When the creditors came to Hangcheng Sentai Real Estate Co., Ltd. the next day, they were a little surprised that the company was still open. Originally, they just came over to take a try and took a look, thinking that the company was probably closed today, but when they came up, they saw that the door was still open, they were unexpected.

The door of Hangcheng Sentai Real Estate Company is not only open, but there are also a few people sitting inside. They are not from this company and claim to be Song Chunming's friend. They say that Boss Song is raising funds outside now. Here, they entrust them to register their debts. After the funds are raised, the registered ones will be paid first.

The creditors quickly registered with the IOU, which made several old colleagues and relatives of Song Chunming. They said that when they were given to Song Chunming, they didn't even write the IOU. How could they write the IOU? Besides, Song Chunming has always recognized this account and has never had any questions.

The person in charge of the registration said that it doesn’t matter, you can register too. At that time, as long as Boss Song recognizes it, it will be fine.

"Also, who took what he took from here yesterday, took back consciously today." said the creditors who were in charge of registration. "We all have surveillance, and we know who took it from here and a box of staple needles. Anything that has not been taken back will be deducted from your debt at three times the price."

After the creditors registered, they left their contact information. The person in charge said that if they had registered, they could go back first. By the way, if there were Boss Song around you, he would also ask him to come and register as soon as possible.

Creditors asked, when will this matter be resolved?

The person in charge of the registration said that because all the problems need to be solved at one time, it depends on the speed of the debt registration. After all the registration is completed, we will immediately find a solution and notify you at that time.

"It won't be that after today, there will be no shadow?" someone shouted.

"No, you can call me."

The person in charge of registration told everyone his big brother's big number and told them:

"But I said ugly things before. After you called me, I told you to ask me again in a few days, and you will call me again in a few days. Otherwise, if so many people call me every day, I don't have to do anything, and I will answer the phone, and I will be upset and curse me."

Everyone nodded, feeling that he was saying it was real.

I couldn't even see the figure yesterday. Today, there were at least a few people who appeared to deal with this matter, which made everyone's hearts feel a little more hope.

Many of the creditors met here a lot and had contact with each other, especially those old colleagues of Song Chunming, who were originally from the same unit. When the people who had been here went back, more people came in the afternoon.

One after another, someone took back the things he took yesterday. Only the guy who brought the fax machine back did not show up. He was originally a debt of several thousand yuan, so he took away a fax machine and probably had already made up his mind.

At around three o'clock, the office director came. He looked up and saw that there were people who didn't know in the company. He thought they were all debtors. He turned around and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, someone knew him. He grabbed him and dragged him back, and dragged him back to a black man. The man was burly and had a scar on his square mahjong face, which made the director shudder at first sight.

"Mr. Fan, this is the office director of this company. You can handle it. This guy is very unauthentic. We came yesterday and he ran away the first one." said Fan Jianguo, who was registering the debt.

Fan Jianguo glanced at the director and cursed: "As soon as there is something, I will throw my boss down and run away by myself. Such a person should slap him."

Someone really slapped the director. The director covered his face and said aggrievedly: "I don't know what you are and who you are. What should I do if I don't leave?"

"You don't know what's going on, but you have to figure out what's going on, otherwise what do you do with your salary?" Fan Jianguo cursed, "It's your boss who owes money, not you. No matter how much the debtor wants, will it be on your head? What are you running away? Keep it and see what the boss is doing? Is it what you, an office director, should do?"

The director was speechless when asked, and scolded with a mahjong face: "I didn't say that, such a person is just a traitor. Go and clean up the paint at the door."

The director obediently took the rag and knife and wiped off the glass at the door and the red paint on the wall.

...

When Song Chunming woke up, it was already past ten o'clock. He was a little surprised that he had not slept so hard for a long time, and there was no phone call.

Originally, at this time, it was the time when the creditor called the most, and today his elder brother was actually quiet.

Song Chunming himself also found it funny. He had not had a good sleep in this way. The first time he had a good sleep was when he was taken away by usury and someone was guarding him.

Maybe I thought it was because I couldn't do anything I wanted to do anyway, so I might as well just think about nothing and leave it to fate.

Song Chunming opened his eyes and felt disgusted. He saw a pair of red shorts hanging on the air vent of the air conditioner indoor unit, floating in the air conditioner wind. These were Xiaolin's shorts. It seemed that this year was his zodiac year. He should be twenty-four years old.

The warm wind blew from there, and Song Chunming felt the smell of his crotch. He quickly turned his head away and didn't look at the red shorts that looked like a red flag floating.

Song Chunming remembered that last night, Xiaolin had solicited his opinion. He came in with a hanger and shorts, pointed to the air outlet of the air conditioner, and told Song Chunming, Mr. Song, it was full of clothes outside. Can I hang it here?

Song Chunming agreed to him.

Xiaolin hooked the hook of the clothes hanger on the plastic sheet at the air outlet, and the water on the shorts dripped down in strings. Xiaolin turned around and saw Song Chunming's shorts hanging on the back of the chair, and told him, Mr. Song, it won't dry here, or I'll help you hang it there too?

Song Chunming quickly said, no need or no.

When my shorts were wet, I saw it hanging heavily, dripping with water, and I didn’t feel anything, but now I see it floating and the wind blowing on my face, why is it so disgusting?

Song Chunming quickly took the air conditioner remote control and turned the air conditioner's wind down. There were no waves of wind blowing on his face. Song Chunming felt better.

None of them brought underwear. After taking a shower, they washed their shorts and hung them. They all fell into the quilt and slept naked.

There was an embarrassing thing in the middle of the night, that was, when Song Chunming got up to go to the bathroom, Dalin also came to go to the bathroom, and his two white bare butts were facing each other, and they had no place to hide, but Dalin said you should come first, and Song Chunming quickly got into the bathroom.

After coming out, Dalin was still standing at the door. Song Chunming didn't dare to raise his head and sneaked into the room and got into the bed.

The three of them drank a lot of wine last night. After sitting down for more than ten minutes, Song Chunming found that the cigarette was gone. He said, "I'll buy cigarettes, stand up and walk out the door." Dalin and Xiaolin did not stop him.

Xiaolin followed Song Chunming without saying a word. The two went downstairs and walked to the shop next door. Song Chunming bought three packs of cigarettes. He saw Erguotou at the counter, bought another bottle of wine, and bought a few packs of peanuts and orchid beans. Then he went back.

He gave Dalin and Kobayashi a pack of cigarettes, and the two of them quickly said thank you.

Put peanuts and orchid beans on the coffee table, and the three of them sat down to continue drinking, chatting while drinking. Song Chunming asked them, how many people are there in your company like you?

"A lot," Kobayashi said, "According to the need, there are hundreds of them, but the commonly used ones are about twenty."

"Hundreds? So many? Cluster fight?"

"Spanking, if there are too many people, you can't fight, and scare the other party." Dalin said, "Only if there are too few people, you can fight."

Song Chunming became interested and asked, "There are so many people, and they are usually supported by your company?"

"No, there are so many people, which company can afford it. It is called when it is needed." Kobayashi said, "Except for more than 20 of us, we are formal staff in the company, with basic salary, and the rest are called temporarily, anyway, they are piece-based."

"How do you calculate this piece?"

"If you don't do it, you will be eighty at a time, which means standing on the ground, scaring people, or just like this, you will be 15 to 200 to 100,000 to 200," said Dalin.

Song Chunming asked: "Then you are like this, you will be eighty a day?"

"Not that high, fifty." Kobayashi said.

"Why is it only fifty?" Song Chunming was surprised.

"We have a basic salary, 600 a month." Kobayashi said, "fifty is a subsidy."

Song Chunming understood and smiled and said, "Then you both have high incomes, and the salary of university professors is not as high as yours."

"High wages are useless, different," Kobayashi said.

“What’s different.”

"They are respected, and we are hated every day, just like us now, Mr. Song, although we are drinking together, you actually hate us in your heart. I wish we could get out immediately. Is this right?" Xiaolin asked.

Song Chunming thought about it, it was true, he said:

"Okay, I admit that you are right, but I hate this, not for individuals. We have no grudges and grudges with each other. Right, I can't hate you personally. I hate this thing, but I don't have freedom. No matter what you are here today, or Big Chen, Big Zhang and Xiao Zhang, I will hate it."

Kobayashi nodded: "Mr. Song, you say this, makes sense."

"You said you don't have freedom, it's wrong. Mr. Song, we don't care where you go, why are you no freedom?" Dalin asked.

Song Chunming thought for a while and said:

"Yes, you did not interfere in my actions, but this is not freedom. This freedom needs to be bracketed. As long as someone looks at it, no matter whether he interferes with your actions or not, you will not relax. It is like letting you walk around naked in a room, but you just don't allow you to pull up the curtains. No matter whether anyone looks outside, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Both Dalin and Kobayashi nodded.

"But if you pull up the curtains, you will immediately relax, because no matter whether there is anyone outside, you know they can't see them, right? In this way, you will have a feeling of freedom. Freedom is relaxing from the inside out. As long as someone is watching you, you won't feel freedom." Song Chunming said.

"No wonder." Kobayashi said, "I have followed someone before. After more than ten days, we did nothing, but that person said he was going crazy."

Song Chunming nodded and thought to himself that if he was followed like this for more than ten days, he would go crazy. This is the cold violence of not seeing punches and kicks. Cold violence deprives you of your dignity and relaxed mentality, which is sometimes more tormenting than violence.
Chapter completed!