canteen!
While Qin Jiang and Zhu Zheng were discussing.
Diagonally opposite.
A young man in a vocational college student's uniform appeared with a middle-aged man. The man was wearing an old camouflage uniform. Although it was washed very clean, it could be seen from various marks that his clothes were old.
: "Dad, sit..."
"Is this your school cafeteria? It's so big...even bigger than our village banquet hall."
"Dad! This place has to accommodate thousands of teachers and students. What are you going to eat? The food in our school cafeteria is very good. We have stir-fried dishes, noodles with gravy..."
"Dad is not hungry! You can eat by yourself... Son, I am not embarrassing you by being here, am I? Otherwise, Dad will wait for you outside, and you can come out to find Dad after you finish eating..."
"What are you doing? You're my dad! I'm so happy you came to see me. Wait here... I'll go get some food..."
Despite his father's objections, the young man went to get food. He soon returned with two plates of food, one of which was very full. The young man placed it in front of his father and said, "Dad! Come and try the food at our school. It's said that the chef is from a five-star hotel..."
: "Dad is really not hungry!"
"I can't refuse this meal even if I try. Besides, the food in our school cafeteria is very cheap. This one costs less than 10 yuan."
: "Ah... that's pretty cheap..."
The middle-aged man heard this and without hesitation picked up his chopsticks and started to eat heartily. His eyes lit up at the first bite. Delicious! Really delicious! As a worker on the construction site, he had enough radishes, cabbages, and potatoes to eat year-round, but to save money he never went out to eat at restaurants and only ate at the construction site.
One year!
Only occasionally when the foreman treats us to a meal can we eat something better.
But even though the foreman's son was admitted to a good university and invited them to a nice restaurant, the food they ate was not as delicious as what they cooked on their own plates.
: "Dad! Eat slowly...it's not enough, there's more..."
:"Well..."
"Dad! You look a little thinner, and your eyes are a little red. Did you not sleep well..."
: "Dad is fine...very good..."
"Dad! You don't have to worry about my tuition anymore. I've been working part-time and earning some money. I can save enough for tuition myself."
The middle-aged man paused in his eating, looked at his son with great satisfaction, and waved his hands hurriedly: "No... You are at the age where you should study hard, how can you work part-time to pay for your studies... You don't have to worry about the money..."
Young man: "Dad! I'm not working to earn money for my studies, I'm just getting used to the job."
Every time after school or on vacation, he would go to Bawang Tea or Xueye Ice City to work part-time. One reason was to earn some money to pay for tuition and living expenses, and the other was to adapt to his future job in advance. Joining Heilong has become his goal.
Not to mention Qin Jiang's prestige in the vocational university, just the welfare benefits of Heilong are enough to make him excited. It is the best choice for students like him who come from poor families and urgently need to make money in a short period of time.
It was only because he graduated from a vocational college, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to join Heilong with his college entrance examination score.
The middle-aged man said, "What do you mean by acclimating to the position in advance? Dad doesn't understand! Anyway, don't worry about the money. Is the teacher asking you for tuition? Here's what I'm going to do! Dad will give you a thousand yuan first, and I'll figure out the rest for you... Just tell the teacher not to worry, we'll raise the money quickly."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his camouflage uniform and pulled out a handful of money from his inner pocket. The money was scattered, five, ten, twenty, and fifty yuan notes were rare.
Then start checking the money.
The young man across the street was stunned by the father checking the money. He said that the shoulders exposed by his father's camouflage vest were red, swollen, and even a little torn.
: "Dad...you...what's wrong..."
The middle-aged man reacted and covered his shoulders: "It's okay! Is it a construction site? It's the sun..."
Young people don't believe it.
His father was a skilled worker, a bricklayer. While this kind of work was tiring and difficult, it wasn't considered hard labor. He shouldn't have the injuries that only a laborer would have. No! His injuries were more serious than those of a laborer. Moreover, according to previous years, his father should have given him tuition and living expenses by now, but this year he had been putting it off, and now there were some serious problems at the construction site.
Young man: "Dad! What's going on? I'm not a child anymore. I'm a college student now."
College students!
Those three words startled the middle-aged man. "Yes!" His son was already a university student. After a moment's reflection, he finally made up his mind. It turned out they were all working for a contractor at a construction site in Songjiang. They'd finished almost all the work, but the contractor hadn't paid them. Last year, they'd already been in arrears for several months, and for the better part of half a year. They'd organized a group of people to protest, but the contractor initially refused to see them. Later, he had thugs beat them out. Many workers were injured, and several had been hospitalized.
later...
It's a month-long life of asking for money...
Use connections!
Find a lawyer!
Block the door and kneel down!
Ask for less money...
...
They tried every possible method but to no avail, and instead made themselves look bad.
The middle-aged man had no choice but to beg for money from his coworkers while starting to do odd jobs and hard labor.
"What? They don't give money and beat people? Is there any law? And..." The young man cursed angrily.
The middle-aged man said, "Don't worry, son. We've hired a lawyer and we're sure we can get the money back. Even if we can't get it back, I'll sell everything I have and work odd jobs to get enough for your tuition before the end of this semester..."
Although I said I was very confident, I was not confident in my heart. How could I ask for the money?
The young man looked at his father with a distressed face. He couldn't imagine how much suffering his father had endured during this period, but he couldn't tell anyone. Everything was done for him.
no...
What should I do for my father?
But what could he do for his father? He was just an ordinary student. Would anyone pay him any attention if he went to ask for money on his father's behalf? No! Absolutely not. Suddenly, he stumbled across the street, seeing those figures that were both familiar and unfamiliar. An impulse welled up in him, and the sight of his father's aging appearance intensified this impulse, making it impossible to suppress it.
suppress!
Why suppress?
My father has given so much for me, so why wouldn't I even try something as simple as this?
Is he still worthy of being a son? Is he worthy of his father? Is he worthy of his mother's expectations while she is bedridden at home?
Bang!
He looked at his father and said, "Dad! I'll figure out a way to deal with this..."
Middle-aged man: "You want to? What can you think?"
Then he saw the young man stand up and walk diagonally across the street, stopping in front of a group of people dressed in black.
Bang!
Kneeled down directly...