Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 181 As expected

Sang Xiaoyu locked herself in the room for more than two hours, and she was listless when she came out. She didn't want to do anything, so she got into the car she just bought and asked Xiao Zhao to take her home.

When Sang Xiaoyu got in the car, he rolled the window halfway, and the wind blew in through the window, and the traffic on the street was full of traffic, and the sound like a tide rushed in.

Xiao Zhao was driving the car intently, he didn't know what happened, seeing Sang Xiaoyu leaning against the window was very tired.

"What's the matter, Director Sang?"

Xiao Zhao asked softly.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to say anything, she didn't want to talk and closed her eyes to rest her mind, but in fact her heart was already suspended, and she felt that there was no way out.

At the door of the house, Sang Xiaoyu asked Xiao Zhao to go back by herself, she said to think about things in the car.

Sang Xiaoyu has already taken the book.

Xiao Zhao's mission has also become dispensable, he is almost engaged in transportation now.

Only when she was in a bad mood or the road was in rush hour, would she let Xiao Zhao see her off.

Xiao Zhao got out of the car, Sang Xiaoyu changed seats to catch up with him, and opened the car window to send him home first, she couldn't concentrate now, it was only when Xiao Zhao got out of the car that she realized that his home was really far away.

Xiao Zhao saw that she was in a bad mood, so he found an excuse that a classmate happened to invite him to dinner, so Sang Xiaoyu kicked the accelerator and drove the car out.

Sang Xiaoyu went to the middle section of the most famous Lanjiang River in Meilanjiang.

Sang Xiaoyu found a secluded place, opened the car door and got out of the car.

At this time, the wind danced vigorously in the air, and the dust danced lonely in the sunset light. Sang Xiaoyu couldn't help but got back into the car again.

She couldn't concentrate on anything, turned on the stereo, and a violin piece came out, and Sang Xiaoyu sat on the steering wheel in a daze.

In the evening, Sang Xiaoyu dragged his exhausted body back home.

Neither the mother nor the son were at home. The mother left a note for herself, saying that she had gone to eat with Uncle Wang, and the child was also there. She would bring her some food later.

Mother and Uncle Wang are getting married.

Sang Xiaoyu has long seen her mother's feelings for Uncle Wang.

She had communicated with Uncle Wang earlier, mainly because she was afraid that his sons and daughters would block her.

Uncle Wang is willing, and mother is even more so.

Uncle Wang is also in this building, on the third floor of another unit.

Both mother and Uncle Wang had this wish, so Sang Xiaoyu called his daughter who was abroad.

Things went surprisingly smoothly. The daughter said that she and her elder brother had been abroad all year round, and the care of her father must have been delayed. If she really married Aunt Sang, they would be relieved.

Sang Xiaoyu knew that her mother had suffered a lot for herself, and she wanted to hold a wedding to make her mother happy, but her mother insisted on refusing, saying that she was already at this age, and she would be done with getting a certificate, and she didn’t want anything at the ceremony. thing.

Sang Xiaoyu still chose a day, saying that no matter what, everyone should get together.

Whether women are in their seventies or eighties, or girls in Huaichun, they are all the same when it comes to love. Sang Xiaoyu found that her mother cared more and more for Uncle Wang, and she was a little cold towards herself.

Looking at the calendar, there is less than a month left, which is the good day she has set, and she feels that no matter what happens, she must cheer up to deal with everything.

Sang Xiaoyu was hungry, so she had to cook a bowl of noodles. Sang Xiaoyu didn't even have the heart to eat on the small table, so she stood directly beside the small pot and ate with chopsticks.

She opened a bag of pickles and finished eating the noodles in less than 5 minutes, then poured out the water in the small pot, and didn't even bother to brush it.

Good things don't go out, bad things go a long way.

The news of 50 quickly spread throughout the seasoning factory.

During the three days, people were panic-stricken, as if the 50 was all related to themselves, and during these three days, Sang Xiaoyu was also dejected and unable to cheer up.

Originally, she wanted to find Jiang Chunhui, but when she thought of what Wang Ximo said about him, she felt that she had found it, that she had already done it, and could only let him scold her.

Three days, today is Monday.

Sang Xiaoyu called Wang Ximo immediately, and the phone was turned off as she thought.

Sang Xiaoyu had been prepared for a long time. Apart from being disappointed with Wang Ximo, she was also disappointed with herself. She didn't understand why her life was always associated with debts.

She thought of everything Sister Wei had said, and knew that apart from being outspoken, she really thought of herself. If she had listened to her persuasion...

Sang Xiaoyu hurriedly asked Xiao Zhao to drive to Wang Ximo's company. The company was already empty, and several people, like her, came to ask for debts.

Several people also said that the project is true, but it is even more true now that Wang Ximo has run away.

Sang Xiaoyu came to the building mentioned in his IOU again, and as soon as he inquired about the property, the house was sold three months ago...

In the end, Wang Ximo still lied to Sang Xiaoyu. As for whether he was the one who took the initiative or the company behind him, it is meaningless to pursue it.

Sang Xiaoyu wondered in dismay, whether he had encountered the crisis four years ago again.

Coming out of Wang Ximo's place, Sang Xiaoyu felt that there was no way to go to the sky, and there was no way to go to the earth.

Xiao Zhao accompanied her quietly, not daring to persuade her with a word.

All the people in the seasoning factory waited for Sang Xiaoyu disappointedly, because today is the day of salary.

Several of the workers were old workers who had gone through a period of no wages. When they looked at Sang Xiaoyu now, they were all worried about themselves.

For some reason, the soy sauce factory also got the news and came to ask for the payment immediately. If the 8 yuan is not paid, they will stop supplying.

Sang Xiaoyu said all the good words, and said that everything will be fine at this stage.

But the soy sauce factory is firm.

The sales director who used to deal with Sang Xiaoyu now has no good attitude towards Sang Xiaoyu, and said that if the 8 yuan is not paid back as soon as possible, they may go to court to sue.

Sang Xiaoyu was in trouble both at home and abroad, so she had no choice but to use her good relationship to go to the bank countless times, begging her grandpa to sue her grandma, and finally took out a small loan with the property as a mortgage.

I borrowed 20 yuan, cleaned up the periphery, and then financed the workers.

20 is like a glass of water thrown into the river, without even a splash.

The wages were in arrears for nearly ten days.

The workers seemed listless. People seemed to have just had a good life, and then suddenly returned to the pre-liberation period. Their enthusiasm disappeared. Even when they saw Sang Xiaoyu in the factory, they no longer greeted Sang Xiaoyu affectionately.

Among all the crowd, there was one person who shot sharp arrows in her eyes when she looked at Sang Xiaoyu again, and she was Fei Jiani.

Fei Jiani had mixed feelings, both puzzled and sneered.

Fei Jiani has been uneasy since the first day she entered the seasoning factory.

She just wanted to show Sang Xiaoyu some color. She had been looking for opportunities, but Sang Xiaoyu was sincere to her. She was not a bad woman after all, and she never had the chance to do anything.

(End of this chapter)