"Hey, Song Ming?"

"Ah? Am I? Who are you?"

"I, Zhang Fan, Cao, have you deleted my number? Where are you in Hecheng now? Can you please ask you for help?"

"Ah? What did you say? The wind is a bit strong here and I can't hear it clearly!"

"I said your wife is in my bed now! I'm giving her an injection!!cnm!"

Zhang Fan yelled and hung up the phone.

"Hey, Donald Duck, where are you?"

The opposite side was silent for a while and shouted, "What's the matter, Donald Duck, you called the wrong one!"

Zhang Fan hung up the phone with a dark face as he listened to the familiar voice that was deliberately disguised from the phone.

"Hey Fan Siming, lend me some money, it's urgent to use it."

"...Brother, you don't know what kind of family I have. I can't make a lot of money a year and I'm still under my control... Oh, how much do you say? I can borrow one thousand or two thousand."

Zhang Fan squeezed a smile out of the corner of his mouth, "Haha, that's OK, no need."

As he said that, Zhang Fan hung up the phone.

In just over a dozen minutes, Zhang Fan made seven or eight calls in a row. These people were all old classmates or former friends who came to the door a while ago.

When we were drinking together, we were in a deep relationship with each other and we were having a cup of tea at the table.

For example, the Donald duck who just got called was hospitalized a while ago, and the surgery fee was reduced by 60,000 to 70,000 yuan. Zhang Fan called him without blinking his eyelids.

And now, it has only been three months since then, and no one knows it anymore.

Zhang Fan sat at the head of the bed and smoked half a box of cigarettes, then packed up his greetings, preparing to find Xu Shuxu.

Liu Bo's case involves a wide range of people. It is said that it involves many people in the political and business circles. There are no less than 30 mainstream media reports in China. Xu Shuxu, as Liu Bo's former younger brother, was also taken away to investigate.

Moreover, Zhang Fan and Xu Shuxu’s personal relationship are actually very ordinary, so if it is not a last resort, Zhang Fan doesn’t want to bother him.

"Swish"

Just as Zhang Fan casually stuffed some messy gift bags into his travel bag, a note fell down and fell to the ground.

Zhang Fan picked up the note and saw that it said: I borrowed 200,000 Asian dollars from Zhang Fan today. I hereby prove that the borrower: Zhou Ming, time: August 2nd.

Zhang Fan looked at the IOU and was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered that the IOU was packed by Zhou Yingying for him and placed in the document bag.

Thanks to Zhou Yingying's collection of IOUs, otherwise, with Zhang Fan's own personality, he would have forgotten about this matter.

Zhang Fan thought about it, put the IOU in his pocket, then took out his mobile phone, opened the navigation map, searched the city, and finally locked in Dahan Longcheng.

Zhou Ming and Donald Duck seem to be different. He did not come to Zhang Fan every now and then to drink and talk to him. Since that time, Zhou Ming has occasionally talked to Zhang Fan on prestige.

The second phase of Dahan Longcheng project is a newly opened market here. Zhou Ming has been in the construction industry for many years. He is currently working with a group of people here.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Zhang Fan took a taxi and rushed straight to the second phase of Dahan Longcheng project. After getting off the car, he did not immediately enter the project area, but instead circled around the project twice, and then sat down and rested at a convenience store opposite the main entrance of the project.

Zhang Fan is actually a bit romantic and idealistic, so the money he lent to Zhou Ming was not thought of paying it back at all, nor did he ever think about going to collect the bill.

The reason is very simple. One is because of face, Zhang Fan is a little embarrassed, and the second is that it is less than half a year after that, and it is hard to say whether Zhou Ming has the ability to pay back the money.

If the other party really has no ability to repay, then you can hold the knife around his neck without any tricks.

So, Zhang Fan planned to take a walk around the periphery now and take a look from a distance. If he found that the other party was not doing well, then forget it and pretend that he had never been there.

In the convenience store more than 100 meters away from the main entrance of the project, Zhang Fan sat on a small bench and waited for about half an hour before finally discovering it.

"Buzz~"

I saw a black Buick sedan slowly driving into the entrance of the project area, and then the car stopped.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Fan saw Zhou Ming, who was wearing a suit and a lot of wax on his head, got off the car with a big mountaineering bag.

After a while after Zhou Ming got off the car, he saw at least twenty or thirty ragged migrant workers surrounding Hulala.

Zhou Ming, surrounded by many migrant workers, clapped his palms, then stood on the higher stairs and shouted: "Brothers, everyone has suffered in the past two months!"

As soon as Zhou Ming said this, a migrant worker immediately smiled silly.

"What a blessing, what you earn is this money."

"It's not easy."

"Amin, please send the money quickly. My wife has been urging me for two days and is waiting to send money to my family!"

"Yes! Anything that is hard and misfortune is false. If you think that our brothers are pretty solid in their work, you will give each person an extra five hundred yuan, which is better than anything else!"

"Haha!" Zhou Ming smiled, stood on the steps, looked around everyone, and said, "This money is the wage I took a lot of effort to get back from the foreman. Since everyone values ​​me Zhou Ming so much, I definitely can't disappoint my brothers. Let's not say much nonsense, just share the money!"

As he said that, Zhou Ming unzipped the mountaineering bag, took out a wage detailed order from it, and started to share the money.

In less than ten minutes, the money was allocated. The originally swelled mountaineering bag was now empty.

Zhou Ming shook the empty bag and pointed to the empty bag and said to the many migrant workers: "Brothers, I really didn't lie to everyone. I originally had 320,000 yuan, but I only got 250,000 yuan. I really had no money and I still had tens of thousands of yuan. I'll ask for it again when I look back. Everyone gives me some information and time. I'm sure I'll come back."

In the construction site industry, we have to talk about salary. In Hecheng, the average working class earns only about 4,000 yuan a month, while these migrant workers work almost about 300 yuan a day.

Three hundred a day, and it can be almost ten thousand a month, right?

But in fact, this is not the case. In fact, you often work for two days and one day off, or even two days off. It is good to have twenty days of work a month. Moreover, there are basically nothing for five insurances and one fund, paid leave and various subsidies, etc. It is a conscience to buy you an accidental injury insurance.

In addition, there have always been many uncertainties in the wages of migrant workers. Many times, the work is done, but the salary is not obtained, the foreman runs away with the money, or the funds from the superiors cannot be relieved, etc.

In the convenience store, Zhang Fan was drinking mineral water, looking from afar, and murmured: "Although Mingzai has improved in the past few months, he is still in the early stages."
Chapter completed!