353, this mother!
. , the fastest update after wearing the book, she became the latest chapter of a big farmer!
"Girl, is it possible that you have any way to get the money?"
Zhao Cuilan came back and pulled the New Year's painting, her eyes were very eager.
"Not necessarily, but I know if you're going to ask for money like that, you won't be able to ask for it! Are you ready to go up and fight with them if they don't give them money? ”
Zhao Cuilan's neck was horizontal: "Otherwise, if they don't give money today, I will lift his brick kiln factory!" ”
Sure enough, it's still such a mother, and the New Year's painting is not wrong at all.
"If you do that, if you can get the money, it's hell!"
Seeing that Zhao Cuilan still didn't believe it, the New Year's painting waved her hand and said: "If you don't believe it, you will go, do you see if people are afraid of you?" ”
Zhao Cuilan really went forward, but she came back after a few steps.
"Girl, how do you think I'm going to get the money?"
Zhao Cuilan still chooses to believe in New Year's paintings after all, these days, New Year's paintings are still very reliable.
"When you go in, don't say anything, just cry and sell miserably, the more miserable you cry, the better."
The New Year's picture attached to Zhao Cuilan's ear and told her carefully.
"Is this really going to work?"
"Believe it or not."
When Zhao Cuilan went to the cadre's office nervously, Liang Yin frowned and asked about the New Year's paintings.
"What did you tell your mom? What if she gets the money and doesn't split up? ”
Looking at Liang Yin's tangled expression, the New Year's painting slowly explained to her: "Don't worry, if you die, it will cost one or two hundred yuan, and people are not fools, how can they give four or five hundred fast?" ”
When Nian Hua and Liang Yin followed to the factory director's office, Zhao Cuilan was actually holding a big red hot water bottle in her hand.
"Do you give money or not? If you don't give money, I'll smash all your stuff here! ”
This dear mother!
The New Year's painting touched her forehead, and she really didn't know what to say about her.
I explained it to her just now, why did I change my hexagram again after a while.
"Oh, sister-in-law, don't be impulsive, you have something to say!"
Someone on the side was persuading that it was a big brother who burned bricks in the brick kiln with Nian Daqiang.
And Wu Xianyong, the factory director in the back, turned pale: "You try to smash one?" Destroy public property, don't blame me for sending you to the police station! I still want money, but I don't have a door! I'm so old, my legs and feet are not good, and I still want to mix wages in the factory? ”
Self-defeating, Zhao Cuilan was a little dumbfounded, when she came in just now, she heard Wu Xianyong say that she would not give money, and she forgot the instructions of the New Year's painting on impulse.
At this time, she saw that the New Year's painting had been giving her a look, and Zhao Cuilan immediately put down the hot water bottle and fell to the ground in a daze.
Bang!
The New Year's painting covers his eyes and can't bear to look at it directly, and he feels painful when he listens to the sound.
Zhao Cuilan immediately cried, and she didn't know if it was because her acting skills were good or if it was too painful just now.
"Why is my life so miserable!
My sons are almost thirty years old, and I still have to borrow money from others to get married!
The daughter was asked to be a child bride again! I'm not in good health, and the old man was fired by you! The family doesn't have a penny, and there are three daughters to raise, how are we going to live?
It's better to hit your head and die! ”
Zhao Cuilan cried and wailed, and suddenly she looked like a weak person.
If she was like the aggressive shrew she looked like before, those who didn't know would still think that Wu Xianyong was the victim.
Zhao Cuilan's howl was loud and loud, and after a while, there was a crowd of people watching the play at the door of the office.
Seeing so many people watching outside and talking about it, Wu Xianyong's face was also not good-looking.