking at her back as she gradually walked away, Nishino smiled because he had done something very meaningful. Although it is not a feat, in the face of a small temptation, he sees the true self in the depths of his soul and the good side of human nature, which is very pleasant.

On the way back to the company, Nishino thought a lot. Recalling his personal experience in the blood collection center, especially the scene of picking up money and repaying the money, he saw the fragility of human nature, understood the difficulties and helplessness of life, and it was not easy to integrate into the city and survive decently, his dream was so far away, and his hope was so slim.