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"What's the matter? Master, you have such a big temper, be careful not to get angry!" Da Gang was not polite, he lifted the curtain and walked in, not wanting to be pushed out by the person who rushed out from inside.

Gu Zhengdong could see clearly from behind, the person who came out was a young man with brightly colored hair, at first glance he was a member of the Shamatfeng's funeral family.

The man looked at Da Gang, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Why didn't you buy it? Why!"

"I can't say I won't buy it, it's your old man who won't sell it!" Da Gang smiled wryly.

"I'll just say it! You go and persuade him, don't sell him and keep the cub!"

"Get out of here! If you don't sell it, you won't sell it!" Another roar came from inside, and then an old man rushed out, holding a stick, and hit the funeral love head on.

Bui Ai ran away with her head in her arms, and only after she fled to a safe place did she turn around and gesture to Da Gang, asking him to cheer.

Suddenly there was movement upstairs, and then a bucket of swill fell from the sky.

The swill was splashed into the corridor and splashed all over them, and the smell was very sour.

Gu Zhengdong felt very strange, how did the water come in, and there was no wind?This is anti-gravity, unless the upstairs is intentional.

"They did it on purpose. They wanted to force me to leave." The old man's face turned gray all of a sudden, and he couldn't lift the stick. He sighed heavily, turned and entered the house.

Da Gang and Gu Zhengdong hurriedly chased after them.

"Master, why is it so good that you don't sell it anymore?" Gu Zhengdong felt that there must be something wrong with it, otherwise the old factory manager couldn't go back on what he said.

"Money is something that you don't bring with you when you are born or die. Even if you sell it, that kid will miss it. Why don't you keep it?" His anger was completely extinguished, it was completely different from the state where he was beating his son vigorously just now.

"Master, we don't make it difficult for you. If you change your mind, we can talk about it later." Gu Zhengdong gave Da Gang a wink.

"You came here with great fanfare, and you retreated so easily?" Da Gang was not reconciled.

"This matter cannot be forced. I will deposit the money in the bank first. It is not safe to carry it with me. You can look at other houses and I will think of a way." Gu Zhengdong made arrangements and then separated from Da Gang.

Gu Zhengdong was not in a hurry to leave, and walked around outside the dormitory of the machinery factory.

There is a commercial district outside a residential area, with canteens, taverns, shoe repairers and bicycle repairers. The prosperity of the commercial district is directly proportional to the income of the people in the residential area.

Needless to say, the business circle of the machinery factory was bleak.

The bistro was empty.

Gu Zhengdong glanced at the shoe repairing brand, and almost lost sight of the color, so he made up his mind, walked to the side of the road, took off his sandals, pulled them hard, and the shoes fell off.

Gu Zhengdong put on the shoes, dragged one leg, and sat down in front of the shoe repair stand.

"Take it easy, my horse is old and I can't hold back your bones."

The shoe repair man said without raising his head.

"Master, help me repair my shoes." Gu Zhengdong took off the shoes and sent them to a pile of old shoes.

"Wait a minute, there are two more." The uncle still didn't look up.

This is what Gu Zhengdong was waiting for, he was not in a hurry.

"How is the business?" Gu Zhengdong took out a box of Daqianmen, took one and handed it to the uncle first.

"Hey, your cigarettes are a bit expensive. Why do you ask for money after smoking your cigarettes?"

"One size is one size!" Gu Zhengdong ordered for him.

"What do you think of this? I can't get rid of the pot. Do you still have money to repair shoes?"

Grandpa sighed.

"I heard that the factory is pornographic? Let the factory manager pick it up?" Gu Zhengdong started to talk.

"It's a long story. The old factory manager is not bad. He was very good to the workers when he was in office. Maybe no one can resist the temptation. Money is a good thing, isn't it? Young man!"

After the uncle smoked Gu Zhengdong's cigarette, he came to fix his shoes first.

"Expand and talk." Gu Zhengdong hasn't heard enough yet.

"The year before last or last year, I can't remember. Didn't the factories with poor efficiency be reorganized and liquidated? At that time, they were asked to sign, and my son also signed. If he signed, he would be given severance pay. If he didn't sign, he would get nothing. But after they signed the contract, they beat the dog with the meat buns, and got nothing!"

"Is there any severance pay?"

"The country has given it to me, I don't know which bastard is allowed to carry it in my pocket!" The uncle spat on the nylon rope, and rubbed it back and forth with his rough hands.

"Did the old factory manager do it?"

"That's what you say! I don't look very like it, but who can say that right, it's people who see money, don't they?"

The uncle looked at the hardness of the shoes, changed the plan again, removed the rope and the needle, got up and took an iron stove hook into the house, baked on the iron stove for a while, and saw the stove hook turn red, he finally Pick up the slippers, face the original position, and poke the stove hook up.

The smell of burning plastic filled the room, and the uncle pushed back the upper of the shoe with quick hands and eyes.

Burnt plastic fused together.

"Here, put it on, it's strong now!"

Gu Zhengdong was stunned by this magical operation, and when he put the shoes on his feet, there was nothing unusual except that there was still a little warmth, which was warm.

"Thank you, sir, how much is it?"

"What money do you want, it's a matter of a furnace of hooks!" The uncle was quite generous.

Gu Zhengdong took out another cigarette and handed it over. This time the uncle was reluctant to smoke and stuck it to his ear.

"My old man is coming back soon! Be honest!" A woman dressed in fancy clothes hurried past the road, dragging a lot of tin cans behind her, making a lot of noise.

"Her man can't think of throwing himself into the river, and she is also crazy." Seeing Gu Zhengdong staring at him, the uncle explained.

"Why can't you think about it?"

"I've worked in the factory for most of my life, and I don't know anything else. If the factory says it's yellow, it's yellow, and there's no severance pay? How do you live? In this yard, there are too many things to think about."

Gu Zhengdong had already inquired about it, and it seemed that the people in the machinery factory had a problem with the old factory manager, mainly because the severance pay had not been paid.

Based on his intuition, he also felt that the money was not embezzled by the old factory manager, but who could tell what was going on here?

At that time, this was not a problem of a factory, and many families could no longer turn over because of this, and they were always at the bottom of society.

Looking at the gray house, Gu Zhengdong was suddenly moved with compassion.

"How are you talking with the old man?" The one who spoke was the son of the old factory manager, Bui Ai, who came out of nowhere.

"Your own father, you still don't understand? Don't sell it!" Gu Zhengdong ignored him, and Zheai was quite thick-skinned, so he snatched a cigarette from him.

"It's not easy now. Without the old man as the backstage, they don't even take me to smoke. You said that if you sell the house, I will enjoy it more!"

Gu Zhengdong kind of agrees with the old factory manager's idea when Zang Ai said that, this kind of rebellious person should not be given money to him.

But from his standpoint, the sooner the machinery factory is taken down, the better.

"Look how pitiful you are. Come on, my brother will give you half a pack of cigarettes. Do you want to drink? Brother, please!" Gu Zhengdong had an idea, and it was the most realistic to formulate words from his mouth.

"Then invite me to eat siu mai, my family's last noodle meal and the next noodle meal will turn me into noodles!" Zang Ai couldn't help saying, and took Gu Zhengdong into a small store.

"Come two catties of siu mai!" Zangai shouted to the inside.

With a whoosh, a person wearing a white hat jumped out. Seeing the two of them, he hurriedly asked, "How many more?"

"No, just the two of us." Gu Zhengdong replied.

"Then, two, you two can't eat."

"It can be eaten! Don't worry about it!" Zang Ai gave him a blank look, because he thought he was meddling in his own business.

Gu Zhengdong knew that this kid wanted to kill himself. The weight of siu mai does not mean the stuffing, but the weight of the skin. Two catties is the weight of the siu mai wrapped in two catties of skin. Thin ones, how many?No wonder the shopkeepers were scared.

Gu Zhengdong told him to just pack and have his own ideas.

He got up to get another bottle of Red Star Erguotou, took two cups, filled them up, and put one in front of each person.

Burying love even eats and drinks, and gradually he can't shut his mouth, talking about the cause and effect.

"Do you know how much severance pay is?"

"43." Burial love said vaguely when the food was stuffed to the brim.