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    Chapter 118 Money for a Wife Song Guofu, a few years ago, he was just a standard farmer. At that time, he blindly listened to the foreman who came to the village to recruit workers, thinking that he could earn more money in the big city.  , contracted out the land that he had been relying on for a long time, and brought his family to Shanghai.  But as soon as they arrived in Shanghai, Song Guofu, who didn't even have a place to stay, suffered a heavy blow. All the promises made by the foreman who brought them to Shanghai turned out to be empty talk. The original double dormitory did not  , some are just temporary iron houses where dozens of people live together, and the originally promised salary of more than 100 yuan per day has been discounted to less than 20%, only a few dozen yuan.  The foreman made it very clear to Song Guofu that no one would force him to do it whether he wanted to do it or not. But if he chose not to do it at this time, not to mention the place where Song Guofu and his family lived, even their usual food and drink would become a big problem.  problem, so there is only one way left for them, which is to work as a "superman" with cheap wages.  One person can handle the workload of two or even three people. He can only sleep three or four hours a day, and his food is even worse. Boiled cabbage and tofu in oil and water. This is what they eat for every meal. The better ones,  Maybe it was just braised pork and potatoes, but it was a pity that Song Guofu had never seen braised pork.  "One month, two months, Song Guofu actually insisted on working here for half a year. It was not that he wanted to work here, but that if he didn't work, the wages deducted by the foreman would be gone.  In the end, Song Guofu couldn't stand the persuasion of his family and would rather not receive the several thousand yuan salary. He also chose to leave the construction site and look for another job.  However, how could it be so easy for Song Guofu, who had no education and skills and only knew how to farm, to find other jobs?  After not finding a job for a whole month, it wasn't until the second month that Song Guofu was finally introduced by a former worker to work as a laborer in an interior decoration construction team, fighting against sand and cement, and doing a lot of work.  This time, his salary was finally guaranteed. Although the salary was not high, with only more than 2,000 yuan a month, and it was very tiring, at least the employer would not default on his salary. At the end of each month,  It will be delivered to them on time.  As for Song Guofu's other family members, his wife and brother-in-law also quickly found their own jobs. His wife worked at Procter & Gamble, while his brother-in-law helped in a fruit shop. The salary was also not very high, only one salary per month.  It costs more than a thousand yuan, but it is enough for three people to live in a big city like Shanghai.  Renting a basement in the suburbs of Shanghai has solved the housing problem for three people. They don't have to crowd into a dormitory with dozens of people, and they don't have to eat extremely unpalatable cabbage stewed with tofu. Sometimes, when the weather is sweltering,  In the summer, they would even go to street food stalls at night to eat some kebabs and drink a few glasses of cold beer to improve their food.  Although their life was not so prosperous and they were even more tiring than when they were farming in the village, Song Guofu and his family had never complained about being able to live in such a big city.  After half a year, Song Guofu, who was frugal and frugal, actually saved nearly 10,000 yuan in savings. Looking at the series of numbers on the passbook, Song Guofu also spent a relatively happy Spring Festival in Shanghai.  Life is getting better and better, and their wages have also risen with the working hours. At his peak, Song Guofu could earn 4,000 yuan a month, which was a little higher than the combined wages of his wife and brother-in-law.  .  The salary of four thousand yuan a month is almost comparable to their half-year harvest in the countryside. Unfortunately, the expenses in a big city like Shanghai are naturally much higher than in the countryside, including phone bills, bus fares, food expenses, etc.  The cost is almost free in rural areas.  Their village is so small that they don't need a phone at all. They just need to shout and everyone in the east end of the village can hear them. Except for going to the county town to go to the market, they don't need to take a car. As for food, they are from farmers themselves and eat in the vegetable fields.  They couldn't finish the food.  In this way, after the second year, Song Guofu's savings had reached more than 30,000 yuan. This money was enough to build a brand new brick house in their village. Looking at the money, Song Guofu, who was not yet married,  Of course the brother-in-law was happy because he knew that the money was for his marriage and a wife.  In the third year, the deposit amounted to nearly 60,000. But just as Song Guofu was preparing to move towards a better job and had learned some skills, he was preparing to set up his own construction team. Song Guofu's wife was actually building a house.  While cleaning the outer glass, he accidentally fell from a high altitude. Although his life was saved after rescue, he fell into a deep coma and his internal organs and limbs were seriously damaged.  Logically speaking, Song Guofu¡¯s wife was injured while working and should have been classified as a work-related injury., there should be insurance, but who would have thought that the boss who hired her never gave them insurance. After all, they came from rural areas and did not understand the concept of insurance at all.  In the end, the boss was so worried that he would have to pay for it that he disappeared. No one could be found at all. There was no other way. Song Guofu had to bear all the medical expenses himself. Sixty thousand yuan, even if he used the cheapest medicine.  Living in the lowest level ward, but still can't last long.  The rescue expenses alone have already cost more than 10,000 yuan, and the future maintenance expenses will be hundreds every day. In addition, Song Guofu had already quit his job and was preparing to go it alone, which also resulted in him not having any money at this time.  Without any source of income, maybe even if he had a job, Song Guofu would not go to work. Because his wife was seriously ill and hospitalized, how could he go to work?  He stayed with his wife all day long, taking care of him, but the savings in his hands became less and less. Until Song Guofu's savings were no longer enough to pay the deposit for the next hospital stay, the hospital actually wanted to expel Song Guofu and him.  His wife, who had not yet recovered, even persuaded Song Guofu to give up treatment.  In just three months, all the savings Song Guofu had accumulated over the years had been used up. He had no relatives in Shanghai, and no friends who could get the money.  And the brother-in-law, who was supposed to think of other ways to solve the problem, actually thought of doing some illegal activities, because only in this way can the money come in the fastest.  Even if Song Guofu is unwilling, what can he do?  With no other way out, this may be the only solution at hand.  So the two of them secretly got the money, bought the masks and money bags, looked for a relatively remote target, and waited until they were about to get off work to rush in and rob.  Yes, the target of their robbery was the bank, and it was precisely the small bank where Yuan Da had just withdrawn his huge bonus and was preparing to transfer the check.  Song Guofu is the thin man wearing the Sun Wukong mask before, and Song Guofu's brother-in-law is of course the Zhu Bajie whom he calls the third child.  At this time, the lighter in Lao San's hand was still not extinguished, and he looked at Wang Feng across from him with fierce eyes. He even didn't listen to Song Guofu's words of persuasion just now. The anger in his heart had already destroyed his only conscience.  Paralyzed, all he could think about was revenge and shared death.
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