บท 53: Short on Money

Zhang Biao staggered from the beating and almost fell down. Bei Xiaoshuai didn't give up, stepped forward and grabbed his arm that was still in plaster, pulled out an ax from behind and said, " Son of a bitch, don't see me! " Blood, you are dishonest."

"Brother, don't do anything, I'm telling the truth." Zhang Biao knelt on the ground and covered his head, shouting like killing a pig.

"Tell me! Where did the convoy go?" Bei Xiaoshuai pointed an ax at Zhang Biao's head and asked.

"These two cars are indeed my cars. I bought a second-hand Dongfeng from someone for 12,000 yuan last year. It was like this when I bought it." Zhang Biao said with a sad face.

"Still talking nonsense!" Bei Xiaoshuai raised his axe.

"Xiaoshuai, wait, let him talk." Liu Ziguang, who was smoking at the side, suddenly stopped Bei Xiaoshuai's movements.

"Thank you, brother." Zhang Biao cast a grateful look, and continued: " Generally, those who do earthwork business do not use their own cars. They are worn out and cannot come. The traffic police, city management, and road administration are very strict. I used my car to work at night, and there were seven or eight cars working with me, but when something happened to me, they all ran away."

Liu Ziguang nodded and said, "Okay, that's another matter, which construction site do you usually do earthwork for, and introduce it to me if it has anything to do with it."

Zhang Biao replied with a sad face: "It doesn't matter, just take people to block the gate of the construction site and force them to work. If you encounter hard stubble, let them beat you. If you are lucky, you will do it." Cannons are all small fights, hard money."

This point Zhang Biao is telling the truth. The earthwork has no technical content. It is purely an industry monopolized by the underworld. Whoever is more powerful will have more jobs. There is no trick to tell. Zhang Biao is just a low-level gangster in the urban-rural fringe , have mixed up to the point of playing fairy dance, there should be no serious relationship.

"You said these two cars are yours, but where are the keys?" Liu Ziguang asked again.

"Here, I take them with me." Trembling, Zhang Biao took out two keys from his pocket and handed them to Liu Ziguang.

Liu Ziguang casually tossed it to Bei Xiaoshuai: "Go up and try, can you hit it?"

Bei Xiaoshuai climbed into the driver's cab, plugged in the key, and started the ignition. The machine was beeping for a long time, and finally it started to move a little, but the other car couldn't start anyway.

"I haven't moved it for a while, and the battery has run out of power." Zhang Biao explained anxiously.

"Zhang Biao, I will accept these two cars first. If I find out that you dare to play tricks, I will take off one of your legs and get lost!"

As soon as Liu Ziguang spoke, Zhang Biao got up and ran as if he had been pardoned. Bei Xiaoshuai jumped out of the car, looked at Zhang Biao's fleeing figure and said, "Are these two cars enough?"

"Enough, our advantage is not in vehicles, but in supply." Liu Ziguang said confidently.

He called Ma Chao and brought a truck battery, installed it and connected it to the wires, and it really caught fire when the ignition was turned on. Ma Chao checked the condition of the car and commented: " It's too hard to use. The lifespan has long been reached, but it can barely run, and the short-distance transportation is okay, but the long-distance travel will definitely be a nest."

"Short distances are fine, anyway, it's a car." Liu Ziguang was quite satisfied, and looked at his spoils with a smile.

...

In the following days, Wang Zhijun returned to his hometown to go through the contracting procedures for the battlefield, and Liu Ziguang contacted buyers in the city. Now is the time when the real estate market is booming. Several residential areas in the city are under construction, and there are more than a dozen large and small The construction site was under construction, and Liu Ziguang printed a box of business cards, claiming to be the marketing manager of Nantai River Sand Development Co., Ltd., and went around with a bunch of samples to ask people if they wanted river sand.

The quality of river sand in Dahe Township, Nantai County is well-known. The water quality of Dasha River is clear, without industrial pollution. The sand has low mud content, hard texture, and clear color. It is a high-quality building material . The project managers of the units all said that as much as you want, the price is easy to negotiate, and it is based on the market price, and the price for one party is 100 yuan.

One cubic meter is one hundred yuan! According to textual research, the river sand resource in Zhuwangzhuang is about 15 million cubic meters, and it is increasing at a rate of 500,000 cubic meters per year. What a huge fortune this is!

The two broken trucks were taken to Ma Chao's auto repair shop to be cleaned up again, the engine was cleaned, the oil circuit was overhauled, the glass was polished, and the paint was repainted. After the repair, they still looked like scrap iron.

Now Liu Ziguang is well-known on the road, and Ma Chao's status in the factory is also increasing by virtue of his connections. He has been promoted from a small car wash worker to a maintenance master, and it is only a matter of asking for leave.

After Wang Zhijun's battlefield formalities were completed, he rented a few cement boats, loaded with river sand, drove from the Dasha River into the Huaijiang River, and arrived at Jiangbei City by water, and then switched to short-distance transportation by car to various construction sites. Give money, and from then on, the money will roll in, and you will have everything from a house to a luxury car. How wonderful life is.

Thinking happily, Liu Ziguang rode his bicycle back home. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw the neighbors gathered around his door and praised him. A huge cardboard box was opened and thrown aside. A large 52-inch LCD TV In the center, the parents stood beside them with happy smiles, talking non-stop, this is the filial piety bought by the son with the bonus.

My son won the good citizen award and the bonus from the head office. The total amount is 10,000 yuan, 10,000 yuan! My mother worked as a cleaner for a whole year and didn't have this amount. How can I not make the two elders happy.

Seeing Liu Ziguang came back, the neighbors praised him for his promise, and asked when the last TV show would be released. Liu Ziguang politely chatted with the neighbors, and offered them cigarettes.

"Xiaoguang, it's going to be cold. Let's add some heating equipment to the house. Your parents are not in good health, so you can't freeze." The person who spoke was Deng Yunfeng, an old neighbor in the courtyard, who was ten years older than Liu Ziguang. Worked as an electrician at Hongqi Machinery Factory.

"Well, I have this plan. When I get paid, I will buy a large air conditioner, at least 50 cabinets." Liu Ziguang said.

"That's not okay. The wires in our compound were laid in the 1980s, and they are old. It's okay to turn on a light and watch TV, but it's hard to use a microwave oven. The 50-cabinet machine must not be able to carry it. It can't be fixed. We have to burn the wires." Deng Yunfeng is an electrician after all, so he said it clearly.

"Is there any way?" Liu Ziguang asked.

"It's easy to do, but it's a little troublesome. You buy a bundle of six square meters of wires, and I'll run the wires for you, and then replace the electric meter. You can use any electrical appliances with a smile."

"That's great, thank you in advance, Brother Deng." Carrying the big LCD TV into the house, both parents sighed that it was too big and they were not used to it, it felt like a movie, but after all, I was still happy , The original old TV is covered with a cover and placed in the bedroom when it is changed to a bigger house in the future.

During dinner, his father persuaded Liu Ziguang earnestly: "Xiaoguang, now that you have enough money, you can't spend money recklessly. You still want to buy a house and get married. If you can save one, it's your filial piety. Your mother and I won't talk about it, but don't buy air conditioners or anything like that, it's not warm enough because of the electricity consumption, it's far worse than a briquette stove."

My mother also chimed in: "That's right, the housing price is so high now. In the Hongqi community near us, the old houses in 1996 cost four thousand per square meter. When you buy a new house in the future, even if you buy a smaller one, you have to pay for it." Five or six hundred thousand, your dad and I are used to frugality, and the money is saved for your marriage, son, listen to your dad, don't buy anything."

Liu Ziguang chuckled: "Understood, I won't spend money recklessly in the future."

The father was very satisfied with his son's attitude, and asked again: "How is the matter between you and Xiao Fang? Xiao Fang is a good boy, you can't bully him."

The mother interjected, "If you can make an order, do so quickly. There will be no more shops after this village. Your father and I are waiting to hold our grandson."

Liu Ziguang said: "There is no need to rush this matter. Nurse Fang is only old this year, and she is not yet of the legal age for marriage."

"Ah" Mom and Dad looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't expect Fang Fei to be so small and the gap between the two of them was so big. Can the woman's family agree?

...

Early the next morning, Wang Zhijun called from the countryside, saying that the formalities were almost completed, and the flat-bottomed boat had been contacted, but Zhu's family sent the dredger, river sand dryer, and sorting machine, etc. necessary for the lawsuit. All the machines were sold, and the skilled workers were disbanded. If they wanted to start working again, they would have to pay a fee.

You need money to get married and buy a house, you need money to improve your parents' living conditions, you need money to pay living expenses for Bei Xiaoshuai and other guys, you need money to repair cars and buy gasoline, you need money to build Wang Zhijun's house, and the hairy boy's mother needs cancer treatment. Chemotherapy also needs money, and now it is the battlefield that needs money to buy equipment.

Liu Ziguang was filled with emotions, and calculated how much cash he had left. The 120,000 yuan he collected from Zhang Biao and the fat man, and the 100,000 yuan from the sale of Ma Liu, plus his own salary and bonus, there are about 200,000 yuan in a mess. , but Wang Zhijun's family used half of it to build the house, and the hairy boy's mother spent another 60,000 yuan on medical treatment, helping brothers to pay for medical expenses, drinking and entertaining to reward brothers, repairing vehicles and purchasing home appliances, basically all of this money was spent , Looking through the pockets, there are only a few hundred yuan.

Although it is still in business, it makes a little money every day, but it is just a drop in the bucket, and it is of no use. Renting dredgers, buying equipment and machines, renting transport ships, dump trucks, and workers' wages are all huge expenses. .

Thinking of these, Liu Ziguang felt a headache. money! money! money! Without this thing, nothing can be done.