"Ten, twenty... one hundred and nine.25. How can it be so little? How can it be so little?" Yang Zhong grabbed the money and shouted at Liu Guizhi, "I asked you to give me all of it. All of it. Don't you understand what I'm saying? Huh?"
Liu Guizhi shrank her head, wiped the spit off her face, and stammered, "This is all the money. I said I had money to spend before. I spent a lot on meat, buns, and restaurants every day. Yesterday, I bought Jinbao two pairs of the latest leather shoes for 35 yuan, and also bought his girlfriend two new clothes for 30 yuan. The total is 65 yuan."
"What? Spendthrift woman, who told you to buy them? Yang Jinbao, get out here with the shoes in your hands."
Yang Zhong was furious, throwing the bench and shouting.
"Dad...Dad, the shoes." Yang Jinbao walked out fearfully holding the shoes and handed them over with trembling hands.
Yang Zhong pointed outside and said, "Get your clothes back, and your shoes back, return them all. Go, go quickly!"
Yang Jinbao bravely said, "Dad, the clothes... can't be accepted. If you accept them, Xiaohui will not marry me."
"Marry me for nothing, if you don't want to come back, then don't come back, get lost!"
Yang Zhong kept muttering like a madman: "Not enough, not enough, what should I do——"
Yang Jinbao looked to Liu Guizhi for help. Liu Guizhi pulled Yang Jinbao behind her and took a small step forward in panic.
"Boss, what are you going to do with the money? Won't you have a lot of money soon? What's the matter now? How much do you need? Let's find a way together. Anyway, we still have our money-losing girl. Marry her off first and make up the difference."
There was a clang and the basin fell to the ground.
Yang Zhaodi hurriedly went to pick it up. The three people looked over. Liu Guizhi ran over and grabbed her ear and hit her, venting all her anger on her: "You dead girl, you can't even hold a basin properly, what else can you do? You are useless as a girl!"
Yang Zhong's eyes lit up when he looked at Yang Zhaodi. A few days ago, a matchmaker said that someone offered a dowry of 200 yuan. He had wanted to look for someone with a higher dowry, but now this matter made it impossible to wait any longer. 200 yuan would be fine, and that would allow him to raise enough money.
"Stop it, Zhaodi, come here."
Yang Zhaodi ran over and knelt in front of Yang Zhong, pulling his clothes and crying for mercy.
"Dad, I don't want to marry an old widower. Please don't marry me off. I have value and I can make money. I found a temporary job. They only want young women. I am the only one in our family who meets the requirements. I can't sell it to anyone else at a high price, but I can earn 8 yuan a month from work, which means 96 yuan a year. I will give it all to my family. If I get married, the money will belong to my husband's family, and our family will suffer a huge loss, Dad!"
"you're right."
Yang Zhong felt very sad when he thought about how much money he lost in a year, but he was in urgent need of money now, and leaving an income at home could guarantee his future life.
What should I do?
He thought about it and thought about selling the things at home, but the things at home were not worth much. 50 yuan would be a lot. He still needed about 94 yuan, which was not enough. If he couldn't get enough money, he would die.
Yang Zhong grabbed his hair, and suddenly thought of another marriage the matchmaker had mentioned before. The son was dying and would not live more than two months, so they wanted to find a daughter-in-law to bring good luck. But the family was poor and could only afford 100 yuan. He didn't consider it at all at that time, but now 100 yuan was just right. Once the money was gathered, there would be some left over. If the son died, they could go and take their daughter back, so they would only lose two months' salary. This was good, this was good.
The more Yang Zhong thought about it, the more excited he became. He made a decision, looked at his daughter in front of him, smiled kindly at her for the first time, and whispered to her what he was thinking.
Yang Zhaodi felt heartbroken when she heard this. She was completely disappointed with this family and her heart was filled with hatred.
Why, why treat her like this, just because she is a daughter? No, they are biased. They value boys over girls and don't treat her as a human being. It's all their fault. If one day...
Yang Zhong was unhappy when he saw his daughter didn't say anything, but he didn't show it on his face. He comforted her:
"Don't worry, my daughter. Dad will bring people to pick you up when the time comes. They won't dare to refuse to let you go. Remember to do your job well."
Yang Zhaodi looked up and asked, "Dad, didn't you say that uncle's family is rich? Why is sister Mu Mu..."
It was because of this incident that her marriage had been delayed until now, and she was not in a hurry. Why is she so anxious now?
Yang Zhong's face fell, and he said angrily: "Shut up, it's decided, Guizhi, you go find the matchmaker now, do what you need to do, get out of here."
Yang Jinbao ran the fastest holding his shoes and went to ask Xiaohui for clothes.
Wu Guizhi didn't dare to say anything and quickened her pace to find the matchmaker.
Yang Zhaodi stood up like a wandering soul and went to the kitchen to cook.
Yang Zhong gathered the money and breathed a sigh of relief. He walked around the house with his hands behind his back and started packing up things to sell. It was urgent to gather money as time was running out.
**
Zhao Bing's family.
The atmosphere in the room was very solemn. Tea cups were scattered all over the floor. Zhang Cuilan and Zhao Bing, a couple with messy hair, sat in the middle of the room without moving.
Zhao Bing complained, "You are the one who came up with the idea to cancel the marriage like this."
Zhang Cuilan didn't want to take the blame and immediately hit back: "This was your own idea, don't blame me for everything. You agreed to it. If you didn't agree, who would dare to do it? It's your own fault."
Zhao Bing's attitude softened a little, and he covered his head with his hands, looking worried.
"It's useless to argue now. We should raise the money and get the film back. Yang Mumu is a lunatic. If we are slow, we don't know what will happen. Once the stuff is exposed, not only will our reputation be ruined, but we will also lose our lives."
"I have collected all my money for her before. Yitian and I sold our jobs and added some money from our family to collect 3,000. Now it's your share, your 3,200, but there is not much money left at home, and the house belongs to Yang Mumu, so I can only sell your job as well."
Zhang Cuilan clapped her hands and looked sad.
"But I can't sell it for 3,200 yuan. How can I get the money?"
"We have to gather enough even if we can't. Think about what happened today. Can it be exposed? If you don't want your life, I do."
Zhao Bing hated Yang Mumu to the core, but he could only collect the money obediently, counting on his fingers.
"Although I'm the director of the HR department, I can only work as a normal HR worker, and the most I can get is 1,200. This month's salary is 61. How much money do I have left at home? Take it all out and count it."
Zhang Cuilan didn't move. She wiped the tears from her eyes and shook her head: "Not much left. I counted it before. There are only 1,100 yuan. It's far from enough."
"1100, 1200, 61, the total is 2361, 839 dollars short, 839, and something else."
Zhao Bing grabbed his hair and muttered, then slapped himself in the face. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked up at Zhang Cuilan.
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