"Song Zhichao, pay back the money!"

"Song Zhichao, please return the money you borrowed from us!"

"Song Zhichao, come out!"

Outside the dormitory door, a group of workers shouted sternly, with great momentum, just a short break in.

The honest Zhu Fugui kept dissuading him, "Eliminate the breath and relieve the fire, Brother Chao will give you an explanation soon."

However, under the instigation of Yang Wei, Sun Ping and Feng Cuicui, the workers who lent money to Song Zhichao had lost their rationality. They believed that Song Zhichao could not be the supervisor and could not repay their own money.

I don’t know who it was, so I pushed Zhu Fugui.

The fat Zhu Fugui was pushed to almost squat on the ground. His mouth was stupid and he didn't know what to say.

"It's useless to say so much! Let Song Zhichao come out and let him give us an explanation!" Yang Wei, who was still wearing a bandage on his head, looked like "one ear" in "Black Cat Sheriff" and encouraged him loudly.

For these workers who lend money to Song Zhichao, they are all the lowest-level workers. It is difficult to make money in normal times, but now they borrow money but cannot collect it. This is the biggest failure.

Zhu Fugui stood in front and wanted to defend Song Zhichao, but those people didn't listen to what he said at all. They kept pushing and kicking, and even if Zhu Fugui was strong, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Just then—

With a bang, a sharp watermelon knife slashed at the door.

Everyone was frightened and stared at the trembling hilt.

Song Zhichao bit a piece of watermelon, walked out, spit out a watermelon seed, glanced at everyone with a lazy look, and then said, "I will give you a lot of money! Give me three days, and the five hundred yuan I owe you will pay back as much as possible. But if anyone of you wants it now, then the only thing I can give you is this knife."

Silent.

Everyone stared at Song Zhichao stupidly.

In this era, five hundred yuan is not a small amount, equivalent to fifty thousand yuan in the future. But everyone also understands that Song Zhichao is really out of money. If he is forced to force him, he will jump over the wall. Maybe he will really get in with a white knife and a red knife comes out, which will be a loss.

As soon as Yang Wei saw Song Zhichao, he reflexively hid in the crowd. As the instigator of this incident, all he cared about was the hundred yuan he lent to Song Zhichao.

Sun Ping and Feng Cuicui were quite bold. They looked at Song Zhichao and finally said, "Three days later, we will get our own money!"

Come quickly and go quickly.

A group of people flocked to it and scattered.

Soon, all the people surrounding Song Zhichao's dormitory were exposed.

Zhu Fugui looked at the departing crowd a little foolishly, turned around and said to Song Zhichao: "Brother Chao, what should I do next?"

In fact, Zhu Fugui didn't say a lot to Song Zhichao.

The factory has issued a notice to fire Song Zhichao and asked Song Zhichao to move out of the dormitory as soon as possible.

In addition, as Song Zhichao's cousin, Zhu Fugui was not spared. He was transferred from the original production workshop to the hardest warehouse and became a porter who sold coolies. He piled up to mountains of toys waiting for him to move them.

Needless to say, these are all Zhao Jinbao's secret troubles, but Song Zhichao and Zhu Fugui, as workers, have no ability to resist at all.

Song Zhichao seemed to have been calculating about this, and he was nervous at all. He handed half of the watermelon in his hand to Zhu Fugui and asked with a smile: "Do you have money?"

Zhu Fugui hesitated and said, "There are one hundred."

After saying that, he put down the watermelon and took out a paper bag from under the bed. He disassembled it and then broke it until it finally contained a hundred yuan.

Song Zhichao Song Zhichao glanced at him, pointed to a shoe he placed on the ground, and said, "Where is there?"

Zhu Fugui picked up his shoes, pulled out the insole, took out another hundred, and said to Song Zhichao in pain: "No more." But his eyes were aimed at the flowery trousers he was hanging.

"Where is there?" Song Zhichao pointed to his flowery trousers.

"There is something..." Zhu Fugui had a bitter face and had to take off his trousers, take out the 100 yuan sewn inside, and said, "I only have the last 100 left, and it's really gone."

"No honest." Song Zhichao knocked on his forehead.

"These three hundred yuan I saved for more than half a year, and I want to go back to my hometown to build a house." Zhu Fugui said with a bitter face, "But if you use it to repay the debt, I will lend it to you first."

Song Zhichao glanced at Zhu Fugui with a bitter look on his face, took the money, and said gratefully: "Believe me, Agui, I will return the money to you soon. In addition, I promise you that if one day I become rich, I will give you a big villa!"

Zhu Fugui smiled silly, "I'll wait."

Although he was stupid, he knew very well that in his opinion, it was a dream.

...

After taking Zhu Fugui's 300 yuan life-saving money, Song Zhichao did not go directly to the factory to find someone to pay back the money, but instead packed his Yanwu card recorder and quickly left the dormitory to find the most famous "Big Throat" in Panyu County.

"Big Throat" is a person's nickname.

No one who works in Pan Yu doesn't know him.

"Big Throat" is a "pawn" business. This kind of business was severely cracked down after the establishment of the new ZG and was hailed as a cancer of "feudal thought and exploitationism". Almost all those who started pawning have disappeared.

However, with the reform and opening up, and the people's lives, especially the need for workers to exchange cash, this business has been blooming secretly and prospered.

At a convenience store that sells tobacco, alcohol and groceries, Song Zhichao spent ten yuan to buy a box of Caidian cigarettes. The market price of this cigarette is seven yuan, but there is an extra three yuan here. Of course, the extra three yuan is extra, which is to tell Song Zhichao where the business is "big throat".

Song Zhichao took the cigarette, followed the location mentioned by the boss, and walked around several alleys, and finally found a den for business with a barking dog.

He opened the rolling gate and glanced at Song Zhichao with his shoulder bag with his big throat, then threw a bone to the three wild dogs who were barking the most crazy. The three dogs began to snatch the bones desperately, using their minions and teeth without any mercy.

"Come in!" Daluo looked around with a warning and said to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao followed him into the house.

There is not much place to do business. What’s ridiculous is that the slogan is written on the wall: "Adhere to reform and opening up, focus on economic development."

Since I was doing this business, it can be seen that Dalut has deeply understood the meaning of this sentence.

Three rows of aluminum alloy shelves are filled with all kinds of "trendy things" of this era. Rice cookers, pressure cookers, walkmans, video recorders, karaokes, as well as BB machines, big brothers and big phones, etc. It can be said that the most fashionable, advanced and cool things of this era can be found here.

A small 14-inch TV is playing the Hong Kong TV series "The Legend of Shushan", starring Hong Kong stars Guan Lijie, Aaron Kwok and Lee Wanhua. Look at the rustling next to it, it turns out that the videotape of the TV series was played.

"Big Throat" is a man in his thirties. He dresses a little sloppy, with a beard on the corner of his mouth, and he purses his hands from time to time, making him look like "Lu Xiaofeng".

"What guy wants to do?" He glanced at Song Zhichao with his throat, and said in Cantonese. He sat half of his butt on the chair, shaking his legs, picked up the mung bean paste beans beside the TV and ate it. His eyes remained close to the TV. On the TV, "Shi Sheng" who turned into a blood demon was fighting against "Xuanyuan Dharma King".

Song Zhichao didn't say anything nonsense, and directly opened the bag he brought, took out his brand new "Yanwu" brand radio, and placed it on the conspicuous counter.

"Look at how much money this thing is worth?"

Only then did Daluo press the "pause button" of the video tape, holding mung bean paste while eating, while looking at the tape recorder brought by Song Zhichao.

I touched the keys of the recorder with my hand, opened the tape box and looked at it repeatedly, and said, "Well, it's quite new."

"How much money can you pay?" Song Zhichao was straightforward and didn't want to talk to the other party.

He laughed loudly, put down the mung bean paste in his hand and said, "Don't be so anxious. Do you have any shopping invoices on your recorder?"

Song Zhichao lit up the invoice and slapped it on the table, "It's been bought in 28, less than a month."

Big Throat was a little surprised, "What are you doing? You can sell the invoices?"

"I'm short of money." Song Zhichao said.

He laughed loudly, "I know, if you don't have enough money, you won't come to me!"

Then he said: "Is it sold for one hundred yuan?"

Song Zhichao refused to answer, and he repacked the tape recorder and left.

Big throat was anxious, "Okay, okay, I won't laugh with you - 15, I'll accept your goods!"

Song Zhichao continued to pack.

He said again with big throat: "What's the point of being so angry? Let's eat mung bean paste to reduce the fire first!"

Holding mung bean paste with her big throat stopped Song Zhichao who was packing and leaving.

Song Zhichao put down his bag and said to Dalu: "I will make money for you, but you can't offer it too much. Is it 1500 yuan? I will charge as much as you have."

"You are so angry, big guy. You don't have the same impatient attitude as you do business." He said with a big throat, "I know you are in a hurry to wait for money. Jianghu is in urgent need of help. One hundred and eight, I will take this recorder."

Song Zhichao laughed and suddenly switched to Cantonese and said, "The minimum is 200, no talk!"

Dalut didn't expect that this guy was talking so well in Cantonese, and he gritted his teeth, "What can you do if you eat me? There is no need to collect this kind of product."
Chapter completed!