The scumbag guy (revised)
The onlookers all helped Zhao Wenhua's mother to "besiege" Song Xiaojuan.
She couldn't shout anymore, so she took a fire poker and smashed it against the gate. The noise the iron gate made shocked the crowd watching.
"Now is my turn to speak. With so many people here, I want to ask everyone a question: Is it natural to pay back debts?"
The onlookers looked at each other, and someone whispered, "That's right, Wenhua owes you money?"
"Yes, I borrowed Zhao Wenhua's tuition for four years of college. Now I have no money to live on. Is it wrong for me to ask for my money back?"
When Zhao Wenhua's mother heard about money, her voice rose an octave: "Stop talking nonsense! Who lent you money? Don't lie."
The more excited Song Xiaojuan saw the other party, the softer her voice became: "Auntie, I trusted you back then and didn't write an IOU, but that's no excuse for you to default on the debt."
"You say you want to lend it to me? Who can prove that what you said is true? You just saw that Wenhua is getting married, and you have no good intentions. You are deliberately spreading rumors." Zhao Wenhua's mother's voice became louder and louder.
"Aunt, if you say that, let's call the police. Zhao Wenhua borrowed money from me in the spring, and I sent it via the post office. There are all receipts and records. The post office can't forge it, right?"
When Zhao Wenhua's mother heard that Song Xiaojuan had evidence in her hands, she frightened her: "It's not a big deal! Why call the police?"
Song Xiaojuan raised her eyelids and looked at someone in the nearby store: "Third sister-in-law, please help me call the police and let them determine who is lying."
At this time, Zhao Wenhua hurried over and said, "Mom! What are you doing here? Go home and cook." Then he pulled her arm and wanted to leave.
Song Xiaojuan held the firewood stick horizontally and stopped them directly: "You owe me money and your mother came to my door and scolded me. Do you want to leave after bullying others?"
Zhao Wenhua's face turned ugly as he glared at Song Xiaojuan, "What do you want? Do you really want to embarrass yourself in front of so many people?"
"First, pay me back, and second, ask your mother to apologize to me."
"Bah! I'm apologizing to you? Why are you so shameless?"
"Zhao Wenhua, do you think we should meet at the police station or at your new workplace? I want to see which company dares to hire such a scoundrel."
Zhao Wenhua was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Why did Song Xiaojuan become so difficult to deal with now?
"What's going on? Everyone, please stop gathering here." A clear and deep voice came from behind.
Song Xiaojuan turned around following the voice and saw a man in army green pants and a white cross-body vest walking towards her.
Although the clothes are ordinary, the person is extraordinary.
He is about 1.8 meters tall, has a crew cut and single eyelids, and gives people an oppressive feeling when he looks at people.
"Oh, Guomin is here! That's great! We don't have to call the police this time. Guomin is working at the police station."
Zhao Wenhua's mother seized the opportunity and quickly ran to Zhao Guomin: "Guomin, you have to stand up for your second sister-in-law. This old girl from the Song family is always blackmailing people. Didn't she blackmail you too?"
Zhao Guomin had a gentle expression on his face, but he was cursing in his heart. He had just finished his meal and was called out to deal with this bullshit. How could he handle this kind of thing?
He uses his mouth to make money. If he hadn't met a fool, he wouldn't have ended up in such a remote place.
There was no point in thinking about that now. He glanced at Song Xiaojuan, who was holding the fire stick and asked, "What's going on?"
Song Xiaojuan told Zhao Guomin the whole story again.
"Without the IOU, there's no way to prove what you said is true. You have the post office receipt, so you can't refuse to pay the money. If they sue you for fraud, your company will fire you, and you'll be in jail when you return."
Zhao Wenhua's mother was so weak in the knees. Her son had finally gotten a job as a government employee, and he couldn't let it go to waste. She was counting on him for the rest of her life.
Zhao Wenhua's face turned pale and he said nothing.
Zhao Guomin didn't care what these people thought. He just wanted to get the matter over with and go home for dinner. He wasn't afraid of offending anyone, especially Zhao Wenhua and her son, whose eyes were filled with calculation. He despised such people, not to mention that this old woman was spreading rumors about him in the village.
Spreading rumors about him and a woman... The heroine seems to be the one holding the fire stick, what a little waste.
"What's wrong with Wenhua? Why pay back the money?" A cute voice interrupted the silence in the crowd.
Song Xiaojuan looked up and saw a girl in a white dress and big eyes walking towards her.
She didn't even need to say anything, as everyone in the village told her what happened.
Sure enough, the girl stared at Zhao Wenhua with her big eyes, confused: "Wenhua, what's going on?"
Zhao Wenhua was obviously panicked, his face turned from white to red, and he gritted his teeth: "I didn't have enough money to buy you a ring at that time, so I borrowed it from her."
Song Xiaojuan felt extremely disgusted for a moment.
Many people in the crowd watching the excitement looked at Zhao Wenhua with strange eyes. How could Zhao Wenhua do such a thing? He must not let his children learn from him when he gets home and become a scoundrel.
"Mom, give her money! Let's go." Zhao Wenhua glanced at the onlookers. He was the only college student in the village and was always very confident every time he came back. But now, thanks to Song Xiaojuan, he was completely embarrassed!
His mother glanced at Zhao Wenhua and then at his wife before hesitatingly saying, "There's no money left at home."
Seeing Zhao Wenhua's face turning red and then dark, his girlfriend's face also flushed.
"Hello, my name is An Lu. How much money does Wenhua owe you? I'll pay it back." His expression was firm.
"He earned one thousand for four years in college, and I'll give him eight hundred in the spring, a total of eighteen hundred." After saying this, Song Xiaojuan looked at the girl again. The Zhao family must be very lucky, as being able to live off someone who helps them is a real talent.
An Lu's expression changed.
Zhao Wenhua's voice became louder: "Are you crazy? You can only pay back 800, or you can find evidence, whatever you want!" After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Guomin who was standing next to him.
She has no evidence now, and if she confronts him head-on, she will be the only one who suffers.
Take back 800 first, and think about the rest later.
An Lu went to get the money and handed it to Song Xiaojuan in front of everyone. Everyone thought the matter was over.
After Song Xiaojuan collected the money, she pointed at Zhao Wenhua's mother and said, "You haven't apologized to me yet."
"Don't push your luck!"
Onlookers: "Juan, that's enough. I've already returned the money to you. Don't worry about it."
"She slandered me for sneaking into the cornfield with others, and said that I jumped into the river to extort money. Today, she came to my door and scolded me for no reason. Does she think I am the only one in the village who is easy to bully? If she doesn't apologize today, I don't know how many times I will be humiliated by her in the future." As she spoke, tears fell.
Some villagers also said: "What the child said is right. I can't stand your repeated bullying. Please apologize to the child."
Zhao Wenhua's mother glanced at the group of onlookers and apologized angrily.
This is the end of the matter.
After the crowd dispersed, Song Xiaojuan wanted to thank Zhao Guomin, but he was nowhere to be found.
Song Xiaojuan let out a sigh of relief after entering the house. She sniffed and smelled a mushy smell. Ah! The porridge was still in the pot.
As soon as I lifted the lid of the pot, everything was stuck to the pot.
…
Babai can do a lot of things in this era. She has to find a way to make some money with this, otherwise she will just live off her savings.
Set aside two hundred and deposit the rest in town tomorrow.
Everything in the town is good, except that it is a bit far from their village. They have to borrow a car from the village chief's house to go there.
"Is Second Mother home?" She called twice at the door before she heard some movement in the house.
With a "creak", the door opened and Zhao Guomin came out. The scorching sun made it difficult for him to open his eyes. He shielded the light with his hands and saw that the person standing at the door was that "little waste".
"What's up?"
When Song Xiaojuan saw Zhao Guomin, she remembered that he was the village chief's fourth son.
"I'm going to town to do something. Brother Guomin, can I borrow your car? You don't have work today?" It's never bad to be sweet-talking.
"Well, it's in the yard. Push it yourself." Zhao Guomin pointed at the cart in the woodshed with his chin.
Song Xiaojuan looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a 28-inch bicycle with a large frame parked there.
How could she forget this? Nowadays, every family has this kind of 28-inch bicycle.
Song Xiaojuan swallowed again. This time it was purely for the bike. She had never ridden one before. Before traveling through time, she had only ridden shared bikes.
A bit confused.
Song Xiaojuan touched her nose and gave Zhao Guomin an awkward smile: "I might be back late."
Zhao Guomin nodded.
Song Xiaojuan pushed the cart as she walked, eager to try it out.
She put one foot on the pedal and the other on the ground, jogging for support.
The car started moving, and she was just about to lift her legs and step in from the back.
The first time it didn’t work, and the second time both the car and I almost fell into the ditch.
She pushed the car to the village entrance under the scorching sun. Why not return it?
I can't control it at all.
But there is no bus coming at this time.
Song Xiaojuan was struggling at the village entrance.
After seeing Song Xiaojuan leave, Zhao Guomin sat on the steps in front of the house to bask in the sun.
He was able to come through thanks to Song Xiaojuan. Why would he jump into the river if he had nothing better to do?
The original body was also a "saint", she couldn't even swim, but she still went down to save people and ended up sacrificing herself.
When he woke up, the core had been replaced by Zhao Guomin.
Zhao Guomin's own memory still remains in the underground parking lot.
He had a video conference that day, and it was already past nine when he got in the elevator after get off work.
Later, a woman came into the elevator and greeted him.
As soon as he got out of the elevator, a car with high beams on came towards him, and Zhao Guomin was about to step over quickly.
Suddenly he felt someone pulling his clothes from behind. In this delay, there was a "bang" and he knew nothing.
He still hasn't figured out why that woman hurt him in this way.
He took out a Red Double Happiness cigarette from his pocket and took a puff, "Cough! Cough!" The smoke was too strong.
"You are at home! Where is your mother? Forget it, Guomin, go to the town and buy two sausages and some cooked food to eat for the festival tomorrow." His father Zhao Shen carried a shovel into the yard and ordered Zhao Guomin to work.
Zhao Guomin didn't answer. He glanced outside, took two more puffs of his cigarette, and then crushed it with his foot.
Just say you can’t be too kind!
He stood up, stomped his feet twice, and walked out.
As soon as I left the village, I saw Song Xiaojuan pushing a cart under the scorching sun, looking back every few steps.
Song Xiaojuan was so hot at this time that she fanned herself with her hands while trying to ride the bike again, while keeping a close eye on the cars coming from behind.
As a result, he didn't see the bus, but saw Zhao Guomin chasing after him.
"Brother Guomin, what's wrong?"
Zhao Guomin almost got goosebumps when she called him Brother Guomin. He pursed his lips and said, "Well, I'm going to town too. Why haven't you left yet?"
Song Xiaojuan: “…”
"That... doesn't ride very well."
Zhao Guomin looked at the car and then at Song Xiaojuan: "How about I ride it?"
He didn't want to walk in such hot weather.
"Can you give me a moment?" Zhao Guomin's words were purely polite.
Song Xiaojuan was in a hurry to go to town to do some business. The bus didn't come, the sun was quite hot, and she didn't want to walk.
But if I really have to ride in someone else's car, wouldn't that be a bit inconvenient?
After all, the two of them are not familiar with each other.
"It's okay if you want to continue waiting for the bus." Zhao Guomin saw her conflicted look and quickly added another sentence. He was afraid that Song Xiaojuan would really get on it.
After saying that, he pedaled to leave.
Song Xiaojuan gritted her teeth and pulled the back seat of the car: "Thank you, Guomin brother."
Zhao Guomin: "..."
I told you to be rude.
Song Xiaojuan was a little touched. She admired handsome men who were quiet and kind-hearted.
Song Xiaojuan just lifted her buttocks and sat back down.
With a creaking sound, the rear seat collapsed!
Holy shit, this thing can actually be stepped on? Even winning the lottery isn't this accurate, right?
Song Xiaojuan looked up at Zhao Guomin, who turned his head to look at the back seat and then looked at Song Xiaojuan.
This is not fat.
"Why don't you sit in the front?" This was completely empty talk. Even in modern times, girls would not sit in the front, let alone in this era.
How important is reputation? If you are not a tiger, you can’t sit on it.
Song Xiaojuan was definitely not a tiger, so she quickly shook her head.
"I'll wait for the bus. Please ride slowly."
Zhao Guomin had long legs, so he just straddled the bike and rode away.
But Song Xiaojuan felt something was wrong.
Is he sure he can ride it? Why can't he ride it in a straight line?
Don't fall.
Just as the thought came to mind, there was a bang! and the rear wheel quickly deflated.
The car was about to fall over, but fortunately Zhao Guomin had long legs and was able to put his feet on the ground.
This? This is too coincidental.
"Why don't we push the car and see if there's a tire repair shop up ahead?" Song Xiaojuan walked forward and said tentatively.
Zhao Guomin was cursing in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, so he could only nod.
What could they do? Push the cart and go.
We walked in silence all the way until we reached the town, but there was no car repairman in sight.
Song Xiaojuan let out a sigh.
"Where are you going?"
"Where should we wait for you?" they both asked at the same time.
Song Xiaojuan forced a smile and said, "I guess it will be a while later."
She would rather walk back than have an awkward journey with him.
Zhao Guomin parked the car. "It's okay. I'll wait for you in front of the delicatessen."
Otherwise it would be stupid to push the cart by myself.
Song Xiaojuan: “…”
You don't have to.
Song Xiaojuan could only sigh awkwardly and nodded.
As soon as she finished her work, she walked towards the delicatessen and saw Zhao Guomin squatting on the curb smoking from a distance.
There was a burst of delicious food coming from the delicatessen, and Song Xiaojuan couldn't help but go in to buy some.
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