The next day, it was near noon.
A certain pedestrian street in Guanhai City is full of fireworks. Because there are many residential areas around it, the street is almost full of restaurants, breakfast shops, fresh food supermarkets and other shops. There are also many uncles and aunties setting up stalls on the street at the entrance.
The celebrity office on the second floor of the shop facing the street is inconspicuous and seems to be out of place on the street.
"When will the account be paid? Those are the scandal photos of Fang Nianwei and Qin Wuxiang. Two hundred thousand is not much, right?"
"I know Qin Wuxiang's scandal is worthless, but what about Fang Nianwei's? Think about it, the innocent Fang Nianwei and the playboy Qin Wuxiang, how many gimmicks are there? It is definitely a trump card for you to attack Huatian Entertainment... Seventy thousand, no more...Okay, deal!"
The boss of the office hung up the phone and was very happy. This was the most money he had ever made since opening this store!
It is said to be a celebrity agency, but in fact the real money-making business is to take photos as paparazzi, and then sell them to TV stations or personal media to make money. It has been going around for several years, and the largest business only made 20,000 yuan. He has three bosses, and with this 170,000 yuan, he can live happily for a long time!
"There are many celebrities, and the more popular the female star is, the more money she will make!" The boss sighed with emotion, but the corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears, "Hey, 170,000!"
When he was immersed in the beauty and imagination of making big money, the door suddenly opened and a tall and thin employee rushed in: "Boss, something big happened!"
"What's the big deal that's causing such a panic?" The boss was dreaming about discussing extra hours with the pedicure technician, and he felt very unhappy when he was interrupted.
"Go and look at the door!"
The boss glanced at the thin man suspiciously, got up and went to the door: "What's causing such a panic?"
When he arrived at the door, he panicked.
It's a suitcase, a woven suitcase that's so bulging that I don't know what's inside.
The sweat on his forehead also dropped. He swallowed and ordered the thin man in a trembling voice.
"You...go give Xiaopang a call..."
The thin man looked at the suitcase with horror on his face, took out his phone and called another colleague.
While the phone was ringing, the fear in his and his boss's hearts reached its peak, fearing that the phone would ring from the suitcase in the next second.
Fortunately, the call was connected, and the person on the other end said that he was in the hospital for dental treatment, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it, whoever threw this thing at our door, I want to see who they offended!"
The boss gritted his teeth and stepped forward to open the suitcase.
The thin man looked hesitant, considering whether to call the police.
As a result, when the suitcase was opened, the horrific scene as imagined did not appear. There were many gift boxes of all kinds inside.
"Boss, here is a note." The thin man picked up the note and began to read the words on it: "A little gift is not a sign of respect. If possible, please tell us your home address. We will visit you during the holidays to express our gratitude... The signature is Hua Tian Entertainment!”
The thin man panicked: "This is obviously threatening us!"
After hearing this, the boss's pupils shrank, and then he yelled: "Fucking Huatian Entertainment!"
"Boss, let's..."
"Alas." The boss sighed and patted the thin man on the shoulder: "We can't compete with the capital. Fortunately, the photos were sold. Huatian Entertainment's rival company bought Fang Nianwei's scandal photos and offered 20,000."
"Twenty thousand!" The thin man's eyes lit up.
The boss pretended to be sad: "You and Xiaopang should divide the 20,000 yuan. Anyway, you two took the photos...and these things, you can take them back and share them with Xiaopang. They are probably worth a lot of money."
He closed the suitcase, picked it up, and stuffed it into the thin man's hands, "The company has gone bankrupt, so you should stay away from the limelight and avoid being caught by Huatian Entertainment."
After that, he used his own money to give the thin man the only 20,000 yuan in cash in the office.
The thin man was so moved that he burst into tears and turned around to leave the office.
The boss smoked a cigarette and walked to the window to watch the people walking on the street. The hand that flicked the cigarette ashes was shaking.
Although I feel bad for paying 20,000 yuan out of my own pocket, when the payment is settled, I will pocket the 170,000 yuan and make a net profit of 150,000 yuan!
The feeling that he was about to get rich made the blood all over his body feel hot, and his hormones soared, giving him an endless sense of superiority.
"Look at the bald old man buying buns, and he's still wearing slippers... He looks like a poor man. He probably can't even raise 150,000 yuan by selling money!"
He sneered at the old man buying buns at the bread shop.
"Why is it that the uncle is here to buy buns today? Weren't we all the aunties in the past?"
The boss of the steamed stuffed bun shop saw Wang Rengui strolling over and hurriedly greeted with a smile: "Or five steamed buns with kidney beans and five fried buns with leek and eggs?"
"Hey, you can pretend to be whatever my wife bought before. Today she doesn't like to move and insists on me... Oh, by the way, ten of them!"
Wang Rengui smiled and took out the money from his pocket, carrying the buns back home.
Their community is not far from here. I usually come here to buy groceries and groceries. The prices are cheap and the food is good.
"Baozi, I bought it. Are you ready to eat?"
Wang Rengui put the buns on the table and walked to the bedroom door to call his wife.
The bedroom was heavily turbulent, all the wardrobes were opened, and Wang Ma threw a lot of clothes on the bed, folded them, and packed them.
"What are you doing?"
"It's better to pack up your old clothes and donate them. If you put them in the closet, they will just eat dust... You must be conscious to respond to the call."
Wang Ma said while folding the clothes, "It's better to donate the clothes that An Ruo used to wear when he was a child. It would be a pity to throw them away. There is no need to give them to relatives, and it is easy for people to misunderstand."
Wang Rengui supports her approach. They are all people from that era and have high ideological awareness. "Donate some more money. I watched the documentary on Daliang Mountain. They are still poor there. Someone must practice the slogans they shouted back then. Let's Compared to them, I am considered rich first."
Mother Wang nodded without any objection: "How much do you donate?"
"Well... Just donate it. Donate the spare money you have on hand if you don't need it. Old men and women can't spend that much." Wang Rengui chuckled: "The steamed buns on that street are cheap. You can spend a lot of money eating one steamed bun every day." How much?"
"Then it'll be two hundred thousand. I'll donate it when I go to deliver clothes later."
"You should also pack up and donate my clothes."
Wang Rengui looked into the closet and found that his mother had not touched his clothes. He was so moved that his eyes filled with tears. He thought that she was reluctant to donate his clothes, so his eyes filled with tears.
"You and your daughter are wearing girls' clothes. I heard that there are many little boys there, and many of them can't even eat well."
Wang Ma glanced at him, her eyes were cold, and she sneered: "I've never heard that people who don't have enough food can wear XXXXL. Why don't you donate your clothes because you don't have any idea?"
Wang Rengui looked down at his big belly and felt something was broken in his heart.
"Then... then let's go out to eat after you finish cleaning." Wang Rengui was very aggrieved: "I bought your favorite buns and ordered two portions as you said."
"Pick up the buns and go drive."
"Where to go?"
"Donate the clothes, and then go see my daughter." Wang Ma packed the clothes and clapped her hands: "The donation place is in Qingshan District, not far from our daughter's community. I just miss her, and she also has the kidney bean buns. If you love food, go check it out.”
Wang Rengui became happy again after hearing this. He had not seen his daughter for several days and thought that the last time he saw her was when Qin Feng came to explain to her at home, she was still depressed at that time.
"I don't know if I'm feeling better these days."
The couple drove like this, first went to the donation office in Qingshan District, donated clothes and money, and were thanked by the leader in charge of Guanhai City's charity cause, so when they walked from the donation office to the gate of Qingshan Community, There was another pennant in the car between the two of them.
"Giving roses to others has lingering fragrance in my hands, old man. I feel so good now."
"You, an old professor, are so educated, I can't even think of a metaphor." Wang Rengui chuckled: "I'm happy too."
But they were happy because the guard stopped their car.
"Sorry, if you don't have an access card, you have to enter through the parking lot and register." The guard said sternly, "Maybe someone will come out to pick you up."
"Go around the parking lot and let my daughter come out to pick us up." Wang Rengui said.
Wang Ma originally wanted to give her daughter a surprise, but now she has no choice but to give it up.
So they called Wang Anruo, and the phone rang for a long time before they got through.
"Dad, why did you remember to call me?" My daughter's sweet voice came from the phone, which made the old couple feel better.
"I miss you. Your mother misses you too."
"I miss you too, but I have something going on here recently, so I have to go back to see you in a few days... Then I'll stay at home for one night!"
"I know you are busy, so I won't come to see you with your mother!"
(End of chapter)
