The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

Chapter 125 On my land, you can only be a dog
No, he can't panic, let alone mess up.

Jiang Chen tried his best to calm himself down, and promised to pay the wages within two days, so that the employees could be temporarily appeased.

After that, he and Zhang Chunxi went to the bank, and as expected, Jiang Chen's personal and factory accounts were frozen.

Even if the Road Administration Bureau called the payment for the goods now, he would not get a penny.

Jiang Chen sat on the desk dejectedly, smoking one cigarette after another. The small office was filled with smoke, and those who didn't know it thought someone was cultivating immortals inside.

Zhang Chunxi walked back and forth like ants on a hot pot.

"What to do, what to do? Mouse, just say something, what to do?"

Jiang Chen opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of thick smoke, his voice was hoarse and dry from the smoke, "I wouldn't be sitting here if I knew what to do."

"You can't help it, we are dead this time, dead hard!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Chunxi couldn't help but blame Jiang Chen for taking the risk of buying the cement factory.

"... I knew it would be better to die Liu Qiang's hand, alas, now I am at ease, the factory is gone, and my sister's house can't be taken back because of the debt for no reason. My sister must hate us to death ..."

Imagining Ruan's disappointed and angry eyes when he looked at him lightly, Jiang Chen's smoking hand suddenly trembled.

He can't just admit defeat like this, how can he let her down.

After taking a deep puff of the cigarette, Jiang Chen put the end of the cigarette out in the ashtray, jumped off the desk and walked outside.

Zhang Chunxi followed behind him, "Where are you going?"

"Go out and make money."

"What's the matter?"

He hasn't thought about it yet, but he knows that money won't fall from the sky, he can't hide in the office like a turtle, he has to go out and find a way to get money, even if he steals it, no matter how When it comes to money, even if he is asked to jump into the fire pit, he will not hesitate for half a second.

The sun was scorching hot, and Jiang Chen was wandering aimlessly in the streets alone.

He didn't ride a motorcycle. The employees were afraid that he would run away, so they impounded the only valuable motorcycle in the factory. If he couldn't pay his wages after two days, he would sell his motorcycle to cover his wages.

Zhang Chunxi was following him, but he thought it was too noisy and drove Zhang Chunxi away.

He needs to be quiet now, needs to think of a way, and needs to see her more.

Even if you just look at her from a distance.

At this moment, she is probably the only one who can give him confidence and motivation.

Before he knew it, he came to the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts. Jiang Chen stood in an inconspicuous place across the street, staring intently at the people entering and leaving the school gate.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't get the face I was thinking about day and night, but my anxious heart gradually became calm and settled down while waiting.

Because he knew that she was inside, only a few hundred meters away from him, as long as he gritted his teeth and worked harder, he would definitely be able to walk to her side.

"Jiang Chen?"

The sweet and soft voice sounded like the sounds of nature behind him.

Jiang Chen turned his head mechanically, and the person who made him miss him so much was just a few steps away, looking at him with a smile on his face.

The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was standing in a dimly lit place.

"Gently, I'm going back to the dormitory first, you talk to your brother slowly."

Zhou Qing's gaze swung between Ruan Qingqing and Jiang Chen, and he left with a snigger.

Ruan Qingqing waved hands with Zhou Qing, and walked towards Jiang Chen.

She was holding a half-eaten ice cream in her hand, her lips were more moist and red than usual because of eating the ice cream, and his clear almond eyes reflected his face.

"Jiang Chen, what are you doing here? I've seen you from afar, isn't it hot standing under the sun?"

"elder sister."

Hearing the choking in his voice, Ruan Qingqing realized that there was something wrong with his expression, and quickly stopped smiling, "What's the matter?"

Knowing that Jiang Chen hadn't had lunch yet, Ruan Qingqing took him to the Douhua Rice shop last time.

It was already past lunch time, and there were no diners in the store, so the quietness made it easier for the two of them to talk.

Same as last time, Ruan Qingqing ordered him a beancurd rice and a salty boiled rice.

Although he had no appetite at all, Jiang Chen silently ate all the food on the table.

After he finished eating, Ruan Qingqing asked him what happened.

When he saw Ruan Qingqing at the school gate, he did have the urge to tell her all the troubles and difficulties of the cement plant, but now he has calmed down, and speaking out, except to make her worry and worry, has no use .

He didn't want her to worry about these things.

"It's nothing, it's just that the payment from the Road Administration Bureau has not come through, so I'm a little impatient."

Ruan gently comforted him, "It's a bit troublesome to approve the appropriations of government agencies and units. My little uncle has to wait ten days and a half months for the reimbursement of travel expenses, not to mention that you have such a large sum of money, it will definitely take some time." .”

"Ah."

Seeing that his forehead and neck were wet, Ruan gently took out a handkerchief from his bag and handed it over, "Wipe it, you sweat a lot."

"Ah."

The off-white cotton handkerchief, with a quiet fragrance, has an indescribably delicate touch when it rubs against the skin, as soft as her hands.

The handkerchief after wiping sweat was wet and dirty, and Jiang Chen held it tightly in his hand, "I'll return it to you after I wash it."

Ruan nodded slightly indifferently.

It wasn't until Ruan Qingqing entered the campus that he couldn't see the figure, Jiang Chen looked away and looked down at the handkerchief. After a while, he put the handkerchief on the tip of his nose and took two deep breaths, then carefully folded the handkerchief, put it in his trouser pocket, and walked away. Longlegs left.

"Secretary Li."

When Secretary Li returned to his residence after get off work, he was not surprised to see Jiang Chen waiting downstairs.

"What's up?"

He pushed up his glasses, with a businesslike attitude, not intending to invite Jiang Chen upstairs.

Jiang Chen rolled his throat, bent his knees and knelt straight in front of him, his hard kneecaps hitting the hard ground with a clear muffled sound.

A look of surprise flashed in Secretary Li's eyes behind the glasses.

It was the evening off-duty time, when people were coming and going, a man kneeling in public required courage, courage, and determination.

Secretary Li took him upstairs.

In the study, Jiang Chen knelt down to Secretary Li again.

This time, Secretary Li didn't wake him up, but made a cup of tea in a leisurely manner, and looked down at him while blowing tea noodles.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Secretary Li, please help me. I have no other choice but to beg you."

Secretary Li casually sipped his tea, walked to the window, half leaned against the window to watch the sunset, and said, "Do you know why Sun Wukong is so strong, but he still can't get over the palm of the Tathagata Buddha?"

"I don't know, Secretary Li. I'm low-educated and don't understand those big principles, but I know that you are the one who can help me."

Secretary Li smiled, "No matter how strong a person is, no matter how smart and wise he is, he is nothing but an ant in front of absolute power."

Secretary Li walked in front of him, condescending, with contemptuous eyes, "Whether it's me or Wang BZ, we will not do things like raising tigers. Jiang Chen, no matter you are a wolf or a tiger, but in my territory , you can only be a dog, a dog that can't bite the owner, understand what I mean?"

"clear."

Secretary Li shook the teacup in his hand, and told him a time and address, "...I've given you the opportunity, and whether you can seize the opportunity depends on your own ability."

　Some Baozi asked me for dessert, but I wanted to write something warm before, and another Baozi said that I was trying to make up the number of words, so I can only do things.

　　Code words are not easy, the author sighed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)