Chapter 9 Taking advantage of the dangers of others (3)
Sang Xiaoyu returned home, and her mother was waiting anxiously at the door. Sang Xiaoyu shook the money in her hand at her mother again and again, with a forced smile on her face.
When the mother saw the thick wad of money, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said that Li Junhao was a kind boy.
"He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" Mother asked doubtfully.
Sang Xiaoyu shook his head, said nothing, and put the money back together with all the money raised today.
"Haozi is not a good person, but he is kind-hearted," the mother added, fearing that her daughter would be wronged.
Sang Xiaoyu acted as if nothing had happened, which reassured her mother.
Mother finally returned to the hut, and Sang Xiaoyu's world became quiet.
The court session is tomorrow, but there are still 35,000 unaccounted for.
Sang Xiaoyu, who had been weak for twenty-seven years, was really at the end of her rope. "Go on, you must go on."
This is the only language Sang Xiaoyu can speak to herself. She knows that she is now a fish or a shrimp, spinning and dancing in the oil pan.
She didn't dare to think about the future because she had no future. During this month, all she could think about was how to borrow money and then pay off the debt.
Sang Xiaoyu poured a basin of foot-washing water for her mother in a daze, and poured another basin for herself.
She tested the temperature and brought it into the back room for her mother.
Mother was stuffing the money in the small cabinet on the kang. When she saw her come in, she glanced at Ziqiao who was sleeping soundly and said in a low voice:
"Don't be afraid, isn't it just a shortfall of thirty-five thousand? Let's talk to the judge and those clients. You really tried your best."
Sang Xiaoyu nodded, feeling so weak that her body was shaking.
Mother likes to sleep on the kang. Sang Xiaoyu originally wanted her to live in a big house. The small house was too uncomfortable, but her mother was used to living on the kang.
She said that when Sang Xiaoyu didn't come, she also lived in a small house, and Ziqiao liked to be with her grandma.
The big room is the bed.
Sang Xiaoyu stretched her feet into the basin of water with just the right temperature.
Not to mention the difference of 35,000, even if it was 3,500, there would be another fierce battle tomorrow. Sang Xiaoyu was afraid. She was really afraid that these people who were usually good to me would suddenly become vicious and vicious.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Sang Xiaoyu and her mother seemed to have arrived at the competition venue. They both jumped up from the stool with bare feet and ran straight in the direction of the phone.
After the accident, my mother once said that the phone should be dismantled, as it is a costly item.
Sang Xiaoyu refused. She said that she would start a long working career in the future. Without a phone, how could she contact her mother and son? That would make her uneasy.
The mother had no choice but to give up.
A call at this time is undoubtedly good news.
What her mother was thinking was that there might be neighbors who would lend a helping hand, and Sang Xiaoyu also thought the same thing. Maybe a classmate knew about her predicament and helped her out.
My mother answered the phone, said hello, and asked who the other party was.
She glanced at Sang Xiaoyu, took the phone away, and said, "Your classmate."
Sang Xiaoyu didn't bother to put on her shoes, so she quickly picked up the phone and asked gently: "Hello, are you..."
"Jiang Chunhui." The other party neatly announced his home address.
Sang Xiaoyu's heart began to beat irregularly.
"Hello, what's the matter?"
Sang Xiaoyu tried her best to suppress the ups and downs in her heart and kept her voice as calm as possible, but Jiang Chunhui undoubtedly heard the deliberateness behind her calmness.
"I gave you my phone number, why didn't you call me?"
Jiang Chunhui's voice was neither urgent nor slow.
"What are you looking for?"
Sang Xiaoyu asked knowingly.
"What do you think? Aren't you in trouble? You're a classmate, no matter what, I can help you."
"Didn't you see everything about today's class reunion?"
"Their petty profits are undoubtedly a drop in the bucket. Can they solve your fundamental problem?"
Just when Sang Xiaoyu was about to say something, her mother, who was standing aside, kept waving her hands. The meaning could not be more obvious, that is, don't offend anyone again now.
Sang Xiaoyu saw that her mother was still barefoot and immediately asked her to go back to the house with her eyes.
Mother turned back three times with each step and waved her hand.
"No one can solve my fundamental problem, and I don't expect the God of Wealth to fall from the sky. I can just do it bit by bit."
"Maybe I am?"
Sang Xiaoyu fell silent.
Thirty-five thousand, like a mountain of 35,000, weighed heavily on her shoulders.
"Don't think about anything. Come out and let's find a solution together." Jiang Chunhui said.
Sang Xiaoyu hesitated, perhaps her only hope really rested on him. If he could come up with it... Sang Xiaoyu hoped that he could come up with 10,000, so that he would be relieved of too much of his burden.
"Okay, I'm at my mother's house now."
Jiang Chunhui asked for the detailed address and said he would arrive in about twenty minutes.
After putting down the phone, my mother ran over and asked who it was.
Sang Xiaoyu said he was his classmate.
Did your mother want to lend you money?
In order to comfort her mother, Sang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Are you calling me at this time to borrow money or something?"
My mother also smiled, but the smile was fleeting and disappeared as soon as it reached the corner of her mouth.
Sang Xiaoyu's heart began to beat irregularly again.
She couldn't help but make wild guesses about how much money he could afford.
Sang Xiaoyu pressed her heart and thought, if this continues, she will have a heart attack sooner or later!
Sang Xiaoyu washed her feet and put on brighter clothes. She wanted to put on makeup to improve her mood and complexion, but then she thought that there was no need. She was in a moment of great suffering and hatred, and there was no need to pretend to be herself.
Sang Xiaoyu did not dare to tell him the specific location of her home, but made an appointment next to the telephone pole where she had rested. There was a relatively large car repair yard there.
Her mother insisted on sending her to the door, urging her not to lose her temper.
The biggest change in Sang Xiaoyu is that she can patiently listen to her mother's nagging.
If it had been in the past, she would have run back to her home long ago.
When she saw the black car parked in front of them, her eyes lit up, as if she saw hope.
Sang Xiaoyu sat in Jiang Chunhui's luxury car.
Jiang Chunhui also greeted his mother politely.
Jiang Chunhui carefully fastened her seat belt.
Sang Xiaoyu was so frightened that she hid. Jiang Chunhui returned to his seat and asked her with a smile if she had eaten?
Sang Xiaoyu's face turned red and she nodded her head.
Jiang Chunhui saw that she was not wearing makeup and was not in the mood to talk, so he deliberately made some excuses to say that the class reunion had been going on for three hours and that these people were so good at drinking.
Sang Xiaoyu asked with some disbelief whether he persisted to the end?
Jiang Chunhui said of course, and turned away and said that he had been waiting for her call.
Sang Xiaoyu was so frightened that he thought that if he really made the call, he would casually tell his classmates: Sang Xiaoyu's phone call must have something to do with me, and then leave calmly.
Sang Xiaoyu was so frightened that she broke into a sweat because of the picture she imagined.
Fortunately, I didn't make this call, so I asked: Are you drinking?
Jiang Chunhui said how dare I drink while driving?
He asked Sang Xiaoyu why he didn't sit down for a while just now.
Sang Xiaoyu said she was not in the mood.
Jiang Chunhui whistled and said that no matter how big the problem is, don't embarrass yourself.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't ask her where she was taking him, she just didn't want to talk anymore and looked out the car window.
There are bright lights outside the window, and for those who like nightlife, a new day has just begun.
Jiang Chunhui actually took her to a Western restaurant.
When Sang Xiaoyu was about to say something, Jiang Chunhui stopped her and said, "I know you have eaten, and I just want to find a quiet place to talk."
Western food, red wine.
Sang Xiaoyu was no stranger to these things, but she knew that she was not qualified to sit in such a luxurious place now.
Sang Xiaoyu said nothing and followed him obediently.
The nightlife in Meilanjiang has just begun.
At the entrance of the western restaurant, there is a feast of lights, with men and women walking around, leading a lively and prosperous life.
The waitress led them to the private room upstairs, then handed them the menu, bowed her body, and left politely.
Jiang Chunhui smiled and said, "Let me see your taste."
Some people say that only Western food can reveal a person's quality and rank. Of course Sang Xiaoyu disagrees, but there are many people who are in a hurry when facing Western food, but she is not one of them.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to show off her taste in a Western restaurant. Even if she had it, she would lose it immediately, so she ordered some refreshing green salads and a pot of fruit tea.
Jiang Chunhui didn't ask for anything, knowing that Sang Xiaoyu's heart was not about eating at all.
After not seeing each other for many years, Sang Xiaoyu felt that Jiang Chunhui had matured a lot. Although he still looked so young and handsome, he also had some of the confidence and stability of a young man who became successful.
He now owns dozens of catering centers. Although it is a family-owned business, the main members have changed from his parents to him.
Jiang Chunhui is obviously a successful person. He handed the menu to the waiter at the door with great style, and then poured fruit tea to Sang Xiaoyu.
Jiang Chunhui picked up his glass, blew lightly and said: "When you encounter such a big thing, can you shed a piece of meat by saying something? You have to have face, self-esteem, are you tired? Generally speaking, people with good face will
A small loss leads to a big loss.”
Sang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, her eye circles suddenly turned red, someone hit her in the wrong place.
"Why did you throw away the phone I gave you?"
Sang Xiaoyu held back the tears that were about to fall out, and said calmly: "If you wanted to help me, you would have done it on the spot. Why do you need to do this again?"
Sang Xiaoyu was not qualified to demand Jiang Chunhui, but Sang Xiaoyu was angry in her heart. When she thought of the fierce battle she would face tomorrow, she felt unspeakable grievances and fears.
Jiang Chunhui smiled generously and said, "I still want to know one thing. When I was in high school, I pursued you with all my life. Why didn't you step on me? Instead, you married a small vendor?"
Sang Xiaoyu was unwilling to do so. She could complain against Cheng Weize, but others could not. The last thing she could not listen to now was to scold Cheng Weize.
So she said angrily: "Is marrying you the right thing?"
"Facts have proven this." Jiang Chunhui spread his hands and said a little helplessly.
"If I don't love you, do I need to say that?"
Jiang Chunhui shook his head and said, "No, I think you are a little moved. It's just that you talk about not falling in love, so it hurts you and our happy marriage."
Sang Xiaoyu was very angry with him and said, "Whatever you say is what you want."
"I heard you said the same thing when you were in college. Why did you fall in love with your husband when you were a sophomore?"
Sang Xiaoyu looked at him straight and said: "When true love comes, everything can be broken. This is not surprising."
"Do you still love him now?"
Jiang Chunhui's words were not only jealous but also full of sarcasm.
Sang Xiaoyu's thoughts were all on borrowing money, but she had no time to recall the good old days, let alone talk about her love history.
So he said: "I have a court hearing tomorrow, and there's still a lot of money left. I'm so anxious right now. I really don't want to hear any topics that have nothing to do with money."
Jiang Chunhui immediately laughed and said: "That's right, don't be so aloof, we are all ordinary people, who can live without money?"
"Can you help me?" Sang Xiaoyu asked straight to the point.
"certainly."
"How much?" Sang Xiaoyu looked at her eagerly.
"How much do you owe in total?"
"Three hundred and forty thousand."
"Only 340,000? Why did I hear Zhao Siyue say more than 700,000?"
Sang Xiaoyu looked at him doubtfully, not knowing whether he thought he owed less or was deliberately teasing herself.
Jiang Chunhui said to the stunned Sang Xiaoyu word by word: "I am willing to pay you these 340,000 yuan, not a penny less."
Sang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment. She couldn't believe her ears and stammered: "How is it possible? I don't believe it!"
Jiang Chunhui took a sip of tea and said: "Nothing is impossible, as long as I want to do it, but everyone knows that there is no free lunch in this world, and I do have conditions."
Sang Xiaoyu's heart sank. This playboy-like young man had flowers blooming along the way. Apart from men and women, he seemed to be interested in nothing, except, of course, making money.
Sang Xiaoyu most likely knew the conditions he wanted to impose, but she still hoped that he would let her go and take out the money.
She was like a bird trapped in a cage when she saw someone reaching out to open the cage door.
Jiang Chunhui took out a Chinese cigarette and said with a serious expression: "Sang Xiaoyu, when I was in high school, in order to pursue you, I became a good young man with all-round development of morality, intelligence and body. What did I do for that?
Others don’t know, but you know my thoughts. Even though you rejected me at that time, you are still the one that I can’t forget in my heart.”
Sang Xiaoyu looked at him and didn't want to say anything. The best choice was to become passive instead of active.
In his own imagination and speculation, Jiang Chunhui thought that no matter how reserved Sang Xiaoyu was, she would still give up her waist for five buckets of rice at this critical moment of life and death.
What he gave was not five buckets of rice, but...
But she just didn't take the initiative to fulfill his long-awaited wish.
Jiang Chunhui had no choice but to say: "You are in such a big trouble now, do you think I can help you? All three of our classmates can help you. You are my secret first love, how can I help you?"
Maybe stand by and watch?”
"Go ahead and make the conditions directly." Sang Xiaoyu thought to herself, we don't have first love, she just stared at him and said.
Jiang Chunhui felt that there was nothing left to hide, so he said bluntly:
"Be my lover and I will pay off all the debts. The time limit is three to five years. If you feel good together, go longer. If not, go shorter."
After Jiang Chunhui finished speaking confidently, he took out his lighter, lit the cigarette, took a leisurely puff, and secretly observed Sang Xiaoyu's subtle changes through the lingering smoke.