Song Zhijun bought a blank railway pass and a railway uniform on the underground black market.
On a passenger train heading for Guangzhou, Song Zhijun, wearing a railway uniform, sat in a window seat in carriage number three. His cunning eyes kept observing everyone in the carriage.
When the train passed Changsha and continued to head south, a train attendant and a conductor with a red armband and a pistol on his waist walked into carriage No. 3.
Song Zhijun's heart immediately rose to his throat, and he muttered to himself, raising his hand to open the window. At that time, the windows of the green train could be opened up and down.
Song Zhijun thought that once his identity was exposed, he would have no choice but to jump out of the window for his life.
He pretended to be calm, pricked up his ears, and pretended to admire the scenery outside the window.
Outside the car window, endless green fields stretched as far as the eye could see, and poplar trees and telephone poles flew past the car.
The conductor stood in front of Song Zhijun, raised his hand as a salute, and asked him to show his ticket.
Song Zhijun deliberately turned his head slowly, cleared his throat, and said in a gentle tone: "I'm from the Railway Bureau."
After saying that, he calmly took out a railway pass from his pocket and handed it to the conductor.
"What's your name?" the conductor asked after checking carefully.
"Fang Wenbin!" He looked into the conductor's eyes and answered confidently.
The ticket has been verified.
Apparently the conductor didn't find anything suspicious on the pass.
Song Zhijun was pleasantly surprised. In fact, even he himself could not believe that the forged name and seal on the pass were so realistic that they could have slipped past the train police.
As soon as Song Zhijun walked out of Guangzhou Railway Station, he changed his clothes and put on a suit and tie, looking like an authentic business manager.
He went straight to the company that owed the final payment, found the person in charge, handed him his business card and letter of introduction, and said that he was from the Mi County Mining Bureau Trade Service Company and was there to collect the payment and hoped to get an immediate reply.
The person in charge was in his forties, with a small mustache. He looked like a veteran who had experienced many battles. He looked at the business card and the letter of introduction, and asked as soon as he came up.
"Why do you speak with a Shanxi accent?"
Song Zhijun was stunned and immediately replied, "What's wrong? It's all contract-based now, and I have relatives working in Greentown."
The man with the mustache said a lot of clichés that he had to delay, in order to get rid of him quickly.
Song Zhijun said, since I am here, I have no intention of leaving. I will not go back unless you pay the balance this time.
The mustache boy smiled contemptuously and said, "As you please."
Then he got up and left.
The next morning, Xiao Huzi came to work. As soon as he opened the office door, Song Zhijun jumped out from somewhere and asked.
"Have you decided when to transfer the money?"
The man with a mustache was startled and immediately turned hostile and shouted.
"Get lost, stop being such a scoundrel to me, get out of here!"
Song Zhijun said with a grin.
"Am I a rogue or are you? I want to see how much of a rogue you are!"
The man with a mustache shouted for people to come over and use force.
Song Zhijun said, "I advise you not to hit me. If you hit me, I will go to the police station to report the case, and you will have to pay for my medical expenses."
The man with a mustache smiled and said contemptuously.
"You wish! Is the police station so idle?"
"If you can't kill me, you have to be careful. If you are alone one day, be careful of being hit by a club." Song Zhijun said.
The ferocity on his face was chilling.
The man with a small mustache yelled, "You dare to threaten me?" but he waved his hand and let his men retreat.
He opened the office door, sat on the chair, lit a cigarette and said.
"If you want to act like a scoundrel, go ahead and play, I'll play along, but I just don't have any money right now. What do you think I can do? Others owe me money, and I can't get it back anytime soon."
"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry. I followed you home yesterday. I know where you live and who's in your family. Don't move!" Song Zhijun said.
The mustache man jumped up again when he heard this, and shouted fiercely, "What are you doing?"
Song Zhijun pulled over a chair and sat down, lit a cigarette, and spoke slowly.
"Don't worry, how about this?"
"What?" The man with a small mustache glared at Song Zhijun, his slightly trembling hands betraying his inner fear.
Song Zhijun smiled slightly and said, "Introduce me another client. If it works out, I won't be responsible for your outstanding debts."
"Okay, then you go back first, I need to look for it." The man with a mustache said with his eyes rolling.
Seeing that the mustache guy had taken the bait, Song Zhijun immediately stood up and said, "Okay, tell me tomorrow."
After saying that, Song Zhijun left.
The next day, Song Zhijun did not come to the office. The man with a mustache thought that this country bumpkin probably felt bored and left.
I immediately felt much better.
When I got home from get off work in the afternoon, as soon as I reached the door, Song Zhijun came out from behind a tree.
"How's it going? Have you thought about it?"
"You! Why are you so difficult? Okay, come to the office tomorrow morning." The man with a mustache was startled and said helplessly.
Song Zhijun didn't say anything. He tapped his mustache with his index finger, smiled with satisfaction, and walked away laughing.
The next afternoon, Song Zhijun walked into the business negotiation room of the trading company and handed a business card and letter of introduction to an old salesperson.
This was introduced by Moustache.
"Your name is Fang Wenbin?" The old salesman put on his reading glasses and looked at the business card and letter of introduction and said, "I know you!"
In fact, he didn't say half of the sentence: "I know you were cheated out of the balance!"
Song Zhijun smiled and nodded politely and gracefully.
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