The Pentium Era - South to North

Song Chunming didn't go out until almost nine o'clock in the morning. He first went to the bank next door to his house. It was useless to come early. The bank didn't open until nine o'clock. He transferred the money on his card to the company account, walked back, and went to the yard below. Inside, I found a stone bench under the shade of a tree and sat down.

He took out his mobile phone and deducted money from Boss Xiong first. Boss Xiong immediately called back. Song Chunming told him, go to our finance department immediately, get a transfer check, and unblock the sales department immediately when you get back.

Boss Xiong asked: "Song, do you want to fucking play with me? There is no money in the account, so you write a bad check to me?"

Song Chunming got angry: "Fuck you, our account opening bank is downstairs of the company. You took the check and handed it over at the counter. You don't know if there is any money in the account?"

"Okay, okay, I will believe you once." Boss Xiong said.

"Hand it back and unblock the sales department for me!" Song Chunming shouted, but the other party had already hung up the phone and seemed to be frantic.

Song Chunming smiled bitterly and shook his head. He then called the finance department and told her that for the project money owed to Boss Xiong, you can write a transfer check and hand it over to Boss Xiong when he comes.

"Is there money in the account? You will be fined for writing a bad check, Mr. Song." Finance said.

"Yes, yes."

"Then I'll go down and transfer it to him at the counter. Write a check."

"If you transfer it to him, it won't arrive until tomorrow. This bastard will definitely say that he will unblock the sales department when the money arrives. If you give him a check, as long as he takes it, our money will be paid. He When and where to hand it over, it has nothing to do with us, it is all his own business, but I asked him to unblock the sales department for me today."

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Song."

After finishing all the phone calls, Song Chunming stood up, walked to the carport, unlocked the car, got on his bicycle, and walked to the company calmly. When he arrived at the company, he went directly to the finance department. Finance and him He said that Boss Xiong has already been here and the check has been taken away.

"How much money is left on the account?" Song Chunming asked.

"More than 193,000."

"How much salary is still owed?"

"Forty-one thousand two hundred and twenty-four."

"After sending this, remember, I still have to tell everyone not to talk nonsense." Song Chunming said.

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Song." Finance said excitedly.

"The remaining money must be kept at 100,000 yuan in the account no matter what, otherwise it will be difficult to make progress. For the rest, you can make a list of urgent debts and let's take a look. If it doesn't work, each family will share a little." Song Chunming said .

The finance officer nodded and said yes.

After walking out of the finance department, Song Chunming saw Xiao Lu in the office hall outside and waved to her. Xiao Lu ran over. Song Chunming told her, after receiving the salary, take your people back immediately. The construction company is now They should already be tearing down the sales department wall.

Xiao Lu said yes.

Xiao Lu took several people from their sales department and left after receiving their wages. Twenty minutes later, Xiao Lu called Song Chunming and told him, Mr. Song, the sales department has not yet lifted the lockdown. Still sealed here with bricks.

"Go find Manager Xiong and ask him to send someone to tear down the wall." Song Chunming said.

"I've already gone to see Mr. Song. Manager Xiong said the wall can't be demolished yet, and said you still have money but haven't given it to them."

"There's still money, what money?"

"I don't know either. I asked him what the money was, but he just ignored me and just told me to go for a walk and not to meddle in other people's business."

"Where is he now?" Song Chunming asked.

"It's in the office at that construction site."

"Okay, Xiao Lu, I'll call him right away."

Song Chunming hung up the phone in a hurry and immediately called the construction site office. The person who answered the phone happened to be Boss Xiong. Song Chunming cursed:

"What the hell do you mean, after taking the money, the sales department won't immediately unblock it?"

"Unlocking the blockade? Do you think we are having fun? We built it and demolished it." Boss Xiong sneered:

"Artificial bricks and cement, do you think it costs nothing? I run to your office over and over again for no tolls and no cost? On such a hot day, I run like a dog time and time again. No compensation? Do you want me to dismantle it? The wall can be built, but I need another 100,000 yuan, otherwise I won’t be able to hire anyone to do the work in such a hot weather.”

"This is fucking blackmail!" Song Chunming cursed, his lungs about to explode with anger.

"Yes, what's wrong with me for blackmailing? You can treat me like a fool, but I can't play with you too? If you don't have money, come and dismantle it yourself. But I can tell you, those bricks used to build the wall But mine are all good bricks. If you break one for ten thousand, you may have to pay more than one hundred thousand in the end, haha..."

"You fucking scoundrel!"

"Yes, yes, I am a rogue. A rogue versus a liar, just right. What do you want?"

"You fucking wait, I'll be right over!" Song Chunming was furious and yelled at the phone.

"Okay, I'll wait. If you want to fight hard, I suggest you bring more people. I have more than a hundred people here, hahahaha..."

Boss Xiong laughed and hung up the phone. Song Chunming was like a headless fly in the office, looking around, trying to find a tool to vent his anger and kill him.

He first found a pair of scissors and looked at them. Today's scissors don't even have pointed heads, but have flat heads. Song Chunming threw the scissors away, then found a paper knife and struck it on the table, and the blade broke.

Damn this profiteer, what the hell did he send you? He deserves to owe you money, Song Chunming cursed for sending them office supplies.

I opened the drawer and saw a pair of nail clippers. After plucking it twice, I felt it was worse than the stapler on the table. I picked up the stapler and clicked it, and a bunch of staples came out. I didn't know how to hold it. What use will it be put to? Still threw it away.

Finally, I found a Phillips screwdriver, held it in my hand and waved it twice. I felt that this was still suitable, so I inserted it into my waist.

Song Chunming was about to go out when his elder brother rang loudly. He picked up the phone and shouted angrily: "Who is it!?"

The person on the phone was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hey, Mr. Song, why are you so angry?"

Song Chunming recognized it, it was a white shirt, Song Chunming quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Mr. Song, you haven't told me yet, why are you so angry?" the other party said.

"I was tricked by that bastard named Xiong, and the sales department didn't unblock me."

"I know. I called you and was just about to ask you about this. Mr. Song, did you not give him any money?"

"Here you go, I'll deal with this first thing when I get up early in the morning."

"You left the tail, but didn't give it all?"

"No, no, I don't want to argue with this bastard. I gave him everything he deserves."

"Then why hasn't he been unblocked yet?"

"This bastard said he wanted another hundred thousand."

"Why? What's the reason? One hundred thousand is not a small amount of money."

"It's the material cost for building the wall, the labor cost, the transportation fee for him to come to my place to ask for money, and the mental damage fee. Does this make sense?"

"No, that doesn't make sense." Bai Shirt said, "Mr. Song, where are you now?"

"In the office, I'm about to go to the sales department."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll go find him to settle the score."

"What did you get, a submachine gun or a machine gun?" the white shirt said with a smile.

Song Chunming was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell the other party that he was carrying a screwdriver. That would make people laugh.

"Well, Mr. Song, sit down, be patient, and listen to me. You can just sit in the office and don't have to go anywhere." The white shirt said, "There are some things that you can't do and must be left to professionals. , just wait for the call in the office. You are our customer, and it is our responsibility to serve customers. Mr. Song, have you sat down?"

"Sit down."

"Is there any water?"

"No."

"Then go get yourself a glass of water."

Song Chunming stood up, picked up the cup, went to pour himself a glass of water, walked back and sat down again, and then picked up the mobile phone.

"Has the water been poured, Mr. Song?" asked the white shirt.

"fall down."

"Have you sat down?"

"Sit down."

"Okay, Mr. Song, please continue to sit."

The white shirt said and hung up the phone.

Song Chunming was sitting in the office, but he was restless. After waiting for almost an hour, his eldest brother rang loudly. As soon as he picked up the phone, Xiao Lu shouted from inside: "Tear it down, Mr. Song, they have already We’re tearing down the wall!”

Song Chunming said in surprise: "Really, Xiao Lu, are you sure?"

"Make sure, Mr. Song. When I came over to make a call, it was already half demolished. Manager Xiong brought his people to demolish it."

"He didn't say anything?"

"No no."

"Okay, I'll be right over."

Song Chunming said and walked out the door. When he reached the door, he remembered. He pulled out the screwdriver from his waist and threw it on the sofa.

Song Chunming directed the taxi and drove directly to the sales department. He found that the walls here had been demolished and the huge glass windows of the sales department were exposed again. Inside, Xiao Lu and the others were already doing sanitation. At the door, Xiong The boss is leading people to clean up the remnants on the ground.

The joy in Song Chunming's heart was beyond words. He walked over and walked until he was in front of Boss Xiong.

Boss Xiong looked up at him, and Song Chunming almost laughed. He saw that Boss Xiong's entire face was swollen, and one of his eyes was black and blue, like a panda.

Song Chunming smiled and said: "Boss Xiong, where are your more than 100 people?"

Then he thought of something even funnier, and said, "Boss Xiong, you now live up to your name."

Boss Xiong glared at him, and then subconsciously looked behind him. Song Chunming saw a van parked on the road outside the sales department. The person sitting in the passenger seat seemed to be the mahjong face. Song Chunming understood. They are supervising the work. No wonder Boss Xiong and the others want to clean this place so cleanly.

Song Chunming walked towards the van, but before he could get closer, the van started to drive away. His mahjong-faced face looked straight at Song Chunming without even looking in his direction.

Song Chunming froze there, watching the car go away. Song Chunming walked back to the sales department. During the ten minutes he stayed outside, Song Chunming was already sweating profusely. The cool breeze from the air conditioner in the sales department was so refreshing. Comfortable.

Song Chunming found a corner and sat down. He still felt that he should make a phone call to express his gratitude. When he picked up the phone, he encountered a problem. He still didn't even know the last name of the white shirt.

However, Song Chunming confirmed at least one thing, that is, the white shirts and the others are indeed not the same group as Boss Xiong.