"Xiaoxuan, I'm going out for a while and I'll bring you some midnight snacks when I come back. What do you want to eat?"
"where you go?"
"I'm going to Datang to ask for information. Do you want to have barbecue? I'll bring you some barbecue when I come back."
Xiaoxuan's expression changed, and she immediately said: "Right now, people are being arrested everywhere in Zhuji. It's not safe. Don't go out. Let's hide here patiently for two days."
I shook my head: "You can't just hide, otherwise your eyes will be dark, completely cut off from the outside world, and it will be bad to become blind. Okay, you can just wait at home."
At 9:30, I drove a Porsche to the gate of Zhejiang Socks Factory.
The entire factory door was closed, all workers were sent away, the door was sealed, and police were at the door to maintain order.
A group of people held banners and shouted in unison at the door: "Give us back our hard-earned money! Give us back our hard-earned money! Give back our hard-earned money!"
After I inquired about it, I realized that these people were all sock dealers from all over the country. They all had deposits ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands in the factory. Now that something happened to the factory, they all came to ask for money.
Seeing that these people were getting more and more excited, the person maintaining order at the scene shouted: "Don't worry, everyone! The factory will still be open after the investigation is over! Then everyone will come to negotiate with the factory for refunds!"
"Negotiation is nonsense! The boss has been shot! Who are we going to negotiate with! How can the factory be open! We want money now! Return our hard-earned money!"
I was shocked. Boss Nie was shot? ? ? This... this is too damn fast! Isn’t this a normal process?
At this moment, I heard a middle-aged man next to me say calmly: "You deserve it, damn, well done, you deserve to die."
"Brother, what do you know about the inside story?" I asked him.
The man immediately laughed and said, "No, I was just talking nonsense."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, and I quickly chased after him. After a while, I pulled him to eat, and he agreed.
At that time, there were small restaurants across from the west gate of Zhejiang Socks Industry. He took me into one, and when I entered, he shouted: "The boss lady! I'm here to greet business!"
A middle-aged woman in her fifties hurriedly came out to greet her.
"Ouch! Isn't this me, Brother Zhao! I haven't seen you for several days!"
"Haha, what's the matter, do you miss me?"
"I'm so stupid! What are you going to eat today? I'll cook it for you!"
He asked me what I was going to eat, and I said, Brother Zhao, please keep an eye on it, and I’ll treat you to this meal.
I randomly ordered a few stir-fried dishes, a bottle of white wine, and a special dish: Anhua beef soup, which is actually a casserole beef offal soup. The male waiter who served us was a bit funny. He was so clumsy when serving the dish that others called him Watermelon head.
I think this waiter is about thirty years old. He lives up to his name. He has an old-fashioned watermelon haircut, is highly myopic, and wears thick square-rimmed glasses. People eating around him tease him from time to time. He was having fun, and someone said: "Watermelon head, why are you so stupid? If I find a wife for you, you won't be able to find a way, haha!"
I couldn't help but ask: "Brother Zhao, is this a bit too much?"
"Haha, don't worry, brother, the people who come here to eat are all regular customers. Don't take our jokes seriously, but Watermelon Head is really stupid and often serves the wrong dishes."
After eating and drinking for a while, I gradually became familiar with this person. I found out that his name was Zhao Zhendong. Do you think it was a coincidence or not? My uncle who lived in Gaobeidian was also named Zhao Zhendong, so they had the same name.
