On Monday, Song Anmin got a promotion!
He was promoted to deputy leader of the group!
From before the Lunar New Year until now, Song Anmin has worked diligently every day and has never been late or left early. His superiors highly approve of him and have decided to promote him.
Song Anmin was practically floating on air today. He didn't show it on his face, but he was secretly thrilled.
Just after he finished work in the afternoon, a security guard came and said that someone wanted to see him. Song Anmin was puzzled and quickly walked out.
He was still wondering who it was when he saw a familiar figure.
It was that blond-haired bastard who had tried to take Song Anmin to the casino!
Seeing Song Anmin approach with a dark expression, the blond-haired man quickly explained:
"Brother Song, what's with that expression?! I just came to talk to you about something. I was wrong last time, okay?"
"I really shouldn't have taken you last time. You were short of money too, and that's why I came to you."
Song Anmin approached him, his eyes narrowed, and asked, "What brings you here?"
The blond-haired guy coughed twice. "Brother, I'm out of money. Can you lend me some?"
Song Anmin sensed something was wrong. "Didn't you go into business before? Where's the money?!"
Song Anmin met them when they were in high school. Huang Mao and his gang never had a proper job; they either relied on their families for support or cheated and swindled people.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across the blond-haired man's face.
"Um... I lost money."
Song Anmin's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean by 'losing money'? Didn't you swear you could make money?"
Previously, Huang Mao said that if no one invested 500, they could go to Hong Kong to buy goods and sell them. However, after going to Hong Kong, they did get the goods, but they were all fake! They wanted to sell real silk, but they ended up buying fakes!
After the customers discovered this, they reported them, and no one wanted to buy those items anymore. They're still piled up at Huang Mao's house.
After hearing this, Song Anmin swallowed hard.
Numb.
That's five hundred yuan!
Luckily, his mother stopped him that time and wouldn't let him invest any money, otherwise he would have lost all his underwear by now.
The blond-haired man said dryly, "Anyway, that's how it is. Brother Song, you didn't invest any money, so can you lend me some?"
Song Anmin sized up the blond-haired man, narrowing his eyes as he asked, "What do you need money for?"
The blond-haired guy whispered, "I recently got a girlfriend, and I'm a little short on cash. I'll pay you back as soon as I get paid!"
Song Anmin frowned. "What girlfriend?"
Huang Mao clicked his tongue, thinking that Song Anmin was crazy.
"What else could a girlfriend be? She's just a girlfriend, a partner, you know? What's the big deal?"
Song Anmin: "I have no money."
"What?"
“I give all my money to my mom. You don’t know, my mom is really fierce now. She controls our salaries every month.”
Yellow Hair: "There must be one or two pieces, right?"
Song Anmin patted his pocket. "I only have one cent left."
"A penny is utterly useless!"
Song Anmin pulled the money back. "Now I'm completely broke! I live and eat at the factory all the time, where would I get any money from?"
"Brother Song, Brother Song, don't be angry. I was just joking. Even a penny is fine, maybe a penny."
Song Anmin watched the blond-haired man walk away before deciding to return to the factory.
The security guard couldn't help but ask, "Brother Song, who's that guy?"
Song Anmin said amiably, "My former classmates."
...
The next morning, Song Anmin went to work on time, but before he could even sit down properly, someone outside came to call him.
"Song Anmin, someone is looking for you!"
Why is someone looking for him again!
He's not the president of the country, he's busy all day long!
Won't this delay his promotion?
Song Anmin turned around with a sullen face and saw his leader standing at the door, with two policemen beside him.
Song Anmin was immediately frightened and quickly went over.
"What's wrong? What do you want?" Song Anmin frowned and looked at the policeman with a serious expression.
"Let's talk outside first."
Song Anmin's heart was in his throat.
"Recently, there have been several egregious cases of scalp hair being ripped off in the city."
Song Anmin had been working at the factory and had never heard of it. "That police officer... I don't know anything about him. I work at the factory every day."
"Xiao Song, listen to what the police have to say first."
"Comrade Song Anmin, we have no suspicion of you, but the deceased found yesterday was named Guo Quan. Do you know him?"
Song Anmin's face turned pale, and he immediately stood up.
"I know him! He came to see me yesterday, how could he be gone?!" Song Guomin was dumbfounded, his eyes still filled with disbelief.
"Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?!"
The police officer shook his head. "We compared the photos. He died at home and was found by a neighbor this morning."
Guo Quan lives alone. His door wasn't closed properly in the morning, and a kind neighbor who was passing by thought Guo Quan was home and wanted to remind him to close the door. But what he saw was blood spreading to the doorway, and a person lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen.
"We're here today to ask you what Guo Quan wanted to talk to you about yesterday?"
Song Anmin got goosebumps all over his body.
"He came to me to borrow money."
"Did you borrow it? How much does he want?"
Song Anmin clenched his fist. "He wanted to borrow money, but I...I...I lent him a small amount."
"How many?"
"A dime."
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