"That's too much!" Zhao Minglan gritted her teeth with hatred. She turned her head and asked Ma Xiaoquan, "Xiaohu, do you care about this?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "No matter!"
Yuan Lan glanced at Ma Xiaoquan and nodded gently.
Aunt Hong brought over an iron vat of hot water, put it on the table and said: "Lanlan, come on, have a drink of water. I haven't drank a sip of water since I walked in. Don't worry, your Uncle Zhao will still handle this matter."
Xiaohu will definitely help you."
Ma Xiaoquan patted his chest and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely..." Before he finished speaking, Ma Xiaoquan immediately realized something was wrong, and he quickly changed his words, "Damn, these people have gone too far, don't they owe me
Are you asking for money? Do you want to be so coercive?"
When Aunt Hong and Uncle Zhao heard Ma Xiaoquan call the word "Mom", they thought he was showing his temper and swearing, but Zhao Minglan knew that Ma Xiaoquan was angry because his mother was beaten and he was not present.
Yuan Lan was more attentive after all. When she heard Ma Xiaoquan call the word "Mom", it was obviously with emotion, and it was not like the swear words that followed.
"Where can I have a son as old as you?" Yuan Lan laughed at herself.
Zhao Minglan reconciled and said with a smile: "You will definitely get married in the future. Don't worry, he might be even better than Xiaohu. He will definitely be taller and better looking."
Yuan Lan was amused by Zhao Minglan's words. She nodded and said, "But what should I do if I want a daughter?"
Zhao Minglan smiled and said: "This is easy to handle. We have two children, one boy and one girl."
...
Yuan Lan was sent back by Ma Xiaoquan and Uncle Zhao. On the way back, Yuan Lan said nothing. Uncle Zhao knew that she was worried about money, so when they parted, he took out half of his salary.
Gave it to Yuan Lan.
"Uncle Zhao, what are you..." Yuan Lan looked at Uncle Zhao with tears in her eyes.
"Hey, we are relatives after all. We should help each other. Well, if that person comes to pester you again, tell Uncle Zhao in time and I will beat him to death."
Ma Xiaoquan also stepped forward and handed Yuan Lan a gold necklace. This necklace was picked out by Ma Xiaoquan from the inventory he had stored at Aunt Hong's.
"If you sell this, you should be able to get it for one or two hundred!"
"This, this is too valuable, I can't accept it!" Yuan Lan refused.
"Lanlan, please keep it. This is also Xiaohu's wish."
"But Uncle Zhao, I..."
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. Let's go. Come in quickly. By the way, if you go to work in the factory recently, ask Zhao Minglan to accompany you. She has nothing to do at home."
Looking at the disappearing figures of Uncle Zhao and Ma Xiaoquan, Yuan Lan suddenly felt that the world was very warm. She spread her hands and looked at the necklace. It was very simple, but very beautiful.
...
When she returned to work in the textile factory, the public opinion and reputation were much better than Yuan Lan imagined. This was also due to a batch of imported tools donated by Ms. Yue Ting, coupled with Ms. Yue Ting's impeccable appearance, so
Ms. Yue Ting is always the one who talks the most among female workers.
Because she hasn't come to work for a while, Yuan Lan's previous position was taken over by others. Now she can only start from the most basic level of spinning and spinning.
The work of spinning yarn is very tiring, and the wages are the lowest among textile workers. It is usually done by temporary workers, and regular workers are simply not willing to do this kind of thankless work with low wages.
But there is no way, the reality is like this. Yuan Lan is a person who has no power and power, and has been framed by others. According to the heart-wrenching words of the union director when she came to work: "As long as you can keep your official worker status,
Not bad, what else do you want to choose~". Yuan Lan really has no qualifications to be picky anymore.
But it's okay, the less work there is, the quieter it is. The temporary workers in the textile factory are much kinder than the regular workers. At least on the surface, they don't make irresponsible remarks about Yuan Lan's affairs.
Yuan Lan was happy about this. Anyway, no one bothered her when she went to and from work every day. At least she felt very calm.
...
Inside the office of the director of No. 4 Rivet Factory.
Zhao Jianshe had his legs crossed, and there were two tall men standing next to him. They looked fiercely at Father Yuan and Mother Yuan standing in front of them. The board in their hands also clapped the palms of their hands from time to time, making a sound of "Pah!"
"The sound seemed to be warning Yuan's father and Yuan's mother to speak up, otherwise they would be slapped with a slap in the face.
Faced with such a battle, Yuan's father and Yuan's mother, who obviously didn't have much experience, were frightened. Yuan's father rubbed his hands nervously, while Yuan's mother bit her lips and lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhao Jianshe.
Zhao Jianshe laughed, put down his legs and said, "Why, you brought the money so quickly."
Father Yuan nodded quickly, shook his hands and took out a cloth bag from his coat pocket. He opened the bag carefully and found that there was a lot of money in it.
"Director Zhao, here is thirty-two yuan. Let me pay it back to you first. Lan Lan said that you transferred the debt to someone else, but we think we still have to pay it back to you."
"Old guy, I do have some sense. My buddy is more impulsive. You should give it back to me, but..." Zhao Jianshe sniffed, picked up the red plum cigarette on the table, and stroked it.
He lit the match and took a deep breath. He puffed out a puff of thick smoke and said, "Your thirty-two yuan is just interest, and the principal has not been repaid at all."
"Interest...director Zhao, did you say that this money has interest?"
Zhao Jianshe chuckled, and a big man next to him immediately took out a piece of paper, unfolded it, pointed at the words on the paper and said: "Old guy, look at it, the black and white words on this paper are very clear, I owe five hundred yuan in principal and plus
The interest is five hundred yuan."
"Interest... interest, how can there be interest, and how can it be five hundred yuan?" Yuan's father refused to accept it, and wanted to take the IOU to read, but he was pushed by the big man and almost fell down.
"Zhao Jianshe, you are blackmailing people, you are blackmailing people..." Father Yuan was shaking with anger. How could he, an honest man, stand such bullying?
"Eh? Lao Yuan, what are you talking about? It's a matter of course to pay back debts. How can you say blackmailing? I didn't write the black and white words on the paper, they were all yours. I'm fine with this.
I'll give you five hundred yuan in interest. If I'm being unreasonable, I'll give you a compound interest rate. When do you think you can repay the money?"
"No, you are blackmailing me, you are blackmailing me, I'm going to call the police, I'm going to sue you!" Father Yuan was anxious.
"Call the police? Lao Yuan, what are you thinking? If you really called the police, you wouldn't have come here with thirty-two yuan." Zhao Jianshe spat out his eyes, looking like he was sure of you.
"You~~" Yuan's father still wanted to argue, but Yuan's mother pulled him back. She raised her head and gritted her teeth and said: "Then...Director Zhao, then the interest will be 32 yuan, right?"
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Zhao Jianshe laughed and nodded: "Of course it is~"
"Okay, let's get together then." With that said, Yuan's mother forcibly pulled Yuan's father out of the factory director's office.
Outside the door, Father Yuan looked at Mother Yuan sadly, "Why are you pulling me?"
Mother Yuan sighed and said, "Hey, who has a bigger fist than you, a man in his fifties or almost sixty, or a young man?"
"I......"
Yuan's mother pursed her lips and said: "Old Yuan, we can't help it. They are all high officials. What we can do is to try to pay off the money as soon as possible. Who would have thought that this was Lan Lan's fault?"
"Hey~" Father Yuan hit his thigh hard, "Why do you think I'm so useless..."
Yuan's mother hugged Yuan's father with a distressed look on her face.
...
Ma Xiaoquan hid behind the wall and heard what Yuan's father and mother said. He did not expect that the matter would be so serious, nor did he expect that Zhao Jianshe would be so shameless.
Bullying Yuan's father and Yuan's mother is equivalent to bullying one's own grandparents, which is absolutely unforgivable.
After waiting for Father Yuan and Mother Yuan to leave, Ma Xiaoquan walked to the door of the factory director's office.
After knocking on the door and going in, he saw Zhao Jianshe playing with two ten-yuan bills.
"Hey, you are Ma Xiaohu from Factory No. 2, are you looking for me?" Zhao Jianshe looked at Ma Xiaoquan, looking astonished.
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "Director Zhao has a really good memory."
"What's the matter? Tell me~" Zhao Jianshe was obviously very impatient, "Hurry up and tell me, I'll have a meeting later."
Ma Xiaoquan said: "Zhao Chang, I heard that the white tiger leather coat your cousin Zhao Haitang is wearing belongs to someone else."
Of course Zhao Jianshe knew that the leather coat belonged to someone else, but it was precisely with this leather coat that he could blackmail the old Yuan family for a thousand yuan, so he said disdainfully: "How is it possible? Our elders brought it from the capital.
Yes, it is illegal to hunt tigers in our country, but the tiger skin comes from abroad."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Zhao Chang, I might believe it when others say it, but if you say it like this, tsk tsk, I don't believe it, because I was there when Zhao Haitang snatched the leather jacket that day."
Ma Xiaoquan was actually deceiving Zhao Jianshe. He didn't know who the white tiger leather jacket belonged to, but last time Zhao Si Dan said that he met the woman while hunting when he was a child.
If anyone in today's world could kill a white tiger with bare hands, Ma Xiaoquan thought for a long time. In that situation, if Princess Ting took action, she should be able to do it.
As for how the fur coat got into Zhao Haitang's hands, Ma Xiaoquan didn't want to understand, but it didn't matter, anyway, the fur coat was indeed in Zhao Haitang's hands now.
Zhao Jianshe was also wondering whether Ma Xiaohu was defrauding him, because he was not present when Zhao Haitang snatched the leather jacket from Yuan Lan. When he knew about it, it was only Zhao Haitang who told him about it later.
Zhao Jianshe suspected that Ma Xiaoquan was deceiving him, but since he was not present, it was hard to tell. Besides, according to Zhao Haitang, she was not the only one who besieged Yuan Lan that day. Maybe some talkative woman went back and whispered to others.
"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Zhao Jianshe was obviously very experienced. With a wink, the two big men next to him moved closer to Ma Xiaoshen.
