"Song asked, don't be embarrassed!" Lin Haiyang slapped the table.

The two of them quarreled a little louder, and some people around looked this way.

Song Wen lowered his voice and leaned over and said, "Editor-in-chief Lin, pay attention, I don't care, I am an ordinary person, you are the dragon and phoenix among people, and there are many people who know you." ”

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"A thousand, I'll only need a thousand." Song Wen mustered up courage.

"For the last time, then I recommend you to go to Hujiang. Don't harass me from now on. ”

"Okay, okay, don't worry." Song Wen nodded again. Lin Haiyang thought that this person usually looked like a good person, and turned around to instigate Miss Fan to find Shi Cuiping to make trouble, how could Miss Fan have an accident for no reason?

Thinking of this, Lin Haiyang couldn't help but shudder: It's really a biting dog that doesn't bark.

"That's it, I'll give you a few more days off, I'll talk to Lao Liu in Hujiang, and you will go there directly to report next Monday."

"It's such a cold eviction order, and there is no friendship at all."

Song Wen smiled, a sly light flashing in his eyes.

"One thousand yuan, you take it, and the silver will be paid."

Lin Haiyang took out a large handful of banknotes from his wallet and counted them to him, and Song Wen's eyes straightened. This also strengthened his conjecture: Meng Meilan was killed by Lin Haiyang, otherwise he would not have done this.

Lin Haiyang got up to leave, and Song Wen looked up and asked, "You haven't moved a sip of coffee." ”

Lin Haiyang snorted and didn't look back, Song Wen took the coffee on the other side and took a big sip beautifully, and suddenly thought that there was a lot of money in handwriting now. You can ask for something to eat here, and he snapped his fingers in a chic manner: "Waiter!" ”

The waiter in the suit and vest was just about to come over when he was stopped by a man.

The waiter was well-informed, and when he saw that this person's small flat head was full of meat, and the gown of Xiangyun yarn was dangling, he looked like a gangster, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it.

"Where did the gentleman make his fortune?"

When Song Wen looked up and saw the fragrant cloud veil, his eyes straightened with fright: "You...... You...... I'm looking for the wrong person, I don't know you. ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, just know Miss Fan from Pujiang Evening News."

Xiangyunsha swaggered down and flicked the cigarette ash into the coffee cup, Song Wen was furious: "You ......"

"What am I, I, Lao Tzu did you such a big favor and collected ten yuan, what about the rest of the money?"

Xiangyunsha stared at Song viciously and asked.

"I don't know what you mean, I don't know you, if you don't leave, I'll call the patrol."

"Shout, anyway, the letter is still in my hand, show it to the police."

Xiangyun yarn is also extraordinarily arrogant.

"Haha, anyone can write the words written in Song style, and they can't see the handwriting at all, are you a fool to be a policeman?"

Song Wen sneered.

"I don't know if the police are stupid, but you are Amulin, haha, how do you know that the letter is in Song font? Because that's what you wrote! ”

Xiangyunsha was proud: "I saw it all, that person gave you a lot of money." How, take it out, half of it. ”

Song Wen got up and left, and Xiangyunsha shouted slowly, "Hey, man, that Humpty Dumpty didn't settle the bill!" ”

Song Wen walked out of the café, and as soon as he turned a corner, he suddenly followed two people from behind, one left and one right sandwiched him in the middle, and then turned around to the alley.

Song Wen shouted, "Hey, hey, let go of me, you let go of me." ”

The two men dragged him to the corner, and Xiangyun yarn swayed around: "Where do you want to escape?" ”

Song Wen looked left and right and found that he was pressed in a dead alley, and someone not far away pushed the door and took a look, and immediately retracted back, Song Wen shouted: "Robbery, help." ”

The two big men almost nailed Song Wen to the wall like a tortured Jesus, Xiangyun Sha took out his wallet from his suit pocket with a cruel smile, and deliberately shook it slowly in front of him, opened the wallet and smiled at the two big men: "This trip is not in vain, let's go." ”

When the two big men saw the wallet full of banknotes, they smiled and threw Song Wen directly to the ground.

Song Wen couldn't cry out in pain, and walked a few steps on his knees to hug Xiangyunsha's leg: "You can't take it all, there...... There's my own money, all my possessions. ”

Xiangyunsha raised her leg and kicked him to the ground: "Get out." ”

Song Wen was kicked to his chest by him, his throat and eyes were sweet, and he almost vomited blood, and the three of them laughed and walked away.

Song Wen lay on the ground for a long time before he recovered his breath and shouted, "Catch ...... Scratch...... Robbery. ”

At this time, the people who lived in the alley dared to open the door to see the situation, and when they heard this, they shook their heads and said, "Sir, you look like a scholar, how did you provoke those people?" ”

"They rob money, my money, all the money." Song Wen stood up against the wall, and the man helped him to persuade kindly: "It's useless to call the police, which people are gangs, and some of the patrol officers are their gang's little brothers, how can the big water rush to the Dragon King Temple?" ”

Song Wen angrily pounded the wall: "What about my money, my money." ”

"Well, consider yourself unlucky."

Lin Haiyang frowned and looked at Mrs. Song who was sitting opposite. Mrs. Song's eyes were red and swollen, and she held a handkerchief in her hand and kept pressing the tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Mr. Lin, my old Song is really unlucky, he was robbed after meeting you. All the money has been robbed, ouch, how can I live as a family. ”

She cried and patted her thighs, and her fat flesh made a popping sound.

"You met me and were robbed?" Lin Haiyang was skeptical.

"Really, I was beaten, I couldn't stop coughing, I was afraid that I would fall ill in my lungs and be hospitalized, but, but the money was robbed, how could I have money, why is my old Song's life so bitter, Meilan, Meilan, if you live, I can have someone to talk to."

Mrs. Song cried and cried, and suddenly called Meng Meilan's name.

Lin Haiyang held back his anger: "Say, how much?" ”

Mrs. Song stopped crying all of a sudden, her eyes lit up, and she stretched out a stubby finger, then thought about it again, and stretched out another finger.

"Two hundred?" Lin Haiyang glanced at it and went to take out his wallet, but heard Mrs. Song shout: "Two hundred yuan, when I am asking for food?" Two thousand! ”

"You husband and wife don't have to get an inch!"

"Do we have to make inches? How do those people know that my old Song has money, maybe you hired someone to do it, the wool is out of the sheep, hum! Meilan's death is not clear, you see that Professor Meng has a stroke and is useless, and wants to use money to seal our mouths, okay, you have to give more hush money, otherwise, people like me like me like to talk about other people's things when washing vegetables in the alley, maybe one day it will be in the tabloid headlines! ”

Mrs. Song is like a heroine.

Lin Haiyang sat down dejectedly: "You guys are too anxious, I just gave out a thousand yuan, where can I find another two thousand." ”

"Then you can be installment, after all, you are old classmates, we can not count your interest."

Mrs. Song's abacus is fine.

"Okay, here's a hundred yuan, you can use it first, and then give the rest when I have the money."

Lin Haiyang reluctantly took out his wallet, and just took out one, Mrs. Song probed over: "Oh, in the end, it's the editor-in-chief, and there are US dollars, I always love this kind of green banknotes." As he spoke, he took out ten dollars, snatched the banknote from Lin Haiyang's hand, stuffed it into his bulging chest, twisted his waist and smiled, "Then thank Editor-in-Chief Lin for my old Song." “