Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 1236 The Fat Guy and the 1.8-meter-tall Man

"302, has your money arrived yet? You owe me three days' worth of debts," the hotel clerk called out as Zhang Fu entered.

Zhang Fu's face burned with embarrassment. He waved his hand and said, "Right away. I just checked, it hasn't arrived yet. The post office isn't under my jurisdiction, so there's nothing I can do if it's slow. Don't worry, it won't be late."

The waiter gave Zhang Fu a look with the typical Shanghainese gaze, and then the women started chattering and denouncing the post office.

These days, post office remittances are indeed inefficient. Actually, they're preparing to open a savings account; if the money is delayed by a few days, they'll receive more money.

Although this had nothing to do with Zhang Fu, because no one actually sent him any money.

Zhang Fu opened the door and went inside. He touched the shirt that was hanging out to dry; it was still damp. It seemed like the clothes just wouldn't dry over here.

I changed out of my clothes and felt a musty smell mixed with a bit of sweaty sourness.

He collapsed onto the damp bed and let out a long sigh. Exhausted, Zhang Fu closed his eyes. Money, what to do?

A surge of anger welled up inside him, burning him to the core.

There was nothing in the room except a bed. The bathroom was outside, and the TV was also outside. There was only one TV in the whole hotel, so you had to go to the lobby to watch it.

Fortunately, this is a state-owned enterprise; if it were privately owned, Zhang Fu would have been kicked out long ago.

Lost in a daze, not quite sure what he was thinking, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Fu sat up and asked, "Who is it?"

"Xiao Zhang." A voice called from outside the door. Zhang Fu recognized the voice as Sister He, the manager of the hotel, and went to open the door.

"Xiao Zhang, did you get your money back?" Sister He was a plump middle-aged woman, not very tall, with bright eyes.

Zhang Fu shook his head: "No. That boss is always hiding and never shows his face."

Sister He said, "Those two people living in 307 are from Northeast China. It seems they do this kind of work, like collecting debts and money for people. They often stay here. If you don't know what to do, go ask them. You're all from Northeast China, so they should be easy to talk to."

Zhang Fuxin hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, thank you, Sister He. I'll go ask over there."

Sister He waved her hand: "It's nothing, it wasn't easy for anyone to come here. You're not that old, but you're so anxious and stressed all the time. If you really wanted to come out, you could have given them some money, it would have been better than dragging this out like this, don't you think?"

Zhang Fu nodded, and Sister He said, "307," pointed in that direction, and turned to leave.

Zhang Fu stood there for a moment, gritted his teeth, took the key, closed the door, and walked to the back.

307 is at the back. You have to go through the lobby, turn to the other side, and walk a bit further in. There are exterior windows here, so you can see the scenery outside and get ventilation. It costs a few dozen yuan more per day than the room with the interior window where Zhang Fu lives.

The door to room 307 was ajar, and several men were talking inside. Zhang Fu listened for a moment and realized they were indeed from Northeast China.

I walked over and gently knocked on the door. The person next to the door opened it and looked over: "Who are you looking for? What's up?"

Zhang Fu felt a little flustered, but he forced himself to go inside. There were three people in the room. The one who opened the door was chubby and somewhat handsome, half-lying on the bed. The other two were sitting inside. One was over 1.8 meters tall with a fierce look, and the other was not. He looked ordinary and had a buzz cut.

"Brother, can you help people collect debts?" Zhang Fu asked the chubby man who was half-lying on the bed.

Who owes you money? How much?

"There's a company right next door, worth 150,000."

"I thought it would be more, around 100,000 or so. This is just a small amount. We'll get it back for you right away. We specialize in this kind of thing. Can you find our company?"

"Yes, it's right here."

The tall guy, who's about 1.8 meters, asked, "What's the price?"

Zhang Fu said, "Payment for goods. That was a scam company, all about franchising and stuff, and we all fell for it. Now a lot of people are coming back to return the goods and ask for their money back."

The chubby man lit a Zhonghua cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring: "You're obviously inexperienced. There are tons of scam companies around here, specifically targeting people like you with little social experience. Okay, leave this to us, I'll handle it for you. We're from the same hometown, so I won't ask for much. Just give me ten thousand yuan when we get the money back."

The man who was 1.8 meters tall asked, "Didn't you talk to him? What did you say?"

Zhang Fu said, "At first, they wouldn't give a refund. Later, they said that since we wanted a refund voluntarily, it had nothing to do with their company, so they could only refund half. They would only give us 75,000 yuan back out of the 150,000 yuan, and I would have to transport the goods to Shanghai myself. Who could do that?"

The big guy glanced at the chubby white man on the bed and then remained silent.

Zhang Fu asked, "Brothers, where are you from? I'm from Fengtian."

The chubby guy said, "We're from Heilongjiang, SYS, ever heard of us?"

Zhang Fu shook his head: "I haven't been out much, but my brother would definitely know. He runs a big business in Fengtian."

The chubby man glanced at Zhang Fu and said, "Alright, just let me know when you're planning to go get it."

Zhang Fu said, "Thanks, brother. I'm counting on you guys."

The chubby guy smiled at the two over there and said, "Okay, no problem." The tall guy smiled and smoothed his hair.

Zhang Fu turned and came out of the room, feeling a sense of relief. However, the pressure from these people was still quite significant.

Around 10 o'clock, Zhang Fu went to room 307 to call for people. Only the chubby guy and the 1.8-meter-tall guy were there. The two of them put on their clothes and followed Zhang Fu out of the hotel. They walked all the way to the Zhongyi Building and took the elevator upstairs.

"Just say I'm your brother's friend, and your brother asked us to help you get the money back, understand?" the chubby man instructed, and Zhang Fu nodded.

The man, who was 1.8 meters tall, pulled a small folding knife out of his pocket and said, "Collecting debts is the easiest thing. See this knife? Hold it in your hand, with the tip sticking out a centimeter, and stab it into your leg. It will hurt, but it won't cause any serious harm. After ten or so stabs, you'll have everything you need, and you'll have to cough up all the money."

The chubby man watched the elevator countdown and said, "There's no need for that here. People in Shanghai are timid; a little scare is enough."

Upon reaching the sixteenth floor, the Jiuyi Company sign is right outside the elevator, and the main entrance is on the left.

To Zhang Fu's surprise, a dark-skinned, overweight security guard stood at the entrance. He glanced at Zhang Fu and his companion and asked, "Going on business?"

Zhang Fu nodded: "Get it done."

The security guard sized up the three people: "Don't cause trouble."

The chubby man said, "How dare you talk like that? Who are you calling a troublemaker? You little security guard, just stay home and guard the gate. You're such a chatterbox."

The security guard glanced at the chubby man but didn't say anything. The three of them went into the company.

Boss Li and Boss Liu are here, along with two others who came to collect their money. They're sitting at the conference table inside, accompanied by Jiu Yi's vice president, who's holding a notebook. It's a notebook, the kind used for writing.

Zhang Fu glanced inside; the door to the general manager's office was open, but he didn't see anyone.

The vice president, also a fat man wearing glasses, glanced at Zhang Fu and the others before turning back and saying, "That's the situation. If you want a refund, this is the condition: half the money will be refunded, and we'll reimburse you for some travel expenses as a token of the company's appreciation."

"The company also has various expenses, and if we spend them and can't get them back, the company can't bear the loss if you voluntarily ask for a refund. Right?" He then glanced back at Zhang Fu and the other two, sizing up the chubby guy and the 1.8-meter-tall man.

Boss Li raised his hand to greet Zhang Fu: "Mr. Zhang, please have a seat here. And who are these two?"

Zhang Fu said, "They are my brother's friends. My brother asked them to help me with something."

The three sat down. The vice president glanced at Zhang Fu, closed his notebook, and said, "That's the situation. Think about it. If it's acceptable, we'll come this afternoon to sign the agreement and give you a refund. President Song will come over this afternoon to handle it for you personally."

(End of this chapter)