Chapter 26 Semi-finished Products
Zhang Nianzu returned to the repair shop , the door was open, and Old Wu was chatting again. He put the jar on the table, took a deep breath, and said helplessly: "Old man, how did I offend you, huh?"
Even though Zhang Nianzu was not afraid of cold and raw food, he, a young man, felt a chill on his back after carrying such a thing all the way in broad daylight. He thought about it, and finally put the jar respectfully in the corner, found an iron plate and put a steamed bun on it, took Lao Wu's cigarettes, lit three of them, and put them on the plate to pay his respects: "No matter what, you have a good journey, I can't let the wild dogs take you away."
After paying homage to the ashes, Zhang Nianzu began to look through the pile of things left by Liu Yuejin.
They were all a bunch of miscellaneous certificates and receipts: death certificate, cremation certificate, hearse transportation fee, labor handling fee, cremation fee, and receipt for the urn. The end of a life was only exchanged for a pile of papers, and even Zhang Nianzu, who never felt sad about the autumn and the moon, couldn't help but feel absurd.
Then there was the suicide note. Liu Yuejin actually wrote beautiful hard-pen calligraphy. The suicide note was only one page long. The first paragraph succinctly stated that he knew he was dying and asked the government to cremate him after his death. He had never troubled anyone in his life, but this time he had no choice.
The second paragraph succinctly explained some specific matters. Liu Yuejin left behind a small amount of money, and the details of the expenditure of this money were also listed - he did not forget to specifically ask the person in charge to buy two boxes of good cigarettes for the hearse driver and the mover each. His apology was evident on the paper, saying that he had nothing, so everyone should just consider it as a good deed.
The third paragraph finally mentions Zhang Nianzu, saying that the ashes will be kept by Zhang Nianzu. Liu Yuejin stated that he did not know this person, but asked the government to help him with this matter. Below is Zhang Nianzu's address and phone number. Then a note: All the items and money left after his death will be inherited by Zhang Nianzu. A small note on another line: Please have Zhang Nianzu scatter the ashes into the wild river in the suburbs when it is convenient. Signature, handprint.
The tone of the letter is humble and full of the carefreeness of seeing through life and death, but the blank space makes people feel the obvious depression and unwillingness, as if there is something important that has not been completed before his death. Zhang Nianzu actually felt an inexplicable sense of loss and sadness, and regretted that he could not meet the old man in person before he died. Of course, what Zhang Nianzu admired most was the old man's ability to calculate accurately - he could feel it from the fact that there was only 10 yuan left after the business was done.
At this time, Old Wu came back. When he saw Zhang Nianzu, he hurriedly asked, "What does the Public Security Bureau want to see you about?"
Zhang Nianzu asked: "What is the worst outcome you can guess?"
Old Wu asked carefully, "You were sentenced to a few years, and they let you come back to pack your bags?"
Zhang Nianzu said: "It's worse than this."
Old Wu is honest, not mentally retarded. He immediately realized that Zhang Nianzu was joking with him - how could someone be sentenced to several years in prison and then asked to come back to pack his luggage?
"Hurry up, brat!"
"The police comrade handed me something." Zhang Nianzu pointed to the corner of the wall, "It's there."
Old Wu also noticed the corner and the three cigarettes standing upright. He observed for a moment, and his expression gradually became more interesting: "This is..."
Zhang Nianzu said: "Ashes."
Old Wu jumped back in fear and shouted, "You unlucky guy, what's going on?"
Zhang Nianzu sighed and told the whole story.
Old Wu stood far away from the corner and said with a bitter face: "Do you know this old man?"
Zhang Nianzu said, "You didn't listen when I was talking about the key point - this is the key point. I have never even heard of this name before!" He paused and said, "By the way, I also want to ask you, is he my father's old friend?"
Old Wu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Your father and I are childhood friends, but I've never heard of the name Liu Yuejin. Do you have a photo?"
Zhang Nianzu searched hurriedly and finally found a one-inch photo among a pile of papers. It was a recent photo of Liu Yuejin, who was so thin that his face was full of wrinkles.
Old Wu took a look and said, "He has lost a lot of weight. And he is so old. How can he be your father's friend?"
Zhang Nianzu then remembered that there was such a thing as age. He picked up a certificate and calculated based on his birth and death years. Then he looked up in surprise and said, "He's not an old man! Liu Yuejin is only 47 years old this year!"
Old Wu was also surprised and asked, "Why does it look like seventy-four?"
Zhang Nianzu asked, "Could it be that someone made a mistake carelessly?"
"Probably not." Old Wu looked at the photo for a while and said suddenly, "She is indeed not old, but she is too thin. The skin on her face has sagged."
Zhang Nianzu lamented, "You said I am just sitting at home and waiting for disaster to come from the sky, right?"
Old Wu also lit up three cigarettes and walked forward to pay his respects, saying, "Since you have accepted the things, just do it according to his wishes. It will be a good thing."
Zhang Nianzu hummed, a little absent-minded.
After the matter was settled, there were some questions that he couldn't help but think about: First, if this Liu Yuejin was the Liu Yuejin that Zhao Meier had mentioned, then why was he living such a miserable life? A billionaire, even if he hired a supermodel to sweep the toilet and bathed in foreign liquor every day, would only have a small amount of money, so how could he only have four-digit savings (because he had his funeral, so in the end, only two-digit was left)? The second point was also the most puzzling one: why did he come to him?
Zhang Nianzu felt like there was an itch on his body, but he couldn't scratch it. He and Liu Yuejin were connected by a thin thread, but he had no idea where the other end of the thread was. He was hesitating whether to tell Zhao Weiming about this.
However, some people can't stand the nagging. When Zhang Nianzu was thinking about where to dispose of Liu Yuejin's ashes, Zhao Weiming rushed in breathlessly and asked anxiously: "Where is the car?"
A lazy voice said, "No need to hide--" As the voice was spoken, a yellow-faced man followed Zhao Weiming in, and behind him there were five or six strong men, who seemed to be his younger brothers, and these strong men were the thugs who chased Zhao Weiming to collect gambling debts last time.
Zhang Nianzu then understood Zhao Weiming's purpose in looking for the car - he had tasted the sweetness and wanted to continue hiding in the trunk. The Ford car had been repaired long ago and was not in the shop. Zhang Nianzu couldn't help but look at the yellow-faced man again.
This man is not tall, but you can tell at a glance that he is a tough guy - there is a large piece missing from the upper part of his left ear, his left shoulder is drooping, probably because he was seriously injured in his early years, and his left hand has no little finger, and the edge of the palm behind the little finger is also missing. This man looks like Guan Yu was riding on a galloping Red Hare and slashed the left half of his body with a knife, and then he escaped death - to be more precise, this is a "semi-finished" product, and the appearance is intimidating.
Seeing that there was no place to hide, Zhao Weiming forced a smile and said, "Brother Jiutong, what a coincidence?"
The man called Jiutong said coldly: "Why are you pretending? Do you know why I came to you?"
Zhao Weiming laughed and said, "I think you are probably inviting me to your place to play. I am not doing well financially right now. I will look for you later..."
Jiutong said, "Stop talking nonsense. My brothers have conveyed my words, right? You owe me a total of 522,800 yuan. Gambling debts are also debts, right? I said I would give you a week to raise the money, and now it's almost a month, right?"
Zhao Weiming could only nod and say, "Yes."
Jiutong said: "Are the numbers I mentioned correct?"
Zhao Weiming said: "Yes."
"It's been such a long time, I haven't asked you for a penny of interest, right?"
Zhao Weiming smiled apologetically and said, "Brother Jiutong is a righteous man."
Jiu Tong snorted and said, "I am righteous but you are not. You must give me an explanation today. Do you want to pay me back or pay with your body?"
Zhao Weiming said happily: "Can I use my body to pay for it? Tell me, which rich woman can I deal with?"
Jiu Tong chuckled and said, "You wish - one finger is five thousand, one toe is three thousand, the heart, liver and lungs are thirty thousand each, and the kidneys are thirty-five thousand. I'll cut off whatever you don't want, and we'll settle it all in the end."
