"Old classmate, the two hundred yuan will be gone as soon as you enter the hospital."

"Old Song, do you think I'm a bank? Spent 200 dollars a day? ”

Lin Haiyang hated to drop the phone, but reason reminded him not to offend Song Wen, this person didn't know how many secrets he had.

"Old classmate, you know that my family has a large population and a big burden, so you can barely make it difficult." Mrs. Song on the other end of the phone poked Song Wen and stretched out her hand to compare a number, Song Wen hurriedly looked around, and found that the owner of the South Goods Store was sorting out melon seeds in the corner, so she covered the microphone with her hand and whispered: "One thousand yuan, you give me a thousand yuan, this matter ends here." ”

"A thousand!" Lin Haiyang was furious, "Song asked, don't go too far." ”

On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Song whispered, "A thousand yuan? It's too cheap for him, and he has to ask for at least five thousand yuan. ”

Song Wen glanced at the owner of the southern goods store, covered the microphone and whispered, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." A little bit can't scare Lin Haiyang to death all at once. ”

"Old classmate, it's only a thousand yuan, it's not like you can't take it out. Besides, Miss Shi is rich. ”

"Old Song, don't deceive people too much."

Lin Haiyang was furious.

"Calm down old classmate, this is the last time, hehe the last time."

Lin Haiyang thought about it: "1,000 yuan to buy all the letters that Meilan gave you." ”

Song Wen sneered: "A thousand yuan to buy all?" Old classmate, your mind is so good. Hehe, 5,000 yuan, not a single child is missing. ”

Lin Haiyang on the other end of the phone hesitated: "I'll think about it." ”

Seeing Song Wen put down the phone, Mrs. Song asked beautifully, "It's done?" ”

"He's going to think about it."

"Consider, what else to consider?" Mrs. Song's voice became sharp, and Song Wen hurriedly covered her mouth: "Be quiet." ”

When the husband and wife walked out of the South Goods Store, Mrs. Song hurriedly asked, "Five thousand yuan, but we don't believe it, what should we do?" ”

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, don't worry, I have my own way." Song Wen smiled, as if five thousand yuan was in front of him, "I can write a letter imitating Meilan's handwriting." ”

"Meilan, Meilan, it's really nice." Mrs. Song pursed her lips.

"Okay, okay, my good wife, our old husband and wife have been ten years, don't you know me yet?." Song Wen patted his wife's arm and signaled that she was relieved.

Back then, Song Wen had a crush on Meng Meilan, and he once imitated her handwriting wholeheartedly, but he didn't expect to be able to use it now.

Thinking of this, Song Wen sighed in his heart: All this is really thanks to Meilan's spirit in the sky, don't worry, Meilan, I will set up a tablet for you when I get the money,

Here, the Song family and his wife are thinking about how to spend 5,000 yuan at home, and Lin Haiyang in the editor-in-chief office of Pujiang Evening News is furious!

Five thousand! Five thousand, Song asked why you didn't die!

Lin Haiyang angrily pushed the newspaper on the table to the ground, waving his arms, which was very different from the gentle and elegant image in the past.

The phone rang like fried beans again, and Lin Haiyang grabbed the phone: "Song ......"

"Haiyang, where are you in the newspaper, Haiyang, you fired that Miss Fan today, I'm so angry."

Shi Cuiping's voice came, and Lin Haiyang held back his anger and asked, "That Miss Fan who had an accident the day before yesterday?" Why did she go to you? ”

"What's more, I'm really ashamed to die today, that woman is crazy, rushing to the department store and saying that I hurt her? Please, I can't see her even downward, what kind of person is she, worthy of my heart? The more Shi Cuiping spoke, the more excited she became, and Lin Haiyang comforted: "Okay, okay, I know, I'll fire her immediately, are you okay?" I'll go see you after work. "By the way, Haiyang, she threatened me, she said that Meng Meilan was angry with me! How does she know? Haiyang, how could she mention Meng Meilan's matter? ”

Lin Haiyang frowned, thinking of the situation in the conference room yesterday, he must have instigated it behind his back, this Song Wen!

"Alright, alright. It's been two years, and she's a madman now, who would believe a madman's words. Yes, I made you wronged, Cui Ping......"

Lin Haiyang comforted him for a long time, and Shi Cuiping hung up the phone angrily.

Lin Haiyang stood at the window, looking at the pedestrians downstairs, he lit a cigarette but didn't put it to his mouth, only held it between his fingertips, the smoke rose faintly, he was suddenly irritable, and he didn't care about the burn, so he turned the cigarette into a ball, opened the window, and threw it out.

He already had an idea in his mind.

"Please help me find Lao Song, the Song editor of Pujiang Evening News."

He picked up the phone.

"What? Old classmate, can you give me 5,000 yuan? Okay, okay, I'll go get the money now."

Editor Song smiled.

"You've taken a leave of absence, don't come to the newspaper office, meet at that coffee shop at the newspaper intersection."

Editor Song happily came to the coffee shop and saw Lin Haiyang sitting in a corner waiting for him.

"What should Lao Song drink?"

Lin Haiyang greeted.

"I don't drink anymore. What about money? ”

Song Wen stared at Lin Haiyang.

"Letters, one hand to the letter, one hand to pay the money."

Song Wen took out an envelope from his pocket and slapped it on the table; "The letter is here, I want cash, what should you do if you regret writing a check?"

"I don't have that much cash right now."

Lin Haiyang remained silent, glanced at the envelope, and sighed in his heart: No, it was not Meilan's letter.

His wife Meilan has always lived a very romantic life, she writes letters in an envelope printed with roses, but the letter that Song Wen took out, a brown paper envelope, has Meng Meilan's handwriting on it.

Lin Haiyang held back his anger. said in a low voice: "Old Song, are you scolding me?" ”

Song asked for a moment: "What?" ”

"This is not Meilan's letter, Meilan never uses this kind of brown paper envelope."

Song Wen secretly complained in his heart, imitated Meng Meilan's handwriting, and found an envelope and rubbed it for a long time, just to look old, but he didn't expect Meng Meilan to never use this kind of brown paper envelope.

Meng Meilan did not write to him, and of course he did not know about these things.

"Hehe, people are dying, so why don't you care about envelopes or not. Old classmate, you don't want to do this business anymore? ”

"We don't have anything to talk about, Song asked you to do it yourself, I don't want to be in the same situation as you, so let's change places, people move living trees and move dead, and changing newspapers may have a future."

"What? You're going to fire me? “

Song Wen stood up excitedly: "You are a communiqué personal vendetta." ”

"Then you go to make trouble, go to the president, and say that his daughter caused my wife to die young." Lin Haiyang took a long time, "I've already given you face, Old Song, just accept it when you see it, I will write a letter to Hujiang to recommend you to come over." ”

Song Wen was angry: "You don't believe that this is Meilan's letter, then I'll sell it directly to other tabloids, I think many people must like to watch these, the tricks of two women and one man are enough, and the male protagonist is still our editor-in-chief Lin Da." ”