The next morning, Song Wenbin woke up in the park. As usual, he went to the park toilet to brush his teeth. When he brushed his teeth, his fingers hurt terribly. He frowned and opened the gauze to see that the wound had suppurated again.
He felt that he could not put it off any longer. Although three hundred thousand was very important, his fingers were also very important. He had to go to the clinic today anyway.
Taking the subway to Sister Li's fried noodle shop where she worked, Song Wenbin just wanted to ask for leave from the boss's wife to see a doctor.
Before he reached the door, he heard the quarrel between Li Dazhong, the owner of the fried noodle shop, and his wife.
But he didn't know exactly what the noise was about.
Because the two of them spoke in Korean.
But as the two of them quarreled, the intensity of the argument gradually increased. The proprietress couldn't bear it and started speaking in Chinese. She cursed: "Who knows where the money went? Maybe it was seduced by some vixen! Don't ask me for money when you purchase goods in the future! You use your own money..." .”
The boss Li Dazhong shouted loudly in Korean, and the landlady was angry, "What a foreign ass are you talking about! Don't talk to me, can you please stop talking to me!?"
"Do you want to live your life anymore, bitch! You are allowed to give money to men and I am not allowed to give some money to women!"
"Who did I give money to! Who did I give money to!
"
The landlady was arguing with her husband in the house like crazy.
The pain in the voice was suffocating.
The photographer is conflict-prone by nature. Hearing the quarrel in the store, he moved closer with his camera to get a clearer picture. When Song Wenbin saw this, he felt a pull on him and gave him a warning look, telling him not to continue filming.
Song Wenbin dragged the photographer far away. He did not expect that there could be so many things happening in a store he picked at random. Is it really impossible to spend this month peacefully?
He looked at his broken fingers with a gloomy expression.
The quarrel didn't last long, probably only a few minutes. The boss, Li Dazhong, went out cursing, got into his old van, and wandered off to nowhere.
Song Wenbin waited for a while, and then slowly walked into the store. In the store, he saw the proprietress wiping the table with red eyes. Song Wenbin didn't ask anything, just said good morning.
When the boss lady saw Song Wenbin coming over, she quickly rubbed her eyes and arranged his work for the day. Although Song Wenbin's fingers hurt, at this time, he couldn't say much and just went to work silently.
It wasn't until after the busiest time at noon that Song Wenbin came to the boss's side and asked: "Boss, where is the clinic nearby?"
The proprietress who was mopping the floor was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Wenbin thought for a while, then took out his finger and showed it to the landlady.
When the landlady saw Song Wenbin's bruised and bloody fingers, she was startled and said loudly: "What's wrong with you kid? You didn't tell me earlier when your hands were broken like this. I asked you and you still said it's not a problem!"
"Maybe it's just a slight infection. It'll be fine after the inflammation is reduced."
"Let's go, I'll take you to the doctor."
The proprietress quickly put down her work and took Song Wenbin to ride on the electric donkey in front of the store.
The two rode eDonkeys to a clinic in the alley.
After the old doctor at the clinic looked at Song Wenbin's fingers, he used iodophor to treat the inflammation, and prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs. Song Wenbin was told not to touch the water while the wound was healing.
On the way back, the landlady blamed herself and talked to Song Wenbin about her negligence. She also said that if she were in China, her child would be as old as Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin asked the proprietress in the car why he didn't have a baby in Korea. The proprietress only said that he was too busy and had no time.
However, as soon as the two returned to the fried noodle shop from the clinic, they saw Li Dazhong parking the truck in front of the shop while he was rummaging through the checkout counter of the restaurant.
The landlady was stunned for a moment when she saw him.
Li Dazhong was stunned when he saw the landlady outside.
Song Wenbin felt that something was not right, because the boss was usually responsible for purchasing raw materials, and the wife of the boss was responsible for cooking. At this point, the boss Li Dazhong should be purchasing goods from outside.
Suddenly, the proprietress became angry. She stood up without even having time to help the electric car, walked to the store and cursed: "What are you doing here? Stealing money!"
"Siba!" The boss was also furious and cursed: "Is it considered stealing if I take my own money?"
"I already gave you the money for your purchase yesterday!" the boss lady screamed: "I just gave you 300,000 yuan yesterday! Today you come to ask me for it again! Where is your money! Where is your money!"
The boss's face turned red and he yelled: "You don't care where my money has gone! You bitches are in charge of football. I can spend the money I earn however I like!"
"The money you earn!?" the landlady scolded: "Who is working so hard in the kitchen every day, who is cleaning tables, pouring water and serving tea to customers, is it you!? You are just running errands outside, and you have to Spend three hundred thousand a day! Why don’t you die!”
Song Wenbin quickly supported the car that was about to fall over. He wanted to hide far away from this household dispute.
But inexplicably, the boss Li Dazhong's anger came to Song Wenbin. He cursed: "I spend three hundred thousand a day! Who knows how much you spend a day? If I go back to the store, there will be no one to look at it." No! In broad daylight, secretly ask the pretty boy to do something scandalous while I’m not around!”
"Screw your mouth!"
The landlady's chest heaved violently, she pointed at Li Dazhong and cursed: "I'll take Xiao Song to the clinic to have a look at his fingers. If you don't believe me, go ask the doctor!"
As she said that, she was excited to get the receipt for the medicine. Song Wenbin saw that her hands were shaking, so he gave her the receipt.
She strode up to Li Dazhong with the receipt and screamed: "Did you see it? Did you see it!?"
The boss, Li Dazhong, slapped her hand, pointed at her nose and pressed forward step by step: "Is he your concubine? Do you want you to take him to see? Doesn't he have legs himself? Smelly bitches know that turning their elbows outward is... Bar!"
The landlady was so angry at Li Dazhong's words that she cried: "You have gone too far! Why did I blindly look at people like you and come to Korea with you? Without the money I brought from my parents' home, your Can the store be opened..."
Snapped!
Li Dazhong slapped the landlady in the face.
He pointed at the door and cursed: "If you don't want to stay in Korea, go back! Go back with your little concubine. Your little concubine is Chinese. Let him marry you and you can return to China."
The landlady couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.
Song Wenbin couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and walked towards the store.
"Little brat, what are you doing here? Do you have any business here?"
The boss, Li Dazhong, immediately pointed at Song Wenbin and cursed: "The bastard is going back to China to beg for 50 cents. He is going to Seoul to beg for food. You are going to rob whoever has a job, right?"
Song Wenbin said calmly in front of his boss: "You won't apologize to me, right?"
He stood very close, and his height of 1.8 meters made him feel very oppressive in front of the boss, who was less than 1.7 meters tall.
The boss saw that his eyes were burning, and he was a little scared for a moment. He yelled with a fierce look: "What do you want to do? This is Seoul! This is not your home. If you mess around, be careful, I will find someone to beat you to death!"
Song Wenbin didn't say a word, turned around and walked out.
The boss immediately yelled behind him: "You have the guts to make money in China. You can't even make a dime and you still protect your master. You're like a dog!"
Song Wenbin found a mop at the door, smashed it on his knee with one hand, and broke it. Then he walked into the house carrying a wooden stick.
When the boss saw it, he screamed: "You've rebelled against me!"
Snapped!
Song Wenbin hit his boss on the face with a stick.
The whipping caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and there was a green mark on his face at the speed of light.
"I'm not only fifty cents, I'm also a wolf warrior."
Song Wenbin sneered, and then hit the boss on the neck with a stick.
The boss was so beaten that he howled and yelled wildly in Korean: "We are beating people! The Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"
Song Wenbin didn't know what he was calling either.
Another stick hit the boss on the knee, causing him to scream and curl up like a shrimp.
He covered his head and just yelled wildly: "Hitting people! The Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"
"They are beating people! The Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"
"They are beating people! The Chinese are beating Koreans in South Korea!"
People on the street heard the shouts and gathered around.
The landlady grabbed Song Wenbin and screamed: "Don't hit him! Don't hit him!"
Song Wenbin heard the pain and helplessness in the landlady's voice, and immediately threw away the stick and stood motionless.
"Stop it! Let's go! Let's go!"
The landlady took out a few Korean coins and stuffed them into Song Wenbin's hand, and said loudly: "I've given you the wages, so leave quickly! You're not welcome here!"
The boss kept repeating words like "Chinese beat Koreans" on the floor.
The proprietress pushed Song Wenbin to the door, threw his bag to him, and said loudly: "Let's go! Let's go quickly!"
Song Wenbin looked at the landlady, and for a moment sympathy, pity, self-blame, and unwillingness came to his heart. He looked at the photographer on the side, and then at the Korean currency in his hand. He had ten thousand words in his heart, but they were all pale and powerless.
In the end, all he could do was to pick up his bag, rush away from the crowd with Korean coins, lower his head, and hurried away.
.......
The afternoon sun in Seoul shone on Song Wenbin, but he couldn't feel much warmth. It was the first time in so long since the show started filming that he felt so depressed. It has only been going on for less than three days, and something like this happened. There are still twenty-seven days left, how are we going to survive?
"Can this section be edited?" he asked the photographer on the side.
The photographer shook his head, "The director has the right to edit. We are only responsible for shooting."
Song Wenbin estimated that Director Baoli wouldn't be able to edit it. What could be more attractive to him than this? Song Wenbin thought about whether it would cause controversy if he beat up the Korean boss. Song Wenbin decided not to care about such a thing. He is just a common man. If he is asked to control his anger like a general, he cannot do it. Besides, the boss is really hateful.
After a turmoil, Song Wenbin had nowhere to go. The job he had just found was gone. His fingers still needed to rest, and he could not look for another job. In desperation, Song Wenbin had no choice but to return to the park.
He has 60,000 Korean won on him, which is about 300 yuan. He needs to take good care of his fingers before the 300 yuan is spent, so he is destined to be careful and not waste anything.
After buying a cup of instant noodles for 500 won in a nearby store and asking the supermarket to borrow some boiling water, Song Wenbin sat on a chair in the park, waiting for the instant noodles to be ready.
At this time, his phone vibrated.
He picked it up and took a look. It turned out that Huo Yu had sent him a message.
"Are you dead? Why don't you reply to me?"
Song Wenbin looked at the message Huo Yu sent him.
Huo Yu sent him a message last night, asking him what he was doing, but Song Wenbin didn't reply. He fell asleep because it was too late, and he had to go to work the next morning, so naturally he had no time to care what Huo Yu asked. But now, he still didn't want to reply to Huo Yu.
It was impossible for him to tell Huo Yu that he was not doing well and make her happy.
However, after closing the chat interface with Huo Yu, he saw his mother sending him a dozen little red dots. Originally, he didn't want to look at these little red dots at all, but for some reason today, he accidentally opened those little red dots. After looking at them for a while, he called his mother on WeChat.
