Mo Yang

Lao Qin went home, and his temporary absence caused the sleeping positions of several men to change, Qiao Yang and Han Mo were separated.A few days later, Qingming arrived.

The "holiday" in MLM organizations is definitely different from that of normal people.They still have to get up at 7 am, but the floor in the restaurant is not removed after waking up, everyone can roll on it in pajamas all day, they are allowed to use a computer to watch videos and listen to music, but mobile phones are still not free to use .On the day of the holiday, all E-levels and D-levels can rest, and C-levels are responsible for such trivial matters as cooking and washing clothes.

Qiao Yang sat in the crowd and watched "Descendants of the Moon". Driven by the giggling crowd, he felt an uncontrollable relaxation.He smiled wryly at this in his heart: "I feel so happy just breaking the rules once in a while, which shows how depressed our emotions are on weekdays... It's getting closer and closer to my first netting, when will Han Mo act? He Did He and Lao Qin really sneak in here? If I lie to others, they still don’t do anything... What should I do? Get out alone or force Ah Mo to go with me? No, I have to find a chance to go with Ah Mo Mo talk."

Just at this moment, there was a soft sound of closing the door in the hall.Qiao Yang stood up calmly, pretending to go to the bathroom, and glanced into the kitchen as he passed by: Han Mo and Gu De were chopping vegetables, Cai Zijie and Gu Changming seemed to have gone out.He thought for a while, washed his hands after entering the toilet, and walked into the kitchen: "What's for lunch today?"

Gu De glanced at him warily, Han Mo turned his head back with a smile, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be overflowing: "Have a little meat~ Of course there are zongzi, Director Cai and the others went out to buy zongzi leaves."

"Make zongzi by yourself? Sweet or salty?" Qiao Yang asked enthusiastically, moving closer to Han Mo.

"It's what you like to eat."

"It looks sweet." Qiao Yang, a native of the capital, said.

Han Mo smiled, raised his head slightly and glanced at Qiao Yang beside him. The latter locked his eyes and looked at him. The two boys stared at each other with good eyes. An ambiguous and awkward atmosphere prevailed in the small kitchen. The air filled the air, and the innocent third person Gu De couldn't stand it, turned his head and made a vomiting gesture: "You two men are tired and crooked, are you disgusting?"

The moment he turned his head away, Qiao Yang raised his hand and made a "grab" movement, and Han Mo blinked at him.

"I just want to disgust you." When Gu De turned his head, Qiao Yang's hand had already been put down, and Han Mo also lowered his head to cook the cabbage on the chopping board again.The former showed a nasty smile at Gu De, and left the kitchen in a good mood amid Gu De's angry panting.

Qiao Yang was indeed in a good mood. He had a tacit exchange with Han Mo just now:

"Are you closing the net soon?" Qiao Yang grabbed the air.

"Yeah." Han Mo blinked lightly.

Two days after the Ching Ming Festival, Qin Mao came back in a panic.He was still wearing the clothes he left, with a few bruises on his face.

After dinner on the first night back, everyone sat chatting and prepared to take a shower. Qiao Yang found Qin Mao sitting in a corner by himself. He walked over and saw that this honest middle-aged man was wiping his tears with his palm.

"Old Qin, what's the matter with you?" Qiao Yang asked.

Lao Qin covered his face with his hands, sobbed softly, without saying a word.

The professor also noticed it, and he glanced at it and stood up: "I'm going to find Han Mo." Spreading "negative thoughts" is not allowed in MLM organizations. According to discipline, those who want to cry should go to the small room to cry to their parents or superiors. so as not to affect the emotions of others.After all, although the parties involved are not aware of it, their spirits are always tense, and one person's crying can easily trigger everyone's moral rebound and emotional collapse.

But Lao Qin's words stopped him: "I'm sorry... your money... I'm afraid I can't get it... I'm sorry..."

"What?" The professor was in a hurry, and it was not easy to sue, because borrowing money before was also a violation of discipline.He squatted down, squatted on both sides of Lao Qin with Qiao Yang, and asked in a low voice and hurriedly: "What's the matter? Why are you crying, please speak clearly first!"

Lao Qin wiped away his tears and sighed, explaining the whole story:

His father has two sons and three daughters, and Qin Mao has an older brother.When my elder brother was in his 20s, he was sentenced for robbery and murder. Lao Qin has been taking care of his father for so many years.After his father got cancer, Lao Qin worked hard to make money outside, and sent all his savings home to treat his father. He was almost fifty and still had no one...

Before Ching Ming Festival, Dad's cancer cells spread again.Lao Qin pooled up the money to go home to visit the sick, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw his brother who had finished serving his sentence.

My brother claimed that he met a few friends in prison, and they agreed to do private credit together. They needed to raise money to invest in shares, and asked Lao Qin to use the money to start a company. He said that the monthly income of the capital was 250%!

How could Lao Qin be willing?He said: "Are you going to use my money to lend usury? This is against the law! Return 250% of the proceeds, do you think I am [-]%!"

His elder brother didn't listen to this, beat him up, forced Lao Qin to take out all the money, and walked away...

After Qin Mao finished speaking, he buried his face in his palms again, sobbing and said: "Poor my father has no money to see a doctor, so he can only lie at home and wait to die..."

"Damn it." The professor changed from squatting to sitting, unable to vent his anger, "I expected that it would be impossible to return all the money I lent you, but I really didn't expect that I would not return the last penny! My 8000 yuan Is the money in vain? You can still hear the noise! ​​Is it easy to save so much money!?”

On the other hand, Qiao Yang, whose 1 yuan was in vain, did not say a word.He frowned tightly, staring at Lao Qin with eyes full of inquiry: Is this... defrauding us of our money?What is the use of this little money? Is there any relationship between Han Mo's network collection plan and this money?The organization behind Han Mo... I don't know, the police?Procuratorate?How are you going to use the money?

"Don't you say a few words?" The professor complained and felt uncomfortable, so he pushed Qiao Yang.

Only then did Qiao Yang realize that his "hot-blooded, stubborn and hot-tempered" personality had collapsed, and he quickly joined the denunciation team. Until Han Mo walked in and took Lao Qin away, his heart was still surrounded by a thick layer of fog.

The fog lifted a little on Sunday, four days later.

Qiao Yang has been in Guancheng for more than a month, his hair has become longer, and his bangs often reach the tip of his nose.So he applied for a haircut while Han Mo was at home. Qin Mao also said that he had no money on hand and wanted to withdraw the money. Cai Zijie arranged for Han Mo and Sun Changming to take Qiao Yang and Lao Qin out.

The four of them walked through the community without street lights for a while, and went around many small alleys. When Qiao Yang was a little confused about east, west, south, north, they stopped at the entrance of the 24-hour self-service bank of Liguo Bank in a community.

Lao Qin went in to withdraw the money first, while the other three waited outside.The strange thing is that Lao Qin didn't come out after 10 minutes.Han Mo was worried, and walked into the self-service bank. Another 10 minutes passed, and he still didn't come out.

Qiao Yang's heart moved slightly: Han Mo must have taken some action!But what did he do, what did he want to do?

"Come on, let's go in and take a look." Sun Changming, who was standing next to him, also became uneasy. He grabbed Qiao Yang's arm and pushed him into the door of the self-service bank together.

There are only four ATM machines in this small self-service bank hall, and Lao Qin and Han Mo are standing silently in front of the machine on the far right, staring at the screen in front of them in a daze.Sun Changming pushed Qiao Yang forward, and the characters on the screen were printed in their eyes:

Available balance: 208321 yuan

Qiao Yang subconsciously counted: "One, ten, one hundred... one hundred thousand!" He took a breath, and looked at Lao Qin in disbelief: "You have 20?"

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