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Chapter 90
To put it nicely, Huang Hua is a young man unemployed, but to put it badly, he is a gangster in the society, wandering around the streets and alleys of Phoenix Factory all the year round.

Recently, he has become obsessed with playing games.

No, it should be completely obsessed with playing Macintosh, fantasizing about being able to bet on the king all day long, that is 500 times the odds.

It's a pity that in a few days, more than 100 yuan are all played, and at most you can bet on bananas, which is only 20 times the odds.

Now that his pockets were empty, he came to the cashier and said, "Miss Boss, give me a ten-dollar copper coin."

Lin Qiong stretched out her hand, the meaning was obvious, give the money first.

She still has basic eyesight. Lin Qiong knows that if a gangster like Huang Hua pays on credit, it is basically a meat bun beating a dog, and there will be no return.

Huang Hua's face froze, a little dissatisfied, "I will keep the account today, and I will give you the money tomorrow."

Lin Qiong pointed to the big characters on the wall and said, "Sorry, no credit."

Huang Hua showed anger, "Miss Boss, you are not giving me face."

Lin Qiong really didn't want to pay on credit, but she took a step back considering that she could make money with harmony, "Ten yuan is too much, I can give you two yuan on credit."

Two yuan is actually not too little, pork is only more than one yuan per catty.

But Huang Hua felt that it was too little, and insisted on crediting ten copper coins. In the end, Lin Qiong gave you his five copper coins. , and asked him to keep an account, and write his own name.

After receiving thirty copper coins, Huang Hua was still cursing, with an unhappy expression on his face, as if he had been swept away.

……

in the office.

Lin Feng sent away a technician in the blade workshop, thinking in his heart, today is much more relaxed, and there are only 20 to [-] people in the whole day.

Lin Feng raised his hand and looked at his Shanghai watch, thinking in his heart, there is still an hour before get off work, should he go back to workshop 406 to take a look, or continue to wait here for someone to come to the door
Just as he was thinking about this, a tall figure appeared outside the door. It was Zheng Xuewen, the deputy director of the Engineering Technology Department.

The deputy minister's rank in the Phoenix factory is not low.

The Phoenix Factory is a deputy-department-level unit. The factory director and secretary are both treated at the deputy-department-level.

The directors of the following departments are treated as director-department, the deputy directors are treated as deputy-department, and then the leaders of each workshop, the director of the workshop is generally treated as a department, and the deputy director is treated as a deputy department.

In the Phoenix Factory, Zheng Xuewen is a proper deputy-division-level cadre, he can be regarded as a relatively well-known leader, and he is also one of the supervisors of the technicians.

I saw him walking in with a thick book in French, "Xiao Lin, the environment here is good."

Lin Feng got up quickly and said enthusiastically, "Zheng Bu, it's rare that you have time to come and see me as a soldier."

Zheng Xuewen said, "I didn't come to see you specially, but I have some questions to ask you."

"Don't dare to ask for advice, what can you say?" Lin Feng asked Zheng Xuewen to sit down on the sofa while making tea.

Zheng Xuewen opened the French document in his hand, pointed to a place and said, "Please help me to see how to translate this sentence. I always feel that the above translation is incorrect."

The above translation was translated by the university teacher and his students. Lin Feng saw that the translation was really incorrect, so he told Zheng Xuewen the correct meaning.

One humbly asks for advice, and the other answers patiently.

The time passed by minute by minute, and 1 minutes later on the second and third, Zheng Xuewen closed the thick French technical materials, "I always felt that there was something wrong with the previous translation, but now I finally understand it all, I understand it all, Xiaolin , your French level is really good."

Lin Feng said modestly, "Minister Zheng is over the top. I'm self-taught, which means I'm at a half-baked level."

The young man is not bad, neither arrogant nor impetuous, not arrogant or complacent at all.

Zheng Xuewen nodded in satisfaction, and after chatting for a few words, he walked out of the office with his French technical documentation in hand.

After sending Zheng Xuewen away, Lin Feng stayed in the office until he got off work, locked the office, first went to the bicycle shed of workshop 406 to roll out his bicycle, and looked towards the door of the workshop.

Soon I saw two familiar figures, they were Hu Xiaoxiao and Ma Xiaoli.

"Hee hee, master, you are waiting for me."

"Stop talking nonsense, get in the car!"

Hu Xiaoxiao giggled again, and then sat skillfully on the back seat of the bicycle.

"Master, shall we still go to the cafeteria for dinner today?"

Lin Feng said, "I'm afraid it won't work today, I'm going to my sister's house for dinner."

Since Lin Qiong's family came, Lin Feng often went to eat at his sister's house. Han Dingkang's cooking skills are really good, and the food tastes much better than that of ordinary restaurants.

Knowing that Lin Feng's sister's family was coming, Hu Xiaoxiao couldn't help sighing, "Oh, it seems that I went to the cafeteria to eat alone again."

As for Ma Xiaoli, she must be with Yang Wenjie, Hu Xiaoxiao really can only go to the cafeteria by herself.

Lin Feng jokingly said, "As long as you don't dislike it, how about you go to my sister's house to eat together?"

Hu Xiaoxiao's face blushed inexplicably, "Forget it, I'll go to the cafeteria to eat something."

Lin Feng didn't force it, he sent her to the entrance of the cafeteria, and then rode to his sister's house by bicycle.

As soon as he opened the door and walked in, Lin Feng found that the atmosphere was a bit wrong. Looking again, good guy, Lin Qiong sat there with a sullen face, and there was a bruise on his face when he looked closely.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

Han Dingkang, who usually doesn't talk much, said distressedly, "Your sister was beaten, and the other party let us go. Give us a day to think about it, and come back to get the money the morning after tomorrow."

what!
Was beaten!

Lin Feng asked anxiously, "Sister, are you okay, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Lin Qiong said, "I'm fine, and I haven't suffered a loss. Although there are many people on the other side, I scratched two of them in the face, and one of them was bitten by me."

What the hell is going on?
It turned out that Huang Hua came to pay on credit again, and this time he asked for 20 yuan in copper coins. He didn't pay back a penny for the previous credit payments.

If he had a better attitude, he might be able to credit him another three or five yuan in copper coins, but he was cursing and his attitude was still very arrogant. Even though Lin Qiong came from the countryside, he was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he hated Huang on the spot. A few words.

Huang Hua left cursing, and even said harsh words before leaving. He came back an hour or two later, but he was not alone, there were four people including him.

The big guy in the lead had a scar on his face, a glaring tattoo on his arm, and a gold chain on his face, making him look menacing.

This guy is a well-known gangster in the Phoenix Factory. He has more than a dozen younger brothers, and Huang Hua is one of his younger brothers.

(End of this chapter)