Sang Xiaoyu locked herself in the house for more than two hours, and she was listless when she came out. She had no intention of doing anything, so she got into the car she had just bought and asked Xiao Zhao to take her home.
Sang Xiaoyu got in the car and rolled the window halfway. The wind blew in through the window, and the traffic on the street was busy, and the sound like a tidal wave came in.
Xiao Zhao drove the car intently. He didn't know what was happening. He saw Sang Xiaoyu leaning against the car window and looking very tired.
"What's wrong, Director Sang?"
Xiao Zhao asked softly.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to say anything. She didn't want to talk and closed her eyes to rest in a pretense of sleep. In fact, her heart was already hanging and she felt that she had no way out.
When they arrived at the door of the house, Sang Xiaoyu asked Xiao Zhao to go back by himself. She said she could think about her thoughts in the car.
Sang Xiaoyu has already taken the copy.
Xiao Zhao's tasks have also become unnecessary, and he is now almost engaged in transportation.
Only when she was in a bad mood or when there was rush hour on the road, she would ask Xiao Zhao to see her off.
Xiao Zhao got out of the car, Sang Xiaoyu changed seats to catch up with him, opened the car window and wanted to take him home first. She couldn't concentrate now. Only when Xiao Zhao got out of the car did she remember that his home was really far away from here.
Xiao Zhao noticed that she was in a bad mood and made an excuse by saying that a classmate happened to invite him to dinner. Sang Xiaoyu then stepped on the accelerator and drove out.
Sang Xiaoyu went to the middle section of the Lanjiang River, the most famous part of the Meilan River.
Sang Xiaoyu found a secluded place, opened the car door and got out of the car.
At this time, the wind was dancing in the air, and the dust was dancing lonely in the light of the setting sun. Sang Xiaoyu couldn't help but get back into the car.
Unable to concentrate on anything, she turned on the stereo and a violin music played. Sang Xiaoyu sat on the steering wheel and was lost in thought.
In the evening, Sang Xiaoyu dragged her tired body back home.
Neither the mother nor the son were at home. The mother left a note for herself, saying that she had gone to Uncle Wang for dinner, and the child was also there, and that she would bring her some food later.
Mother and Uncle Wang are getting married.
Sang Xiaoyu had long seen her mother's feelings for Uncle Wang.
She had communicated with Uncle Wang earlier, mainly because she was afraid that his children would stop her.
Uncle Wang is willing, and my mother is even more so.
Uncle Wang is also in this building, on the third floor of another unit.
Mother and Uncle Wang both had this wish, so Sang Xiaoyu called his daughter abroad.
Things went surprisingly smoothly. The daughter said that she and her brother had been abroad all year round, and they must not have taken care of their father in time. If they really married Aunt Sang, they would be relieved.
Sang Xiaoyu knew that her mother had suffered a lot for her. She wanted to have a good wedding to make her mother happy, but her mother refused. She said that she was already at this age and it would be enough to just get a certificate. She said she didn't want anything from the ceremony.
thing.
Sang Xiaoyu still chose a day, saying that everyone would get together anyway.
Whether a woman is in her seventies or eighty, or a young girl in her late teens, they all treat the issue of love the same. Sang Xiaoyu found that her mother was becoming more and more concerned about Uncle Wang, and she was a little indifferent to herself.
Looking at the calendar, there was less than a month left, which was the good day she had set. She felt that she had to brace herself up to deal with everything.
Sang Xiaoyu was hungry, so she had to cook a bowl of noodles. Sang Xiaoyu didn't even bother to eat on the small table, but stood directly by the small pot and ate with chopsticks.
She opened a bag of pickles and finished the noodles in less than five minutes. Then she poured the water in the small pot and didn't even bother to wash it.
Good things never go out, but bad things happen thousands of miles away.
The news of half a million quickly spread throughout the seasoning factory.
For three days, everyone was in panic, as if the five hundred thousand was all related to them, and during these three days, Sang Xiaoyu was also depressed and unable to cheer up.
Originally, she wanted to find Jiang Chunhui, but when she thought of what Wang Ximo said about him, she felt that even if she did, the job was already done and she could only let him scold her.
Three days, today is Monday.
Sang Xiaoyu immediately called Wang Ximo. As she thought, the phone was turned off.
Sang Xiaoyu had already prepared herself. She was not only disappointed with Wang Ximo but also disappointed with herself. She didn't understand why she was always associated with debts in her life.
She recalled everything Sister Wei said and knew that besides being outspoken, she was someone who really had her own interests in mind. If she had listened to her advice at that time...
Sang Xiaoyu quickly asked Xiao Zhao to drive to Wang Ximo's company. The company was already empty. Several people, like her, came to collect debts.
Several people said that the project was true, but now that Wang Ximo has run away, it is even more true.
Sang Xiaoyu came to the building mentioned in his IOU again. When he inquired about the property, he found that the house was sold three months ago...
In the end, Wang Ximo deceived Sang Xiaoyu. As for whether he took the initiative to deceive or the company behind him deceived him, it is meaningless to investigate.
Sang Xiaoyu wondered in despair whether she had encountered the crisis four years ago again.
After coming out of Wang Ximo's place, Sang Xiaoyu felt that there was no way to reach the sky and there was no way to go to the earth.
Xiao Zhao stayed with her quietly, not daring to say a word to persuade her.
Everyone in the condiment factory is waiting for Sang Xiaoyu with disappointment, because today is the day to pay wages.
Several of the workers are old workers. They have experienced the days when wages were not paid. Now when they look at Sang Xiaoyu, they are all worried about themselves.
The soy sauce factory somehow got the news and came to demand payment immediately. If the 80,000 yuan was not paid, they would stop supplying the goods.
Sang Xiaoyu said all her good things, saying everything would be fine after this stage.
But the soy sauce factory was resolute.
The sales manager who used to deal with Sang Xiaoyu now has no good attitude towards Sang Xiaoyu and said that if the 80,000 yuan is not repaid as soon as possible, they may go to court to sue.
Sang Xiaoyu was in trouble both internally and externally. As a last resort, she took advantage of her good relationship and went to the bank numerous times, begging her grandfather to sue her grandmother. Finally, she used the property as collateral to get a small loan.
I borrowed 200,000 yuan, took care of the surrounding areas, and then provided funding to the workers.
Two hundred thousand dollars is like a glass of water thrown into the river, without even a splash rising.
Wages were in arrears for nearly ten days.
The workers seemed listless. It seemed that people had just lived a good life and then suddenly returned to before liberation. Their enthusiasm was no longer there. Even when they saw Sang Xiaoyu in the factory, they no longer greeted her affectionately.
Among all the people, there was one person whose eyes shot out like sharp arrows when she looked at Sang Xiaoyu. She was Fei Jiani.
Fei Jiani had mixed emotions, she was confused and scornful.
Fei Jiani had no good intentions from the first day she entered the condiment factory.
She just wanted to give Sang Xiaoyu some color. She had been looking for opportunities, but Sang Xiaoyu was sincere to her. She was not a bad woman after all, and she never had the chance to take action.