NOVEL NEXT Rebirth 1994: Starting from laid-off workers
Chapter 4 Are you planning to blackmail the hospital?
Ye Xiumei saw his frown and expression of pain, and thought it was an injury. Her heart softened and she urged, "Eat quickly. I'm going to pray today. I'll take you to the hospital to have your head checked later. Don't get hurt!"
Zhang Jiaqiang knew that he was fine. He was about to shake his head and refuse, but suddenly there was a burst of lightning and thunder in his mind, as if he had captured something.
Next Monday, something big will happen in the factory...
You can take this opportunity to get some money as start-up capital.
After getting the money, an injection molding production line in the factory that had been idle for many years could just be contracted!
The more Zhang Jiaqiang thought about it, the more excited he became. After finishing the noodles in a few mouthfuls, he hurriedly found a few toothpaste rinds.
Today's toothpaste is packaged in lead like shoe polish. A few years later, lead poisoning caused a large number of teenagers to suffer from ADHD, so it was changed to a more hygienic and safer aluminum-plastic tube.
Ordinary families have the habit of keeping rags. They are reluctant to throw away any waste paper, wine bottles, toothpaste peels, orange peels, and even chicken feathers and chicken gizzards.
These should be saved for the rag collector, who can sell them for a few cents or exchange them for a few fruit candies for children.
This is the helplessness of the poor!
After scraping off the paint on the toothpaste skin with scissors, he turned around and hurried out the door.
This simple building in the dormitory is imitating the style of Big Brother in the 60s and [-]s.
The rooms of the six households on the first floor are not large. The toilets and running water are shared, and even the kitchen of each house is in the corridor.
Ye Xiumei thought that his injury had recurred, and hurriedly followed him out, only to see that he had come back from the faucet, swinging water.
"What are you fussing over?"
Zhang Jiaqiang took her hand and entered the door, "Help, put tape on the back of my head!"
"Huh?" Ye Xiumei groaned in her heart and put toothpaste on her head. This is really a disease. Why am I so miserable!
Zhang Jiaqiang cut the cleaned toothpaste skin into fingernail-sized discs and thin strips, measured it on the back of his head, and then trimmed the shape.
"Hey, wife, please push my hair away from the back and place it on the back of my head. Part it evenly!"
"Who is your wife? Don't call me that in the future, hum!"
Ye Xiumei hadn't fully accepted him yet, and was immediately ashamed and angry, but she still helped him stick it.
Zhang Jiaqiang took a look in the mirror of the large cabinet. His long hair completely covered the lead.
He was very satisfied, then took off those things and put them in his pocket, waved his hand and said, "Go to the hospital, wife!"
"I told you not to call me wife!"
"Good wife!"
"asshole!"
"Honey, I'm a bastard!"
The two went downstairs, rode their bicycles and went straight to the municipal hospital near their home.
After waiting in line for registration for a long time, it was finally their turn.
At this moment, Zhang Jiaqiang's eyes began to wander, his mouth was crooked, his speech was even more slurred, and he sometimes trembled as if he was electrocuted.
The doctor put on the glasses and looked at them for a long time, told them that it was not caused by trauma, and ordered them to take X-rays.
After paying the fee, Zhang Jiaqiang immediately returned to normal, took Ye Xiumei to find a deserted corner, took out the pieces of lead sheets, and said in a low voice.
"Come on, honey, stick it on for me again, don't make the wrong position!"
This time, Ye Xiumei didn't care about the word wife. She was full of doubts in her heart, "What on earth are you going to do? This is a hospital. Don't mess around!"
"I'll stick to you if I ask you to, dear wife, hurry up while there's no one around!"
Ye Xiumei was afraid that he would get sick again, so she took care of it as required.
Zhang Jiaqiang touched it with satisfaction and then walked into the radiology department.
Half an hour later, he walked out of the hospital satisfied with the diagnosis certificate and medical records of the brain tumor.
Ye Xiumei didn't know what was going on, thinking that he really had a terminal illness and that his time was running out. Instead of feeling relaxed, his heart felt like a stone was weighing on him.
I am about to become a widow at a young age. Wouldn’t I become what people call a widower?
This God was so unfair. Thinking of this, she started sobbing again.
Zhang Jiaqiang bent down to open the bicycle lock at the parking lot. When he saw this scene, he felt soft and decided to tell her the truth.
"My silly wife, your husband can't die. X-rays can't penetrate the lead. The films taken show highly dense shadows. The doctor misdiagnosed him as a brain tumor!"
Ye Xiumei almost threw the car away, her face full of surprise and panic.
"What kind of trouble are you trying to make? What kind of brain tumor are you trying to get? Are you trying to trick someone else's hospital?"
Zhang Jiaqiang rolled his eyes, "What are you saying? Am I that kind of person? How could I blackmail the hospital? I plan to blackmail our factory..."
"Pfft, this is different. Let me tell you Zhang Jiaqiang, our two families are honest and innocent families. We will never do anything illegal!"
The reason why Zhang Jiaqiang is like this is because the factory will announce a list of laid-off personnel next Monday.
And he is in it!
In the 70s, people went to the countryside, and in the 80s, they went to the sea. Now the term laid-off has become a sad feeling throughout the 90s.
Originally, the superiors provided part of the buyout compensation, but the money was misappropriated by the factory for other purposes.
Until five years later, when the factory closed down and was auctioned, the money was still not available.
So Zhang Jiaqiang got a fake terminal illness diagnosis certificate and planned to blackmail the factory director and get compensation and unpaid wages in advance.
With this money, his follow-up plan can begin!
But now he couldn't explain to her that he knew about the layoff in advance. Zhang Jiaqiang pushed the car, freed his hands and gently grabbed her shoulders, and said solemnly.
"I won't break the law. I just want to use the terminal illness diagnosis certificate to get back the salary arrears to improve my life. You are still wearing work clothes on a hot day. You don't have money to go home when you get married. I can't even give you some gold. I'm a The seven-foot man feels very sorry!"
Ye Xiumei never dreamed that he could say such words, and a wave of heat flowed through her heart. She was touched, relieved, surprised, and worried, all of which could be described as a mixed bag of emotions.
"Well, then you can't go too far, just get your salary back!"
Zhang Jiaqiang said with a playful smile, "Okay, I will listen to my wife!"
Ye Xiumei suddenly asked, "You bastard, you used to act stupid just to trick me into marrying you?"
Zhang Jiaqiang immediately pretended to be crooked and said, "Honey, I am a fool. I am your silly husband. Come and let me hug you!"
Those who are in love these days don't dare to hold hands in front of others. His words made Ye Xiumei so embarrassed that she almost found a crack in the ground and crawled in.
"Get out, get out, you bastard, I'm going home first!" She was really afraid that this guy would take action, so she hurriedly got on the bicycle with her face red and her legs turned red.
Today is a big week, and the streets are very busy with cars and people.
In the past, we had one day off every week, but from this year onwards, we have implemented a system of large and small prayers.
With two days off every other week, ordinary people have more free time, and the business, leisure, and entertainment industries have begun to flourish as a result.
Zhang Jiaqiang plans to let his wife go shopping with him to find the feeling of falling in love.
But she was wearing heavy work clothes, and it was July, the hottest month, and it was really hard under the sun, so I had to accompany her home first.
Zhang Jiaqiang knew that he was fine. He was about to shake his head and refuse, but suddenly there was a burst of lightning and thunder in his mind, as if he had captured something.
Next Monday, something big will happen in the factory...
You can take this opportunity to get some money as start-up capital.
After getting the money, an injection molding production line in the factory that had been idle for many years could just be contracted!
The more Zhang Jiaqiang thought about it, the more excited he became. After finishing the noodles in a few mouthfuls, he hurriedly found a few toothpaste rinds.
Today's toothpaste is packaged in lead like shoe polish. A few years later, lead poisoning caused a large number of teenagers to suffer from ADHD, so it was changed to a more hygienic and safer aluminum-plastic tube.
Ordinary families have the habit of keeping rags. They are reluctant to throw away any waste paper, wine bottles, toothpaste peels, orange peels, and even chicken feathers and chicken gizzards.
These should be saved for the rag collector, who can sell them for a few cents or exchange them for a few fruit candies for children.
This is the helplessness of the poor!
After scraping off the paint on the toothpaste skin with scissors, he turned around and hurried out the door.
This simple building in the dormitory is imitating the style of Big Brother in the 60s and [-]s.
The rooms of the six households on the first floor are not large. The toilets and running water are shared, and even the kitchen of each house is in the corridor.
Ye Xiumei thought that his injury had recurred, and hurriedly followed him out, only to see that he had come back from the faucet, swinging water.
"What are you fussing over?"
Zhang Jiaqiang took her hand and entered the door, "Help, put tape on the back of my head!"
"Huh?" Ye Xiumei groaned in her heart and put toothpaste on her head. This is really a disease. Why am I so miserable!
Zhang Jiaqiang cut the cleaned toothpaste skin into fingernail-sized discs and thin strips, measured it on the back of his head, and then trimmed the shape.
"Hey, wife, please push my hair away from the back and place it on the back of my head. Part it evenly!"
"Who is your wife? Don't call me that in the future, hum!"
Ye Xiumei hadn't fully accepted him yet, and was immediately ashamed and angry, but she still helped him stick it.
Zhang Jiaqiang took a look in the mirror of the large cabinet. His long hair completely covered the lead.
He was very satisfied, then took off those things and put them in his pocket, waved his hand and said, "Go to the hospital, wife!"
"I told you not to call me wife!"
"Good wife!"
"asshole!"
"Honey, I'm a bastard!"
The two went downstairs, rode their bicycles and went straight to the municipal hospital near their home.
After waiting in line for registration for a long time, it was finally their turn.
At this moment, Zhang Jiaqiang's eyes began to wander, his mouth was crooked, his speech was even more slurred, and he sometimes trembled as if he was electrocuted.
The doctor put on the glasses and looked at them for a long time, told them that it was not caused by trauma, and ordered them to take X-rays.
After paying the fee, Zhang Jiaqiang immediately returned to normal, took Ye Xiumei to find a deserted corner, took out the pieces of lead sheets, and said in a low voice.
"Come on, honey, stick it on for me again, don't make the wrong position!"
This time, Ye Xiumei didn't care about the word wife. She was full of doubts in her heart, "What on earth are you going to do? This is a hospital. Don't mess around!"
"I'll stick to you if I ask you to, dear wife, hurry up while there's no one around!"
Ye Xiumei was afraid that he would get sick again, so she took care of it as required.
Zhang Jiaqiang touched it with satisfaction and then walked into the radiology department.
Half an hour later, he walked out of the hospital satisfied with the diagnosis certificate and medical records of the brain tumor.
Ye Xiumei didn't know what was going on, thinking that he really had a terminal illness and that his time was running out. Instead of feeling relaxed, his heart felt like a stone was weighing on him.
I am about to become a widow at a young age. Wouldn’t I become what people call a widower?
This God was so unfair. Thinking of this, she started sobbing again.
Zhang Jiaqiang bent down to open the bicycle lock at the parking lot. When he saw this scene, he felt soft and decided to tell her the truth.
"My silly wife, your husband can't die. X-rays can't penetrate the lead. The films taken show highly dense shadows. The doctor misdiagnosed him as a brain tumor!"
Ye Xiumei almost threw the car away, her face full of surprise and panic.
"What kind of trouble are you trying to make? What kind of brain tumor are you trying to get? Are you trying to trick someone else's hospital?"
Zhang Jiaqiang rolled his eyes, "What are you saying? Am I that kind of person? How could I blackmail the hospital? I plan to blackmail our factory..."
"Pfft, this is different. Let me tell you Zhang Jiaqiang, our two families are honest and innocent families. We will never do anything illegal!"
The reason why Zhang Jiaqiang is like this is because the factory will announce a list of laid-off personnel next Monday.
And he is in it!
In the 70s, people went to the countryside, and in the 80s, they went to the sea. Now the term laid-off has become a sad feeling throughout the 90s.
Originally, the superiors provided part of the buyout compensation, but the money was misappropriated by the factory for other purposes.
Until five years later, when the factory closed down and was auctioned, the money was still not available.
So Zhang Jiaqiang got a fake terminal illness diagnosis certificate and planned to blackmail the factory director and get compensation and unpaid wages in advance.
With this money, his follow-up plan can begin!
But now he couldn't explain to her that he knew about the layoff in advance. Zhang Jiaqiang pushed the car, freed his hands and gently grabbed her shoulders, and said solemnly.
"I won't break the law. I just want to use the terminal illness diagnosis certificate to get back the salary arrears to improve my life. You are still wearing work clothes on a hot day. You don't have money to go home when you get married. I can't even give you some gold. I'm a The seven-foot man feels very sorry!"
Ye Xiumei never dreamed that he could say such words, and a wave of heat flowed through her heart. She was touched, relieved, surprised, and worried, all of which could be described as a mixed bag of emotions.
"Well, then you can't go too far, just get your salary back!"
Zhang Jiaqiang said with a playful smile, "Okay, I will listen to my wife!"
Ye Xiumei suddenly asked, "You bastard, you used to act stupid just to trick me into marrying you?"
Zhang Jiaqiang immediately pretended to be crooked and said, "Honey, I am a fool. I am your silly husband. Come and let me hug you!"
Those who are in love these days don't dare to hold hands in front of others. His words made Ye Xiumei so embarrassed that she almost found a crack in the ground and crawled in.
"Get out, get out, you bastard, I'm going home first!" She was really afraid that this guy would take action, so she hurriedly got on the bicycle with her face red and her legs turned red.
Today is a big week, and the streets are very busy with cars and people.
In the past, we had one day off every week, but from this year onwards, we have implemented a system of large and small prayers.
With two days off every other week, ordinary people have more free time, and the business, leisure, and entertainment industries have begun to flourish as a result.
Zhang Jiaqiang plans to let his wife go shopping with him to find the feeling of falling in love.
But she was wearing heavy work clothes, and it was July, the hottest month, and it was really hard under the sun, so I had to accompany her home first.
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