The day after Gao Mingcheng returned from southern Jiangxi, a long-awaited autumn rain fell in the county.
The rain was not heavy, but after the rain fell, the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees, and the hot air became very cool.
In the clothing store, Gao Mingcheng was taking inventory in the warehouse on the third floor. He was clearing out the leftover clothes from the spring and preparing to hang them up for sale in the store.
The so-called spring and autumn styles are actually the same. After all, the temperatures in spring and autumn are similar, and they are all thin quilted jackets or thin long-sleeved trousers.
These stocks, as well as the goods obtained from Gao Shouwang, are enough to support the sales of clothes in early autumn. After the family's wedding banquet is over, he will go to Yangcheng to buy a batch of autumn and winter clothes.
Gao Mingcheng looked at the remaining summer clothes on the shelves, thought about it, and decided to move them downstairs. It is now mid-September, and although the temperature is still relatively high, it is okay to wear short sleeves and skirts during the day, but it will soon enter autumn and winter.
There are not many of these summer clothes left, with about fifty or sixty pieces of different styles altogether. The fact that there are some left means that these clothes must not be selling well. Therefore, Gao Mingcheng does not want to keep them until next summer to sell them, but decides to sell them off at a reduced price now.
Even if it is new clothing, after one or two years, its style will become outdated, its fabric will become aged, and if it is kept in stock, it will not be good for the store's cash flow.
After cleaning up, Gao Mingcheng came downstairs with a big bag of clothes. He put the bag on the ground, and Gao Shufang and Zhang Jinling came over and prepared to take out the clothes in the bag and sort them out.
These clothes are bound to get wrinkled after being stored for a long time, and need to be ironed before being hung in the store for sale.
Gao Mingcheng told them about the promotion, and then looked through the account book, which recorded every sale of goods.
Now Gao Shufang is the store manager and she manages three employees. The four of them are responsible for the operation of the entire clothing store, and they take turns cooking at noon.
Ever since Gao Mingcheng said last time that he could transfer the store to them to run, he has consciously let Gao Shufang take on more responsibilities.
Xuanyimei was put in charge of the kindergarten, and Gao Mingcheng was only responsible for purchasing the clothing store and seldom took care of other things. However, despite this, the clothing store had little impact because it had long been on the right track.
Since this was the case, Gao Mingcheng let go even more. Apart from coming over occasionally to check on the situation, he seldom came to the clothing store. In the past, his family ate there, but now they went to the kindergarten to eat.
The kindergarten has a special large kitchen and a large dining table that can accommodate a large number of people.
"Shufang, you take charge of the store. I'm leaving first." Gao Mingcheng said and prepared to leave.
"Oh." Gao Shufang lowered her head to work, still thinking about where to put these clothes.
The rain outside has stopped. Because the rain is not heavy, only the ground is wet, but people walking on the road feel very cool.
Gao Mingcheng, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, walked along this newly built street with other pedestrians. Most of the houses on both sides of the street were built in the 1980s, so they looked relatively new. If you walked a distance into the alley, the houses you saw would appear older and shorter.
But as people's living standards improve, more and more people will choose to build houses.
Gao Mingcheng walked all the way and soon arrived at Maozi's home.
The new two-story building is particularly eye-catching in this area, especially the five brand new billiard tables on the first floor, which attract many young people to play billiards here.
When Gao Mingcheng came over, there were guests playing billiards at two pool tables, while Maozi's younger brother Yangyang was playing billiards at an empty table with a few nearby kids.
Maozi was playing ball with a guest. When he saw Gao Mingcheng coming, he immediately put down his club and walked towards him with a smile.
"Brother Mingcheng!" Maozi shouted happily, then opened a drawer, took out an account book and handed it to Gao Mingcheng.
After the house was built, the billiard room was opened. At first, Maozi's friends came to support the game. Later, when people nearby found out, they also came to play billiards. Gradually, income began to come.
In addition to billiard fees, the store also earns income from cigarettes, lighters and snacks.
There is a cabinet against the wall in the billiard room, which contains cigarettes, lighters and snacks. They are mainly sold to guests who come to play billiards, but nearby residents also come to consume occasionally.
Gao Mingcheng flipped through the account book. He read it quickly and asked, "Is there anything interesting recently?"
Maozi was very familiar with this matter. A long time ago, he would tell Gao Mingcheng about the latest news in the county from time to time. He could earn one or two dollars every time, which was enough for their food money for a day.
After the billiard room opened, Maozi was responsible for managing it. He could no longer walk around the street like before, but everyone who came to the billiard room to play could provide him with information!
When Gao Mingcheng asked, Maozi happily told him some new things in the county, including someone beating a gong, someone making trouble in a hospital, someone stealing things, and someone selling stolen goods.
The so-called beating of gongs is actually extortion, mainly extorting passing drivers on the road. A group of young people gather together, holding gongs and drums in their hands, stand in the middle of the road, and stop the cars.
When the driver is stopped, he has to negotiate with them. If the driver appears to be in a weak position, they will scare the driver and force him to give them money.
If the driver behaves more aggressively, they would only dare to extort a few cigarettes from the driver. Of course, if they encounter a tough driver, they might get beaten up.
But generally speaking, when they are numerous and powerful, most drivers would choose to spend money to avoid disaster and are unwilling to get too deeply involved with them so as not to get trapped.
These people who beat the gongs are often regular visitors to the three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. Therefore, Maozi often comes into contact with these people and hears a lot of their bragging.
Gao Mingcheng listened to a lot of gossip. Although there was not much new in it, it could help pass the time. After listening, he prepared to leave.
But Maozi suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Brother Mingcheng, there seems to be something wrong with the second-hand TV I bought. When I turned it on, it was full of snow. Can you help me see what's going on?"
As he spoke, he pulled Gao Mingcheng towards the stairs. Before going up the stairs, he did not forget to invite the guests to continue playing ball.
Gao Mingcheng didn't understand, but he realized that Maozi might have something important to say, so he followed Maozi upstairs.
When they got to the second floor, Maozi really didn't let him go to see what was wrong with the TV. Instead, he pulled him into the house and whispered, "Brother Mingcheng, a friend of mine might be going to kill someone!"
Gao Mingcheng was stunned and asked, "What's going on? Who does he want to kill?"
Maozi then told the story. It turned out that the mother of a friend he used to hang out with had recently fallen ill and was sent to the People's Hospital for treatment. The illness was quite serious. It was said that she had a tumor in her stomach and needed surgery.
Maozi sighed and said, "Although my friend doesn't have much talent, he is still a filial son. In order to treat his mother's illness, he gave the surgeon a big red envelope, hoping that his mother would get better. But who knew that after receiving the red envelope, the surgeon messed up the operation!"
"After the surgeon cut open her stomach, he said there were too many tumors inside and it had already deteriorated, so he couldn't cut it anymore. So he sewed her stomach back up as it was."
"My friend has spent all his savings, but his mother's disease cannot be cured. He can only wait to die at home. The last time we went to his house to visit his mother, he said angrily that he wanted to kill the surgeon who performed the surgery."
"We couldn't persuade him, and we were afraid he would really kill someone. We were very worried!"
Maozi frowned and told Gao Mingcheng about the troubles that had been weighing on his mind recently. In his heart, Gao Mingcheng was a very resourceful person, so he looked at Gao Mingcheng eagerly.
Gao Mingcheng was speechless for a moment, then he said, "Does He Dayou know about this? Let He Dayou go and persuade him. If you really think that the chief surgeon took the red envelope and didn't do his job, why don't you take the red envelope back and beat him up secretly?"
There is no need to kill people!
It is a common gray area for doctors to accept red envelopes, especially those working in People's Hospitals. However, some of them accept red envelopes passively because the patients' families feel uneasy if they are not given red envelopes.
But some of them will actively ask for red envelopes. If you don’t give them, at best they will have a bad attitude, at worst they will delay treating you.
Gao Mingcheng remembered that a former dean was dismissed from his position because of taking bribes.
Maozi frowned even more tightly, and said, "Brother Dayou was chasing a thief last time, and he accidentally jumped down from the second floor and broke his leg!"
Gao Mingcheng: “…”
What a weakling!
Gao Mingcheng had no way to solve Maozi's troubles. After all, he didn't know the man. Even if he did, he wouldn't know how to persuade him. He said that there was nothing that could be done about being sick. Even if the surgeon was killed, his mother still couldn't be saved.
If the surgeon takes on too much responsibility before the operation just for the sake of red envelopes, then we can only blame the doctor for his poor medical skills and he should be beaten.
Gao Mingcheng felt that he could not help, but he still asked casually: "Who is the surgeon?"
Maozi said, "His name is Ma Zhengyi."
Gao Mingcheng was stunned. This name seemed familiar to him...Isn't this the brother-in-law of the dean who was masturbated?
The reason why the dean was fired was because his brother-in-law was killed in the hospital, and then the police intervened in the investigation, which led to all the trouble.
Haha, is he going to witness history?
Gao Mingcheng suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.
Will he let history unfold, or will he intervene?
Previously, when Maozi said that his friend was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, Gao Mingcheng didn't take it seriously. He thought that he might just be saying it casually in anger and might not really do anything.
But now!
Maozi's friend was really brave enough to kill him. He just took a kitchen knife and ran into the hospital to kill him!
Gao Mingcheng's expression became serious. He thought for a moment and said, "Since your friend is filial, he must want to save his mother. The doctors in this county hospital can't treat her, so do you want to go to the provincial capital's hospital for treatment?"
Maozi said as a matter of course: "Of course I want to go! But I can't go! Going to the provincial capital for medical treatment, how much money will it cost! Oh!"
Gao Mingcheng said: "Ma Zhengyi is the dean's brother-in-law. He relies on his medical skills to amass a lot of wealth. But killing him is useless. It's better to get some money from him."
Maozi's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly, "How do we do this? Should we beat him up?"
Gao Mingcheng said, "If you want to make a small amount of money, you can just beat him up, but treating a disease costs a lot of money, so you have to use your brain. Think about it, if he is so greedy, how can the dean not be greedy? He has the dean as his backer, so he dares to do this, but the dean has a high status, so he has to consider his face and image."
"Have your friend write two anonymous letters and send them to the dean and Ma Zhengyi respectively, asking them to pay 50,000 yuan each, otherwise you will report them for taking bribes to the higher authorities! Let them pay the price!"
"This..." Maozi's eyes widened. The only thing on his mind was beating the guy up. He never thought that he could do it this way.
If everyone takes 50,000 yuan, that’s 100,000 yuan!
Oh my god, so much money!
Maozi just wanted to pinch his thigh!
Maozi said in a trembling voice: "Can they really give so much money?"
Gao Mingcheng nodded, thinking, what is this money worth?
When the dean was fired in his previous life, his family had millions of assets!
The so-called ten thousand yuan households seem to be quite rare and precious nowadays, but why are most of the ten thousand yuan households reported in newspapers farmers and peddlers?
What about those entrepreneurs and politicians? Why is no one talking about them?
Someone once said that we should let some people get rich first, and then drive the majority of people to get rich later. This method is certainly correct, but those who get rich first are really rich!
Gao Mingcheng sighed inwardly for a while, and then warned Maozi seriously, saying: "You can write to them anonymously, but don't show up. Ask them to put the money in a designated place. If they give you the money, you must stop while you are ahead, and don't blackmail them again and again, otherwise you will be stuck in the quagmire."
Maozi nodded, his little heart still beating fast.
One hundred thousand yuan, just thinking about this number makes Maozi feel excited.
The two of them went downstairs, and Maozi said in front of the guests, "Brother Mingcheng, I'm going to buy some TV parts. Can you look after the billiard room for me?"
After Maozi found an excuse, he ran to his friend's house.
Gao Mingcheng was not unhappy about being left behind to look after the store. The store originally belonged to him, but he just gave it to Maozi to manage it.
Gao Mingcheng opened a pack of cigarettes, handed a cigarette to each customer in the store, and then started talking.
When Maozi came back, Gao Mingcheng had already played billiards with others. Not to mention, he had good physical fitness and good eyesight, and even though he had never played billiards before, his accuracy was better than others.
Nowadays, many young people play billiards based on their feelings and do not understand any techniques. Sometimes they even deliberately imitate the billiards moves in Hong Kong dramas and think they are very cool.
After Gao Mingcheng hit another hole-in-one, he became the final winner.
He was in a good mood, but after Maozi came back, he put down his club and decided not to play anymore.
Maozi came back empty-handed, but he put on a full show and even complained that there were no spare parts to buy, so he would have to send the TV for repair next time.
As for when the next time will be, who cares? (End of this chapter)
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