Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 818 You Just Play One Less Card

Ye Changqing was surprised. Even a gatekeeper knew that he owed money, probably a lot of it: "Uncle, I'm not asking him for money.

I am his friend.

I have other things to do with him.”

The uncle's face showed a look of understanding: "You guys all said you are not here to collect debts.

The first thing I did when I met Liang Songtao was to collect the debt.

I understand your tactics."

Ye Changqing was speechless, feeling that he had to find a more appropriate reason. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he remembered the excuse he had used when he went to find Chen Xuewen. He smiled and said, "Uncle, I'm really not looking for him to collect the debt. I owe him money. I'm here to pay him back."

The uncle looked at Ye Changqing with a strange look: "More people use this excuse of yours."

Ye Changqing looked embarrassed and had to tell the truth: "Uncle, I really have something to ask him.

Tell me where he is."

The uncle nodded, as if he had known that Ye Changqing would do this: "I can tell you where Liang Songtao is, but I warn you.

No trouble, no fighting.

Otherwise I will call the police immediately."

Ye Changqing smiled and agreed: "Don't worry, I will never fight.

I just wanted to ask him something."

As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it over.

The uncle glanced at the cigarette box and saw the words on it. He was a little surprised: "Oh, these are good cigarettes. Boss, now I believe you are not here to collect the debt."

As he spoke, he took the cigarette with a smile.

Ye Changqing asked: "Uncle, where is Chen Songtao?"

The uncle pointed to a row of two-story mobile houses and said, "See? Those are the rooms.

I just saw Chen Songtao walk by, but I didn't see clearly which house he entered."

Ye Changqing smiled and waved his hand: "Then I will go find him."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The uncle smiled and said, holding a cigarette: "You can ask for the debt, but don't use violence. If you want to use violence, drag him out.

You can't do anything on the construction site.

Even if I don't call the police.

The boss at the construction site is not to be trifled with.”

Ye Changqing finally understood that this person still thought he was here to collect debts. He was too lazy to argue and just waved his hand and walked towards the mobile home.

The ground was covered with dust, as if a two-inch thick layer of dust had been spread on the road.

Every time my feet touched the ground, loose soil covered the soles of my shoes.

There is loose soil under my feet and the sun above my head.

Ye Changqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt even more annoyed.

Qian Cheng followed behind: "Liang Songtao owes so much money, will he sell that copy of the Scripture?"

Ye Changqing frowned and said, "No way, if he sold an antique book, he wouldn't owe so much money."

Qian Cheng was still worried: "Maybe he sold it at a low price... I really can't understand why he owes so much money?

It's probably gambling."

bet?

Ye Changqing felt that it was possible, otherwise he wouldn't have so many people all over the world asking him for debts.

As he spoke, he walked up to the mobile home.

He leaned over the windows of each room and looked inside. He had already found four houses, but they were all empty.

No one.

When I walked towards the fifth mobile house, I heard a crisp collision sound coming from inside.

Ye Changqing knew without even thinking that someone was playing mahjong in the room. When he walked to the door, he found it was ajar and the cool breeze in the room blew out from the gap.

I felt my hot body suddenly cool down a lot.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, then changed his mind and pushed it open.

The cool air in the room mixed with the pungent smell of smoke suddenly rushed out.

Ye Changqing frowned slightly and entered the room, only to see five people in total.

Four people were playing mahjong, one of them had his back bare, and the remaining three were wearing slippers, short sleeves, and had cigarettes in their mouths.

At this time, the four people were busy drawing cards.

There was another person standing next to him, about thirty years old, wearing work clothes and a yellow safety helmet on his head.

He was like a student who had made a mistake and entered the teacher's office, standing in front of the man with a bare back, hesitant and as if asking for something.

On the card table, there was a stack of money in front of each person, and he made a rough estimate.

The most is 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and the least is about 10,000 yuan.

Ye Changqing looked around but couldn't tell who Liang Songtao was.

The bare-backed man picked up a mahjong tile, biting his cigarette butt, and his middle finger groped back and forth on the tile.

He had a serious expression on his face, and the smoke from the cigarette in his mouth lingered on his face and smoked his eyes, causing him to squint.

After pondering it carefully for a while, he finally revealed a look of disappointment and threw the mahjong in his hand into the pile of cards: "Nanfeng!"

After saying that, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and glanced at Ye Changqing.

Then he said to the man wearing a helmet standing next to him: "Why don't you leave?

Can't you see I have a guest?

Get out! "

The man in the hard hat had a miserable expression on his face: “Boss, I haven’t been paid for six months.

I don’t want more either.

Pay me one month’s salary first.”

The bare-backed boss snorted coldly: “Did you fucking listen to me?

You delayed me from playing mahjong, and I lost money. Are you going to compensate me? I have a customer, and I need to discuss business with him. You delayed my engineering project worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Do you deserve it?

The man in the helmet said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "Give me one month's salary, I don't want more, just one month.

If you give me money, I will leave."

The bare-backed boss said angrily:

I've told you countless times, the construction company hasn't paid me for the project, so how can I give you any money?"

The man in the helmet timidly pointed at the money on the table, then quickly withdrew his hand: "Don't you have money?

At least 20,000 or 30,000. My salary is not high, only 7,500.

Give me a month first."

The bare-backed man picked up a bottle of beer next to him and was about to drink it when he suddenly lost his temper after hearing this: "What the hell are you talking about? This is my money, my personal money, not the company's money."

I'll pay for you, what can I play with? You're daydreaming in broad daylight.

roll! "

The man in the helmet also seemed to lose his temper: "You are the boss, aren't the company's money and your money the same?

I work for you, use your money, and pay myself a salary.

Is there anything wrong?

Boss, just play one less hand of cards and give me one month's salary.

My wife said that if I can't get the money back this month, she will divorce me.

Please, I really can’t help it.”

The bare-backed man slowly stood up and yelled at the man in the helmet, "What the hell does your fucking divorce have to do with me?

You need to look for the reasons within yourself. Why do others have money, mistresses, luxury cars, and houses, and have money to eat, drink, gamble, and have sex?

Why does your fucking wife want a divorce?

Why does your wife think you are poor?

The man in the helmet gritted his teeth and said, "Why? Because you don't pay me!

I've been working at the construction site since the Chinese New Year, and it's been half a year, and you haven't paid me a penny.

You are in the room with the air conditioner on, smoking and drinking cold beer. You seem quite comfortable. But do you know how hot it is outside?

I worked up and down under the scorching sun.

I earned my money through hard work, why don’t you give it to me?

You asked me to find the reason, but there’s no need to look for it. The reason is that you don’t pay wages!

If you don’t pay me today, I won’t leave!”