Porcelain industry leader

Song Yu didn't expect that in this short ten minutes, the helper of the double eyelids had already appeared on the stage, but the scene was a little small.

He was only alone...and he looked skinny as if he had just escaped from a refugee camp. He wore the same skinny jeans that Mr. Tony from the barber shop turned into pajamas at home.

It looks like a rookie with no combat effectiveness.

Standing with double eyelids is simply the gap between mini and plus.

Song Yu gritted his teeth, and walked over, "Um... about what happened last night, I'm sorry, I'm here to sincerely apologize to you."

The corner of Gu Qingchi's mouth twitched, and he sat back on the edge of the bed, looked up and down at Song Yu with squinting eyes, and asked, "Are you the driver who caused the accident?"

Song Yu looked at the little rookie in front of him, but the little rookie looked behind him, and Song Yu glanced behind him in surprise.

no one.

Song Yu tried to take two steps to the side, Xiao Caiji's eyeballs moved accordingly, and he was still looking behind him, making him always feel that there was someone behind him.

"Ask you! What's your name?" The squinting eyes seemed to be annoyed by being watched, and he raised his voice.

Now Song Yu was finally sure that this person was looking at him. Facing that arrogant and funny face, he couldn't control the corners of his mouth, "My surname is Song."

Pulling a chair with squinting eyes, Da Ma sat down firmly, and looked up at him, "Who doesn't know how to just apologize, so is it useful for a murderer to apologize after killing someone?"

With this tone, Song Yu could almost guess what he should say next, but he still cooperated with the performance, "Then what do you think?"

Slanting eyes propped his knees with his hands, "I think you are also a gentleman, so let's deal with it in a more gentle way."

Gu Qingchi looked up at Song Yu, but said nothing.

The person who bumped into him was not very old, probably around 25 years old. He was dressed in a fashionable way, with hairstyle, watch, socks, car keys, and a faint smell of perfume... Many small details revealed a sense of "I am rich" temperament.

From the moment he woke up until now, the expression on this man's face has been unpredictable, dull, terrified, astonished, and confused, but he has always maintained a humble and polite attitude. There was a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

But this displeasure was fleeting, and soon turned into helplessness.

"You need money to solve it?" Song Yu turned his head and looked at Gu Qingchi, "How much?"

Gu Qingchi didn't expect him to ask such a straightforward question, and he couldn't figure out the maximum amount that the other party could accept for a while.

"At least this number." Squinting his eyes, he stretched out his hand in front of Song Yu, making an OK gesture.

"Three thousand?" Song Yu asked tentatively. He could barely accept this price. After all, he suffered a concussion and delayed other people's work... Oh no, if he killed someone, it would be regarded as lost wages.

"Three thousand?!" Squinting eyes raised his voice and repeated.

Song Yu was startled, and turned his head to look over.

But because this person kept looking at other places, he really couldn't tell from the other person's eyes whether the number was too big or too small.

I guess it's too small...

"Why don't you tell me the amount," Song Yu frowned, and looked at Gu Qingchi, "I will try my best to make up for what is within my financial means."

He squinted and sat on the edge of the bed, blocking between the two of them, still gestured OK, "[-]."

"What!?" When Song Yu yelled out this sound, he felt his little tongue splitting. The two uncles on the next bed turned their heads in surprise, their eyes staring like longan.

The squinting eyes were shocked and shrunk back a bit, pressing against Gu Qingchi's fingers. Gu Qingchi hissed, raised his hand and struck the back of his head, "You fucking sat on me!"

"Oh," Slanted Eye hurriedly got up and moved aside, and continued to gesture in front of Song Yu, "Thirty thousand, how about it, this number must be within your ability."

Song Yu was just being polite at first, but he didn't expect this person to have the face to speak loudly, "Are you blackmailing?"

"Tsk, you kid really can't talk, what is extortion," Slanted Eyes moved his buttocks to the edge of the bed again, and pointed at Gu Qingchi's forehead, "Look at it, look at it because you hit it on the head, and the hair is gone. "

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, "I didn't shave that hair, go to the doctor."

"Everything has a cause and effect. If you don't bump into him, can he damage his forehead? Can he shave his head if he doesn't damage his forehead?" Squinted eyes said, "Anyway, you have to bear full responsibility for this matter. What is the price? It's easy to discuss, if you think [-] is too little, I'll give you some more."

"I'll take full responsibility for everything, his brain..." Before Song Yu could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Gu Qingchi's coughing.

Gu Qingchi clutched his chest and coughed fiercely for a long time before recovering, his ribs were almost broken.

Song Yu felt that the veins on his forehead became more obvious due to the violent coughing, which was a little scary.

"Are you okay?" He reopened a bottle of mineral water and handed it over.

"It's okay." Gu Qingchi waved his hand and didn't drink, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if mustering up his courage, he said slowly, "The compensation money is unnecessary."

Song Yu froze for a moment, unable to believe his ears, "Huh?"

"Are you crazy!" Squinting anxiously, he pointed at Gu Qingchi and looked at Song Yu, "Look, you drove him crazy!"

Song Yu ignored him, and looked at Gu Qingchi in confusion, "Why?"

After he finished speaking, he regretted his blurt.

The lion opened his mouth to dislike him, so he asked why if he didn't want it.

Damn it.

Gu Qingchi looked at him, "I want to ask you to borrow thirty thousand."

"Ah?" Song Yu couldn't tell from his calm tone whether it was polite extortion or simply borrowing money.

"I need a sum of money urgently, [-] yuan," Gu Qingchi said seriously, "I may not be able to explain this to you for a while, but I will return it to you, including the principal with interest. "

"This..." Song Yu was a little embarrassed.

3 yuan is nothing to him who was still in school, but his father has almost stopped providing him with financial aid since graduation, and he still feels distressed when he borrows so much at once.

What's more, this "borrowing" is not really "borrowing", he is still not sure.

"I will definitely pay it back," Gu Qingchi looked at Song Yu without blinking, "Please believe me, I really need it urgently, within a month... no, within half a month, I will definitely pay it back to you. "

Song Yu looked at him and said nothing.

Who is not sincere and sincere when borrowing money from others? It is the uncle when repaying the money.

The scene was so stalemate, squinting could not bear it anymore, and patted Song Yu's arm, "Hey, I want to ask you something, can I do it?"

Song Yu glanced at him, "I don't even know any of you now, how can I borrow?"

"Hey! Then let me introduce you," Squint stood up and cleared his throat, "My name is Qian Hongzhuang, the big Hong, the big Zhuang."

Song Yu laughed twice.

I really didn't see it.

"But generally everyone calls me by my nickname, Slant Eye." Slant Eye said.

"I see." Song Yu nodded with a smile, "Brother Xie."

"You're welcome, just call me squinting," squinting and gesticulating, "This is my elder brother, Gu Qingchi, the Qingchi of Yiwangqingchi, how about it, the name is very elegant, it fits our elder brother's temperament like cultivating immortals .”

Song Yu continued to laugh dryly, "Well, it's pretty good."

"Then, that's the end of the introduction, we know each other now." He patted Song Yu's shoulder with squinting eyes, "Let me tell you, it's all fate, if you don't bump into each other, you won't know each other. Tell me about anything in the future, brother." covered."

Song Yu pursed his lips and looked at Gu Qingchi, "I can trust you, or I don't need to go into the details of what you want to use the money for, but it's not a small sum of money after all, you have to give me something as collateral, right? Turn back You wave your sleeves, where can I find you?"

"Of course," Gu Qingchi thought for a while, "So, can I mortgage my mobile phone and ID card to you?"

"The mobile phone is free," Song Yu said. "You can also report the loss of the ID card and reissue it. It's useless."

"It seems that you still can't believe me," Gu Qingchi's eyes dimmed, but he had a strong premonition that Song Yu would lend him the money, and a lot of information could be read from his eyes, "Then tell me, what do you want?" Guarantee that you are willing to borrow it?"

Song Yu was a little embarrassed by what he said, and thought for a while and said, "Then what if you don't pay back within half a month?"

"Take my ID card and go to the police station to report the crime," Gu Qingchi said, "My dad runs a mahjong parlor, so I can't escape."

When Gu Qingchi said this, his eyes didn't have the slightest dodge or unnaturalness, it didn't look like he was lying.

Song Yu had never played mahjong, let alone been to a mahjong parlor. In his imagination, it was probably a bunch of shirtless brawny men who slapped the table and shouted, "Touch!" "Huh!" "Hold!"

After losing everything, they start playing rogues. At this time, a Plus version of a strong man may be needed to deal with them.

To be honest, opening a mahjong hall is quite in line with Gu Qingchi's temperament, and it has a sense of imagery.

"Then you still have to write me an IOU." Song Yu said.

"Okay, no problem." Gu Qingchi said.

"Do you want cash or I'll pay you directly..." Song Yu thought of the brick, "On the card?"

"A bank card," Gu Qingchi reported a series of card numbers, "My ID card is at home, you can come with me to get it, and get to know the way by the way."

"Sure," Song Yu glanced at Gu Qingchi and said again, "But I'm afraid it's not easy for you to go out in this situation? If the doctor said concussion, try not to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Qingchi walked quickly to the door of the ward, "I told you, I really need it urgently."

On the way there, Song Yu was still thinking over and over whether his decision was right or not.

Since Gu Qingchi's family owns a mahjong parlor, why can't they even afford 3 yuan?

Even if he didn't, didn't his father have a penny in savings?

Otherwise, he didn't dare to tell his father about it.

Then Gu Qingchi's activities must not be very serious.

Gu Qingchi's home is not too far from the hospital, and it took a short drive to arrive.

However, according to Song Yu's understanding, this area is all self-built houses by local people, and neither Gu Qingchi nor Squint has a local accent, so they should be rented here.

When Song Yu got out of the car and saw the face of the mahjong parlor, he suddenly believed that Gu Qingchi was really out of money.

The so-called mahjong parlor was not as big as his bedroom. There were four mahjong tables that seemed to be of a certain age. Only one table had guests, and they were still four old men.

Seeing Gu Qingchi coming back, one of the old men immediately shouted, "Hey Qingchi, pour me a glass of water and some tea."

"Hey, why did you break your head? Got into another fight?" Another old man turned around and said.

"Don't you put the kettle on the table, pour it yourself." Gu Qingchi got into the back room without looking back.

"What kind of service attitude is this? I'll have to tell your dad about it later. If I do that again, I won't be patronizing again." The old man smoked, coughed, and touched his cards.

"Whatever you want." Gu Qingchi walked out with his wallet.

He knew this group of people very well, even if he fought with them here today, he would still come tomorrow, rain or shine.

Song Yu was smoked by the strong smell of smoke in the room.

Although he doesn't smoke, it's not that he can't accept the smell of tobacco. There are quite a few people in his company who smoke, but none of them have such a smell that almost makes people faint.

It's like smelling inferior perfume, pungent, strong, and disgusting.

"This is my ID card," Gu Qingchi took out the ID card from the folded wallet with some difficulty, and took out the paper and pen from his butt pocket, "How do I write the IOU?"