The next morning, Song Wenbin woke up in the park, he went to the park toilet to brush his teeth as usual, and when he brushed his teeth, his fingers hurt his heart. He frowned, opened the gauze and looked at it, the wound had re-suppurated.

He felt that he couldn't put it off any longer, although 300,000 was important, but his fingers were also very important, and he had to go to the clinic today no matter what.

Taking the subway to Sister Li's fried noodle shop where she works, Song Wenbin just wanted to ask for leave with the proprietress to see a doctor.

Before he reached the door, he heard the sound of Li Dazhong, the owner of the fried noodle shop, arguing with the proprietress of the fried noodle shop.

But he didn't know exactly what he was arguing about.

Because the two of them use Korean.

It's just that the anger of the quarrel between the two gradually rises. The lady couldn't bear to start speaking Chinese, and she scolded: "God knows where the money went!" Maybe it was taken by some vixen! Don't ask me for money when you buy it in the future! You take your own money....."

The boss Li Dazhong shouted loudly in Hangul, and the proprietress was angry, "What kind of foreign fart are you dragging!" Don't follow me to Xiba Xiba, okay!? ”

"Do you want to live, stinky! You are allowed to give money to men, and I am not allowed to give some money to women! ”

"Who did I give money to! Who did I give money!

”

The proprietress went crazy and quarreled with her husband in the house.

The pain in the voice was suffocating.

Photographers are naturally conflicted, and when they hear the quarrel in the store, they lean over with a camera to get a clearer shot. Seeing this, Song Wenbin felt that he grabbed him, gave him a warning look, and asked him not to continue filming.

Song Wenbin dragged the photographer away, he didn't expect that there would be so many things in a random store he picked. Can't you really finish this month in peace?

He looked at his broken fingers, his expression dark.

The quarrel didn't last long, about a few minutes, and the boss Li Dazhong went out scolding, drove his broken van, and swayed and didn't know where to go.

Song Wenbin waited for a while, and then walked into the store slowly, and in the store, he saw the proprietress wiping the table with red eyes. Song Wenbin didn't ask anything, but just said early.

When the proprietress saw Song Wenbin coming, she quickly rubbed her eyes and arranged for him today's work. Although Song Wenbin's fingers hurt, at this time, he didn't say much, just worked silently.

It wasn't until after noon when he was the busiest that Song Wenbin came to the proprietress and asked, "Boss, where is there a clinic nearby?" ”

The proprietress who mopped the floor was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Wenbin thought about it and took out his finger to show the proprietress it.

The proprietress was startled when she saw Song Wenbin's bruised and bleeding fingers, and said loudly: "What's the matter with you kid, you don't say it early when your hand is broken like this, I asked you and you still said it was not in the way!" ”

"Maybe it's just a little bit of an infection, just reduce the inflammation."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the doctor."

The proprietress hurriedly put down the work in her hand and took Song Wenbin to ride to the electric donkey at the door of the store.

The two rode an electric donkey to a clinic in the alley.

After the old doctor of the clinic looked at Song Wenbin's fingers, he used iodine to eliminate inflammation, prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs, and told Song Wenbin not to touch the water again during the wound healing time.

On the way back, the proprietress blamed herself very much, chattered with Song Wenbin about her negligence, and said that if she was in China, the child would be as old as Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin asked the proprietress why she didn't give birth to one in South Korea in the car, and the proprietress only said that she was too busy and had no time.

However, as soon as the two returned to the fried noodle shop from the clinic, they saw Li Dazhong parking the truck in front of the store, while he was rummaging through the cashier of the restaurant.

The proprietress was stunned for a moment when she saw him.

Li Dazhong was also stunned when he saw the proprietress outside.

Song Wenbin felt that something was not right, because the boss was responsible for purchasing raw materials on weekdays, and the proprietress was responsible for cooking.

Suddenly, the proprietress became angry, and she didn't even have time to help the electric car before she stood up, walked to the store and scolded: "What are you doing here? Stealing money! ”

"Sheba!" The boss was also furious and scolded: "Is it still a steal from my own family's money?" ”

"I already gave you the money for your purchase yesterday!" The proprietress screamed, "I just gave you 30w yesterday!" Today you came to ask me again! Where's your money! Where's your money! ”

The boss blushed, and he scolded: "Where do you care where Lao Tzu's money goes!" Stinky b girls have a lot of balls, the money Lao Tzu makes, how Lao Tzu loves to spend it! ”

"The money you make!?" The proprietress scolded: "Who is busy in the back kitchen every day, who wipes the table and pours water and hands tea to customers, is it you!?" You're running an errand outside, and you're going to spend 300,000 a day! Why don't you die! ”

Song Wenbin hurriedly held on to the car that was about to collapse, he wanted to hide far away, away from this housework dispute.

But inexplicably, the boss's Li Dazhong's anger came to Song Wenbin, and he scolded: "Lao Tzu spends 300,000 yuan a day!" Hell, I don't know how much you spend a day, I didn't even have anyone to see when I went back to the store! In broad daylight, take advantage of Lao Tzu's absence to secretly ask the little white face to do ugly things! ”

"Rotten your mouth!"

The proprietress rose and fell violently, pointed at Li Dazhong and scolded: "I'll take Xiao Song to the clinic to see his fingers, don't you believe it, go ask the doctor!" ”

As she spoke, she was excited to get the receipt for the prescription, and Song Wenbin saw that her hands were shaking, so he took the receipt to her.

She strode up to Li Dazhong with the receipt and screamed, "Do you see it? See!? ”

The boss Li Dazhong slapped her hand and pointed at her nose step by step: "Is he your concubine, I want you to take him to see it, doesn't he have long legs?" Stinky know how to turn their elbows out, right? ”

The proprietress was angry with Li Dazhong's words, and she cried: "You are too much! Why did I look at people like you blindly, and I came to Korea with you, if I didn't have the money I brought from my mother's house, would your store be able to open......"

Syllable!

Li Dazhong threw it in the face of the boss lady.

He pointed to the door and scolded: "You don't want to stay in South Korea, go back!" You go back with your little concubine, your little concubine is Chinese, let him marry you and you can return to China. ”

The proprietress couldn't stand it anymore and cried aggrievedly.

Song Wenbin couldn't stand it anymore, he stood up and walked towards the store.

"Little, what are you doing here, is there anything for you here?"

The boss Li Dazhong immediately pointed at Song Wenbin and scolded: "Stinky B Wumao wants to beg for food and go back to China to beg, and if you want food, you have to come to Seoul, whoever has to work, you have to grab it!" ”

Song Wenbin said in front of the boss: "You won't apologize to me, right?" ”

He stood very close, and his height of 1.8 meters made him feel very oppressive in front of a boss who was less than 1.7 meters.

The boss saw that his eyes were on fire, and he was a little cowardly for a while, and he shouted inwardly: "What do you want to do, this is Seoul!" It's not your house, if you mess around, be careful that I'll find someone to beat you to death! ”

Song Wenbin didn't say anything, turned around and walked out.

The boss immediately shouted behind him: "Stinky five cents is a kind of making money in China, you can't make a dime and still protect your master, like a dog!" ”

Song Wenbin found a mop at the door, smashed it on his knee with one hand, and broke it, and then he walked into the house with a wooden stick.

The boss screamed when he saw it: "It's against you!" ”

Syllable!

Song Wenbin slapped a wooden stick in the boss's face.

He spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and an extra blue mark appeared on his face at the speed of light.

"I'm not only five cents, I'm also a wolf."

Song Wenbin sneered, and after speaking, another stick smashed on the boss's neck.

The boss was smashed and screamed, and shouted frantically in Korean: "Hit someone!" Chinese are fighting Koreans in South Korea! ”

Song Wenbin didn't know what he was calling.

Another stick slammed into the boss's knee, causing him to curl up into a shrimp shape screaming.

He covered his head and just shouted frantically: "Hit someone!" Chinese are fighting Koreans in South Korea! ”

"Hit someone! Chinese are fighting Koreans in South Korea! ”

"Hit someone! Chinese are fighting Koreans in South Korea! ”

People on the street heard the shouts and gathered around.

The proprietress grabbed Song Wenbin and screamed, "Don't fight!" Don't hit him! ”

Song Wenbin heard the pain and helplessness in the proprietress's voice, and immediately threw away the stick and stood motionless.

"Don't do it! Let's go! Let's go! ”

The proprietress took out a few Korean won and stuffed them into Song Wenbin's hand, and said loudly: "The salary is given to you, go quickly!" You're not welcome here! ”

The boss was on the ground repeating things like Chinese beating Koreans.

The proprietress pushed Song Wenbin to the door, threw his bag to him, and said loudly, "Go!" Come on! ”

Song Wenbin looked at the proprietress and felt sympathy, pity, and self-blame for a while, and was unwilling to come to his heart. He looked at the photographer on the side, and then looked at the Korean won in his hand, and there were 10,000 words in his heart, but every sentence was pale and weak.

In the end, all he could do was to pick up his bag, rush through the crowd with Korean won, keep his head down, and hurriedly walk into the distance.

.......

The afternoon sun in Seoul shone on Song Wenbin, but he couldn't feel much warmth, and it was the first time he felt so depressed after the show had been filming for so long. It's only been less than three days, and it's been a whole moth, and there are still twenty-seven days, how can I get by?

"Can you cut this one?" He asked the photographer next to him.

The photographer shook his head, "The editing is in the hands of the director, and we are only responsible for shooting." ”

Song Wenbin estimates that director Bao Li will not be able to cut, what is more attractive to him than this? It's just that he beat up the Korean boss, will it cause controversy, Song Wenbin thought about it and decided not to care about this kind of thing anymore. He is a small citizen in the market, let him control the anger of the general, he can't do it, and that boss is really hateful.

After a turmoil, Song Wenbin had nowhere to go, the job he just found was gone, his fingers still needed to rest, and he couldn't find a job anymore. In desperation, Song Wenbin had no choice but to return to the park.

He has 6w won on him, which is about 300 yuan, and he needs to take care of his fingers before the 300 yuan is spent, so he is destined to be careful and not waste the slightest.

After buying a cup of instant noodles for 500 won at the store next to him and asking the supermarket to borrow some boiling water, Song Wenbin sat on a chair in the park and waited for the instant noodles to soak.

At this moment, his phone vibrated for a moment.

picked it up and took a look, it turned out that Huo Yu had sent him a message.

"Are you dead, why don't you get back to me?"

Song Wenbin looked at the message Huo Yu sent him.

Huo Yu sent him a message last night, asking him what he was doing, but Song Wenbin did not reply. Because he fell asleep too late, he had to go to work when he got up the next morning, so naturally he didn't have time to care about what Huo Yu asked. But now, he still didn't want to reply to Huo Yu about anything.

It was impossible for him to tell Huo Yu that he was having a bad time and make her happy.

It's just that after closing the chat interface with Huo Yu, he saw that his mother sent him more than a dozen small red dots. Originally, he didn't want to see these little red dots at all, but today he didn't know why, and the gods opened those little red dots, and after looking at them for a while, he called his mother on WeChat.