What to do when you have money

Chapter 113 Laughing

The third round of the competition has entered into fierce competition. Among the remaining contestants, there are many professional students like Huang Yinger and singers who have been hanging out in bars for many years.

After some competition, Huang Yinger narrowly won the ticket to the final by virtue of her sweet voice and professional standards.

When she went home happily with the notice to participate in the finals, she didn't find that in the chief judge's studio, there was a person she didn't want to see, who was sitting on the sofa with a bearded man. The chief judge was talking.

"Uncle Zhang, my dad asked me to send you a message, saying that I would like to invite you to have dinner with me next week."

The man sitting on the sofa was wearing a mask, and he seemed a little afraid of seeing people. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been worn out by sandpaper, making it very uncomfortable to hear.

"Haha, this old Cha, he has been an old classmate for many years, and he is still so polite. Okay, Cha Hui, tell your dad that I will definitely go to the banquet then."

The bearded man laughed heartily, even trembling along with his bushy beard full of artistic cells.

The person who spoke just now was Zha Hui, why did he appear here.

This matter has to start with Huang Ying'er's participation in this talent show.

Since Huang Yinger proposed to break up with him, he became depressed and crazy because of Huang Yinger's departure and the disfigurement of his appearance.Apart from drinking to drown his sorrows every day, he hides in the room and cries, which is not counted, and his temper becomes more and more irritable.

I don't know how many things in the house were broken by him. Even so, his mother didn't say a single harsh word to him. Instead, she kept scolding Huang Ying'er for being shameless and ruining her son.Cha's mother urged Cha's father to use his power to cause some trouble for Huang Ying'er's parents. Cha's father couldn't help Cha's mother's nagging all day long, and at the same time, he was full of resentment towards Huang Ying'er.

If it weren't for her, would his precious son have become the person he is now, ghost or ghost?

So in school, he used his power to arrange more lessons for Huang Yinger's parents today, and more activities for them tomorrow. Anyway, it was impossible for them to get off work normally.

In addition, Father Cha also called Father Huang into the office, in the name of talking about work, in fact putting pressure on Father Huang.

Or, your daughter returns to my son.

Or, you have to compensate for the loss of my son's disfigurement.

Father Zha didn't say it out loud, but only hinted that the house the family lives in is a bit old, and he especially likes the newly developed real estate in Shashi, especially the villa facing the water.

The price of that villa may not be a big deal for rich people, but for a working class like Father Huang, even if he saves until retirement, he may not be able to buy half of a villa.

Seeing Father Huang's embarrassment, Father Zha didn't wave his stick blindly. He hinted that if Father Huang could persuade Huang Yinger to change his mind, Father Huang and Mother Huang's job titles and remuneration could be raised in the future.

In this way, during the communication with Huang's father, he learned about Huang Yinger's participation in the draft.After he got home, he told Zha Hui about the incident. At that time, Zha Hui was so angry that he broke the set of vases that were said to be antiques given by Zha's father and his students.

Zha Hui was very angry. I am disfigured now, but you, Huang Yinger, went to the draft as if nothing happened. You really don't take me seriously.

He saw the judges on the draft official website, and one of them he knew was a classmate of Zha's father, so he used his father's name to find the bearded judges.

"Uncle Zhang, I have something else I want to trouble you with."

"Xiaohui, tell me, why don't you be polite to your Uncle Zhang?"

Hearing the bearded man's words, Zha Hui's eyes, which were still like pools of stagnant water just now, were burning with small flames of anger and jealousy.

"Uncle Zhang, among the contestants participating in this event is a female contestant named Huang Ying'er, see if you can get her out of the competition and not let her participate in the competition."

When Zha Hui said this, although he couldn't see his face covered by the mask, he could clearly feel a trace of hatred in his voice.

After hearing this, the bearded man frowned and asked, "Is this person in conflict with you?"

Zha Hui smiled sinisterly, his mask trembling with his laughter, he said in a very normal tone after laughing: "There is no contradiction, she is my girlfriend, neither my father nor I want She's just in this game."

The bearded man smiled, pointed at Zha Hui and said, "You dad, you just don't like art. Okay, let me help you see it."

After finishing speaking, the bearded man turned on the computer in front of him, but he looked at the information and said in a surprised voice: "This Huang Yinger has just entered the finals. Well, Xiaohui, this matter is not easy to handle."

The bearded man glanced at Zha Hui, then leaned back on the chair, tapping the table with his knuckles quietly.

Zha Hui looked up at the bearded man, and the contempt flashed in his eyes. He took out a simple inkstone from the bag beside him and handed it to the bearded man and said.

"Uncle Zhang, although she made it to the finals, is this trivial matter a big deal in your eyes? I heard from my father that Uncle Zhang likes to collect cultural things. I don't know much about this inkstone. Can you take it home and help me see it?"

"Oh?"

When the bearded man saw the inkstone, his eyes immediately lit up. He stretched out his hand to play with the inkstone, but said in his mouth, "Hey, how is that so embarrassing. Okay, I'll take it home and help you palm your eyes."

"Uncle Zhang, look at the matter of Huang Yinger."

"Hey, when contestants take part in the competition, we as judges must make fair comments and scores. Of course, people are not perfect, and no matter how beautiful their singing voice is, there will always be flaws. Haha."

"Hehe. Uncle Zhang is right."

Zha Hui and the bearded man looked at each other and smiled.

A person's smile is hidden behind a dark mask, and a person's smile is hidden in a black beard. No one can see the smile on the surface, but no one knows that the other person is laughing in his heart.

As for the meaning of this laughter and smile, perhaps only the two of them can know.

There is another person who is also smiling. She stands in front of her parents with a happy smile on her lips, but tears of incomprehension and grievance in her eyes.

At this time, Huang Yinger asked her parents with sadness in her heart: "Dad, Mom, why don't you let me participate in this event, why don't you let me participate in the finals. Didn't you agree that you don't care about my business?"

Huang's father and Huang's mother dodged their eyes under Huang Ying'er's gaze, and finally Huang's father said: "Xiao Ying, it's fine if you want to participate in the competition, but you must promise us to reconcile with Zha Hui."

"Reconciliation? Impossible, never possible."

When Huang Yinger heard her father's words, she jumped up as if she had been pricked by a needle, and then she held Huang's mother's hand with tears in her eyes and said, "Mom, I really don't like Zha Hui, don't you and Dad just have the heart to treat him like this?" Did the daughter push it to that bastard?"

Huang's mother was also crying. She took Huang Ying'er's hand and said, "Ying'er, it's not that parents are cruel, but that Principal Cha said, he said."

"Mom, what did he say, you should say it quickly."

Father Huang saw that his wife was crying but unable to speak because of her daughter's questioning. He suddenly slapped the table and said angrily, "Huang Yinger, that's enough. Don't ask your mother anymore. Let me tell you. Principal Zha said that if If you don’t come back to Cha Hui, we will compensate for Cha Hui’s disfigurement, and we will also transfer your mother’s and me’s jobs.”

"How could he do this?"

After hearing Father Huang's words, Huang Ying'er lowered her head and murmured these words, then she suddenly raised her head and said with firm eyes: "Compensation, then compensate him, I will pay him all my salary when I start working in the future. "

Huang's mother smiled bitterly, and she said: "Silly girl, do you know how much compensation people want? It's just that my father and I don't have enough money to work for half a lifetime, let alone you, a student who is about to graduate. Girl, listen to my mother's advice. , Zhahui is still."

Huang Yinger shook her head desperately, and she resolutely said to Huang's mother: "Mom, stop talking, I will not agree to their conditions. I can pay for money, but people, it will never be possible."

Then, Huang Yinger wailed in a low voice with tears streaming down her cheeks, "Dad, Mom, I am your own daughter. In your eyes, work and money are more important than your daughter's future, right?"

After hearing this, Mother Huang waved her hands again and again. She caressed Huang Yinger's hair and cried, "Yinger, Mom is reluctant, but your father and I are ordinary middle school teachers. What can we do?"

"No, there is a way, there must be a way, we can sue him. Dad, do you know how much money Principal Cha has collected from parents over the years?"

Huang Yinger suddenly broke free from Huang's mother's caress, she looked at Huang's father with firm and trusting eyes, hoping to get the answer she wanted to hear from his father.

However, Huang's father just opened his mouth timidly, but in the end he didn't say a word in support of his daughter.

"Hehe, okay, I understand. Dad, Mom, don't worry, I won't participate in this competition."

Huang Ying'er looked at her parents who were crying and standing still. A smile appeared on her lips, but the smile looked so bitter, so bitter that it made people feel distressed.

After Huang Ying'er finished speaking, no matter how much Huang's mother called her name, she didn't look back again, but walked into her room and closed the door, and there was no more sound.

　The most painful time for a person is not to cry out heart-piercingly, but to have a smile on his face, but tears and blood flow in his heart.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)