That night was uneventful, and Chen Wanhao didn't cause any trouble to Zhang San again.
The next day, Chen Wanhao helped the factory find a skilled worker. Zhang San went to take over at night, only to learn that he had been fired from the factory.
The reason was also very simple and crude, saying that he had a fight in the factory.
Zhang San knew that this was just a casual reason for the factory to fire him.
Anyway, it was not a happy job, so Zhang San accepted it and just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
"Then when will I get my salary?" Zhang San asked.
The manager said: "Let's do it tomorrow, I'll pay you tomorrow."
"Then can I continue to live in the dormitory today?" Zhang San asked again.
"Just stay, stay!" the manager said, "but after you get your salary, you have to move out."
Zhang San nodded and left the office.
As soon as he came downstairs, he saw that someone was already working above his previous position.
Zhang San understood that he had found a replacement for him. If not, he might have been fired last night.
He didn't even understand why a small factory became so cruel.
These people are even more terrifying than the vicious murderers in prison.
The hope for life that had just been ignited was extinguished in an instant.
Zhang San suddenly felt that living was really tiring.
He touched his pocket, and now there was only a few dollars left in it.
Fortunately, the kind-hearted restaurant owner allowed me to get credit so I wouldn't go hungry.
As soon as Zhang San left, Chen Wanhao went to the manager's office. When he learned that Zhang San would be paid tomorrow, Chen Wanhao immediately said: "No, cousin, why are you in such a hurry to pay him?"
The manager was stunned: "Why?"
"You don't know, this guy is extremely poor now. It is said that he has been eating on credit these days. If you delay him for a few more days, see what happens to this bitch."
The manager was stunned for half a second: "Isn't this... a bit too much?"
After saying that, he laughed again: "But I like it!"
Sure enough, the next day Zhang San went to collect his salary of less than 2,000 yuan, but was rejected by the manager.
"There was something wrong with the bank procedure recently and the money was not withdrawn. So, come back tomorrow."
Zhang San didn't say anything, and bowed to the manager to say thank you before leaving.
But when I went the next day, the manager had another explanation.
"The accountant is not in good health recently. He said he would wait for two days before calculating. Don't worry, it will be given to you. Just wait for another two days."
Zhang San has no choice. The money is in the hands of others. These days, the grandson is the one who has to pay, and the uncle is the one who owes the debt.
So he went downstairs and met the accountant at the door.
Zhang San then asked: "Aren't you in poor health and didn't come to work?"
The accountant looked confused: "Who said I didn't come to work? I'm here every day. Are you asking about salary?"
Zhang San nodded.
"Actually, it's been settled a long time ago." The accountant glanced at the office upstairs, lowered his head and whispered softly: "Everyone has reported it, and they are deliberately trying to trouble you."
Zhang San clenched his fists, but still held back.
In the evening, he went to the restaurant again for dinner, only to see the boss and Chen Wanhao smoking together.
Seeing Zhang San coming to eat, Chen Wanhao sneered at him and left.
Zhang San ordered a bowl of egg fried rice that cost ten yuan, and then started waiting at his seat.
This is the time to eat. There are many customers in the restaurant, so Zhang San is not in a hurry.
But after waiting for more than half an hour, my egg fried rice still didn't arrive.
Seeing that all the dishes ordered by the guests who came later than him were served, Zhang San thought that the restaurant owner had forgotten it, so he walked to the kitchen door and asked: "Boss, where is the egg fried rice I ordered?"
The boss glared at Zhang San: "You're a credit guy, why are you in such a hurry? Haven't you seen so many customers outside? I'll give you a job after I finish their work."
Zhang San felt very uncomfortable. Although he paid on credit, he didn't refuse to pay. Isn't this a bit too much?
This feeling of being discriminated against for no reason made him feel very uncomfortable.
But he still didn't say anything and sat back down.
After more than half an hour, the guests had almost left, but his egg fried rice was still not served.
Zhang San simply stood up and didn't want to eat.
Just when he was about to leave, the boss came out.
"Don't leave, I'll fire you right away." The boss said loudly.
"No, I won't eat." Zhang San waved his hand.
"What do you mean?" The boss immediately stepped forward to stop Zhang San: "Why are you trying to shame me? Why, you are God, you are awesome, you are amazing, right?"
Zhang San couldn't help it anymore: "I've been waiting for more than an hour and you haven't fired me. Are you going a little too far?"
"Am I going too far?" The boss's veins were also exposed: "How come you get a sense of superiority by taking credit? You don't even give me any money, so why should I give you a job first?
I just felt sorry for you, so I was so kind and allowed you to get ridiculous credit. Why, now that you are full, you are so awesome, and you are starting to make fun of me? What the hell are you! "
Zhang San didn't want to argue with him, so he turned around and was about to leave, but before he could step out, he was grabbed by his boss: "If you want to leave, there's no way. Just give me the money you owe me these days before leaving."
Zhang San turned around: "How much?"
"47 yuan." The boss said loudly.
"I have no money now." Zhang San said: "In this case, I will give it to you when I get my salary tomorrow, okay?"
"Tomorrow, sir, you're going to draw cakes for me. If you run away tomorrow, I'll look for you!" The boss tightened his grip: "If you don't pay me today, don't even think about leaving."
Zhang San suddenly understood that the boss’s accent was also that of Hu Bei, and he was from the same hometown as Chen Wanhao. Chen Wanhao must have instigated him to make things difficult for him now.
Zhang San can only say: "Boss, I thank you for taking care of me these days, but I really have no money now. I, Zhang San, am not a deadbeat. I will not miss you the 47 yuan. I will go find it now." Manager, I’ll give it to you as soon as I get the money.”
"No, I have to give it now." The boss still didn't let go.
"I told you, I have no money." Zhang San was a little angry: "If you want to get these 47 yuan back, let me go now."
"I'll let you go, uncle." The boss not only refused to let go, but even picked up the plastic chair next to him and tried to hit Zhang San. Fortunately, the boss's wife stepped forward and stopped him.
At this time, the door of the restaurant was already crowded with people watching the excitement, and everyone pointed at Zhang San.
Many unreasonable melon-eating people have also turned on the barrage mode.
"Don't eat if you don't have money. What's the point of eating without paying."
"That's right. He didn't even give me 47 yuan. This guy is really thick-skinned."
"A beggar? You're so poor, you can't even afford this little money."
"What do you think a person like this is doing with his life? He's wasting air."
Faced with everyone's accusations, Zhang San was unable to refute, he only felt that his head was in chaos.
He didn't know what hell was before, but at this moment, he knew it.
This fucking society is hell! !
In the end, it was the landlady who pulled the two away, and Zhang San left in despair.
Today's insults are all because of that manager. He obviously has money, but because he didn't give it, he couldn't get the 47 yuan to repay the debt, and was laughed at by these people in public.
Zhang San immediately decided not to wait until tomorrow and go find the manager now.
