Chapter 11 Chapter 11 "Three hundred thousand, in cash!"
The doctor had already said that her health had recovered well and she could choose to stay in the hospital for a few more days, or she could choose to be discharged and go home to recuperate and come back for a follow-up visit.
Zhao Ruyue actually wanted to go back to the rental house to recuperate, but Ning Shaoming insisted that she stay for a while longer, so she continued to live in the hospital.
Now that she had a reason to leave, she believed that Ning Shaoming would not be stubborn and force her to stay in the hospital.
At this time, Ning Shaoming, who had returned to the rental house, was busy in the kitchen. He first steamed the rice and chicken soup in a pot, and then hurried to make two light and nutritious quick dishes.
He was worried about Zhao Ruyue being alone in the hospital.
Although he would tell the nurses in charge of his wife before going home and ask them to take care of his wife, the nurses were very busy and might not notice anything in time, so he tried to cook as quickly as possible every time he came back.
After a busy day of washing, cutting and cooking, when the two dishes were ready, and the rice and soup were also prepared, I quickly put them into the thermos and rushed back to the hospital.
When they came across some good-looking fruits on the way, they bought a bag of them, kept two for themselves, and gave the rest to the medical staff who took good care of them.
Zhao Ruyue was afraid that he would be too angry to eat if she told him what happened in the ward after he left, so she waited until after dinner to tell him.
After hearing this, Ning Shaoming was so angry that his eyes turned red. He stood up suddenly, panting, and looked like he was going to run out and fight someone in the next second.
Zhao Ruyue hurriedly pulled him back to sit down and patted his back to calm him down: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I didn't suffer any loss, look at what this is!"
When the luggage bag containing the money was opened, a pile of red banknotes inside was simply blinding!
"This, this, this..." Even though Ning Shaoming had heard Zhao Ruyue tell him how much money she had and was mentally prepared in advance, he was still so shocked that he couldn't utter complete sentences.
He has lived for thirty-one years, one third of his life, and this is the first time he has seen so much money!
Even though Ning Shaoming had long understood that the gap between the rich and the poor was huge, he was still greatly shocked when he really faced it.
When he worked in a washing machine factory like other fellow villagers, he had to work three shifts and often overtime, working eleven or twelve hours a day and only earning a little over a thousand yuan a month.
He thought that he was doing well now that he could earn 2,200 yuan a month.
Looking at the pile of red money, Ning Shaoming felt a little uncomfortable.
The fine they paid when they gave birth to their youngest daughter was only 8,000 yuan, but it made their whole family very worried.
But the rich people in big cities can give 100,000 yuan at will.
Maybe they spend one hundred thousand yuan, which is almost the same as the poor spending fifty, one hundred, or even five or ten yuan.
Ning Shaoming couldn't help but think: If I could also earn a lot of money, my wife wouldn't have to suffer such grievances.
Zhao Ruyue put away the luggage bag and continued to whisper to Ning Shaoming: "I've thought about it. The old man has a lot of things to do at home right now. He will probably have to come back in a few days. We can take advantage of these few days to leave Pengcheng and find a place where no one knows us and hide for a while!"
Ning Shaoming's mind was in a mess, but it did not affect him to respond to Zhao Ruyue's words: "Have you decided where to go? I have to ask for leave from the hotel in advance..."
He paused, feeling a little reluctant, and a little sorry for the hotel that nurtured him, but for the safety of his wife, they had no choice, so he continued, "If it doesn't work, I can only quit my job."
"I know you're reluctant to give up this job, but the situation is stronger than people," Zhao Ruyue sighed and said, "Just quit it. Just say that I'm not feeling well and you have to take me to see a doctor and take care of me."
If Ning Shaoming said this, people who are not familiar with him might think he is crazy.
But when people who are familiar with him hear it, they can tell that the man is not crazy. This is what Ning Lao San can do. At least he can fool people he is familiar with.
"Okay, when we are halfway there, I will call Wenfa and ask him to help me quit my job." Ning Shaoming thought, since they were going to hide, it would be best not to let anyone else know their whereabouts too early.
Otherwise, if someone comes to find them and the brothers and their wife reveal their flaws, they might be implicated.
He asked Zhao Ruyue: "Where are you going to hide?"
"Let's go to Zhejiang, Yiwu, Zhejiang." Zhao Ruyue had already thought about it and was prepared for not being able to return to her hometown in the short term. Since she couldn't return to her hometown, she had to go to economically developed areas so that she wouldn't have to worry about not being able to find a job and living off her savings.
The north is too far away and they may not be able to adapt to it, Jiangsu and Zhejiang are just right.
Zhao Ruyue continued to talk about her other plan: "There are a lot of small commodities for sale there. We can save the money to pay off the debt and keep some money for emergencies. With the remaining money, we can wholesale some small items in Yiwu and sell them back home when the storm here is over. Our hometown is much more backward than the big cities, and there are not many kinds of small commodities. Many things that are outdated in big cities may have just become popular in our hometown. We don't have to worry about selling the things back home, and we don't have to worry about losing money. What do you think?"
In fact, she wanted to go to Yangcheng more, because Yangcheng was close to her hometown, but Yangcheng was closer to Pengcheng, so she had to give up.
Ning Shaoming had no objection. He was peeling the chicken skin with his head down. He put the chicken skin that Zhao Ruyue didn't like to eat in his own bowl and gave the chicken meat to her. He raised his head, wiped his hands and said, "I think it's great. I'll do as you say. After lunch, I'll go to the bus terminal to buy a ticket."
He is no longer the small town youth who had never traveled far and knew nothing.
Now, at least I have a skill that can make money. These days, craftsmen will not starve wherever they go, so they are not so averse or afraid of going to unfamiliar places.
Zhao Ruyue shook her head: "We won't buy tickets. Buying tickets will easily expose us. We will get on the bus outside the station."
You don't necessarily need an ID card to take a long-distance bus these days.
When they came to Pengcheng from their hometown to work, the long-distance sleeper bus they took was taken by a fellow villager who saved the driver's number and contacted the driver in advance.
Then go to the intersection of the county road where the bus passes nearby and wait there, then pay the money and get on the bus.
This way of traveling is cheaper than buying a ticket at the station, but it is risky.
When you buy a ticket at the bus station, the ticket comes with its own insurance. If you get on the bus outside the station, there is no insurance. In case of an accident, you don't know who to ask for compensation. Also, if the bus is overloaded, you may be kicked off if you encounter a traffic police inspection halfway.
In addition, you can also contact private buses to pick up passengers, which is cheaper than boarding the bus outside the station.
However, taking a private car is more risky, and you may encounter a malicious driver and be "sold as a pig".
Regardless of which of the two methods is used, they all have one thing in common - drivers will take a longer route in order to pick up more passengers and save on highway tolls.
In order to make more money, they would even take some bumpy third-level roads and county roads, overloading and picking up passengers along the way.
When getting off the bus to eat or go to the toilet, passengers have to keep an eye on the time and the bus themselves.
The driver will roughly count the number of people before driving away, but if there are not enough people, he will not go out of his way to look for them, nor will he wait for people. If no one shows up after a while, he will drive away. Whoever misses the opportunity after the car starts will be unlucky.
In short, it is extremely difficult to find them after getting on this kind of car. If you go to a county town or toll station and change cars there, it will be even more impossible to find them.
Ning Shaoming felt that it was unsafe to get on the bus outside the station. If he was traveling alone, he would choose this cheaper way to save money, but he couldn't do that if he brought his wife along.
When they first came to Pengcheng, they had never traveled far, and rarely even went to the county town. They didn’t know anything, but they had no choice but to cooperate with the fellow villager who brought them here.
If someone else takes them out, of course they should follow the other person's choice of travel method and not interfere.
But now that he has a choice, he prefers a safer way of traveling.
This time Zhao Ruyue failed to convince him, Ning Shaoming insisted on going to the bus station to buy tickets: "Since we have to change buses midway, we have bought tickets, and there is not much difference between changing buses midway and getting on the bus outside the station."
Zhao Ruyue originally wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, she felt that the method proposed by Ning Shaoming, apart from costing more money, was actually safer than she thought. They were not short of money now, so there was no need to take risks.
So the rebuttal turned into a promise: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Here the couple were discussing things and eating their meal in a warm atmosphere.
On the other side, Gao's father had returned home.
As soon as I entered the room, I heard Gao's mother shouting into the phone: "Hello? Hello! Is that Aqiang? What? Aqiang is not here!"
She became increasingly irritable after hearing what was said on the other end of the line. She shouted even louder and louder, "When will he be back? You don't know? Go find him right now. I have something to ask... Hello? Hello! Hello!"
Click, beep-beep-beep-
The phone was hung up. Gao's mother shouted several times before she realized what was going on. She suddenly looked up at the culprit.
"You old bastard, are you sick?" she cursed. "I was anxiously looking for someone to help me deal with that vixen, why did you hang up my phone? Are you crazy?"
Father Gao sneered: "What are you looking for? By the time you find him, the flowers will be cold!"
He pulled out a paper document bag and slammed it on the table: "Take a good look at what's inside!"
As he said this, he sat down proudly on the chair next to the coffee table, crossed his legs, picked up the teacup, and gently blew away the tea foam that was not in the tea.
Gao's mother glanced at him suspiciously, picked up the file bag, opened it, and pulled out the document inside: "Isn't it just the letter of understanding printed yesterday! Tsk... I didn't have any good things at that time, and I printed a useless thing and took credit for it."
She failed to get the job done in the morning, and in a fit of anger she tore up the letter of apology she brought with her, thinking that Gao's father had printed another one to show off his accomplishment.
Because of Gao's father's previous unreliability and lack of concern for his family, Gao's mother never thought of him getting the letter of understanding signed by Zhao Ruyue.
She curled her lips in disdain: "There are more than a dozen copies of this thing at home. If you take it to the toilet, it will scratch your asshole. If you have the guts, ask that vixen to sign it and take it back..."
"Hiss——" Gao's mother gasped, her voice shrill with shock, "Did you really sign it?!"
She stared at the three words "Zhao Ruyue" on the letter of understanding in disbelief, without blinking.
After a while, when she came back to her senses, her eyes were sore. She rubbed her sore eyes, still a little bit unbelieving: "You really got the signature of the vixen who harmed my son? How did you do it?"
Gao's father now regarded himself as the great contributor to the family. He ignored Gao's mother's anxiety and leisurely drank a sip of tea. He swallowed it slowly and then showed three fingers: "Three hundred thousand, cash!"
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