Chapter 2 I Just Took the Blame
Chapter 2 I Just Took the Blame
"That's pretty much the situation."
"My father has disappeared, and I don't have money to pay for his medical expenses. You can do whatever you want. At most, you can lock me up for a few days, and then I will slowly find a solution."
"But don't worry, I, Fan Long. Fan Wumian, will keep my word and pay you back the 68235 yuan I owe you. It shouldn't take too long."
The second day of sobriety.
Fan Wumian came to the nurses' station and said this to the young nurses in front of him.
Because he was worried about leaving a bad credit record at such a young age, he did not listen to Silly Old Fan and just run away. Instead, he chose to take the initiative to find the nurse to clarify and negotiate.
During the week he was in a coma, these nurses had dealt with his cheap dad, Silly Old Fan, and they thought it was normal for him to be unable to pay the medical bills.
Among them was a round-faced, slightly plump nurse in her early twenties. After looking Fan Wumian up and down, she changed the subject and asked:
"I've noticed you're handsome, but it's a pity you're too young, otherwise I could introduce you to a girlfriend. Looking at your hairstyle, are you imitating Chen Haonan from Young and Dangerous?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the other nurse immediately laughed, thinking that her offer of helping to introduce a girlfriend was fake, and her attempt to recommend herself was more like that of a bedmate.
Hear the words.
Fan Wumian was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground. If he was given a little more time, he might be able to find a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.
The nurse in front of him was right, his hairstyle was indeed imitating Chen Haonan, and this question brought back many memories that made Fan Wumian feel socially dead.
For example, he once took a group of so-called younger brothers and knelt in front of the statue of Guan Erye, beheaded chicken heads and burned money, saying in unison "We don't ask to be born on the same day of the same month and year, but we ask to die on the same month and year", or he gave himself a nickname that he thought was awesome, "Fan Tianwang".
In addition, he and his brothers also protected a group of little guys, and they loved to see each other's eyes full of admiration for them.
The former Fan Wumian thought this was very cool and stylish.
However, now he is so ashamed that he wants to cover his face and say, "It's really none of my business. I just took the blame."
With a street-slicker father like Silly Old Fan, the current Fan Wumian can understand very well why he was like that in the past. He lacked a lot of help that should have come from his family during his growth process, so it is normal for him to go astray.
After a day and a night of observation, Fan Wumian was able to calm down and think many things through.
Honestly.
Compared to the mediocre middle-aged man who worked odd jobs on the crew during the day and sang in the bar at night, Fan Wumian is now quite excited about the opportunity to start over that he inexplicably got.
After all, it was only 2004, and there were so many new life paths he could choose. At least, Fan Wumian was confident that he could pay back the medical expenses of more than yuan as soon as possible.
He showed a smile that was extremely lethal to women, shook his head and said, "I'll go get a haircut later, and I'll take care of the medical expenses."
A middle-aged nurse eating a popsicle next to her waved her hand calmly and said:
"It's okay. We often encounter this kind of thing. The Hospital Authority will claim the outstanding amount after 18 months. As long as you persuade your father to think of a way to pay it back within the period, there will be no problem, and no surcharge will be required."
Fan Wumian’s eyes twitched.
As far as I can remember, from childhood to adulthood, the amount of savings that cheap dad had only fluctuated between two, three, and four digits. There was no hope of relying on silly old Fan.
Thinking that I will graduate from high school in about a year, even if I just go to a bar to sing during the holidays, I should be able to save a lot of money. The average income in Gangcheng is much higher than that of ordinary people in Hengdian.
Then I thought again.
Fan Wumian felt like he had traveled through time. With a head full of popular songs, why did he still have to sing in a bar?
Of course, it’s to release an album, become a star, and make money by performing in concerts!
Also.
Although he has no capital to do business and no brains to play around with the financial Internet, he has worked in countless film crews for many years, and filming is his forte, which is also a good business with huge profits.
Suddenly I feel that getting a promotion, a raise, marrying a beautiful, rich woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life are just around the corner. I feel a little excited just thinking about it.
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Fan Wumian, with long hair in "Chen Haonan style", wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with a skull pattern and a pair of chain-link jeans, walked out of the hospital gate. As the nurse said, the process of registering medical expenses is not as difficult as imagined. As long as the expenses are settled within the allowed period, there will be no problems.
Just as Fan Wumian was looking at the bustling streets in front of him, silently sighing in his heart that life was truly wonderful and that the sky was high and the sea was vast for birds to fly freely, he suddenly heard a shout in his ears that made his scalp tingle.
I heard a yellow-haired guy riding a pink motorcycle in the distance, shouting: "Brother Tianwang! Wait for us! I hope you survive the disaster and return safely!!!"
Fan Wumian didn't even dare to turn around to face these cronies and buddies. He pretended that he heard nothing and walked forward with big strides.
This non-mainstream outfit has already made him uncomfortable enough, and dealing with this group of "good brothers who swore blood oath" will only make his scalp tingle. There are many passers-by around, and it is not a pleasant feeling to be publicly killed.
pity.
Two legs have never walked on two wheels.
A pink women's motorcycle and a tattered old-fashioned light motorcycle stopped beside Fan Wumian one after another.
The yellow-haired man who rode his sister's motorcycle out was named Xiao Tingwei. Because he was tall and as thin as a bamboo pole, he was nicknamed "Thin Mantis".
His family lives in the same building as Fan Wumian's. Like the fat guy Chi Wenshui nicknamed "Great Fat" who lives next door, he is a close friend of Fan Wumian who has grown up together.
As for Huang Nanji and He Jian on the other motorcycle, they are both schoolmates of Fan Wumian and have been good friends for many years.
With his previous memories, Fan Wumian knew their situation very clearly and felt particularly close to them for some reason.
Thinking it would be nice to have friends to help him integrate into a new life, and that there was no need to completely break away from the past, Fan Wumian forced a smile and said, "Why are you all here? Did you know I was discharged from the hospital today?"
"Well, your dad came to my store this morning to eat wontons. After asking, he found out that you were awake. He was worried that you couldn't afford the medicine and couldn't escape from the hospital, so I called a few brothers to come and support you."
The speaker was the fat Chi Wenshui, who weighed a little over 200 kilograms.
When I got off the motorcycle, I could clearly hear the creaking sound of the shock absorber spring. Fortunately, I was about 1.75 meters tall and had a well-proportioned body.
Fan Wumian silently ignored the words like "holding up the scene" and just asked, "He finished eating the wontons, then what?"
"Go home and catch up on some sleep. I think I just came back from Macau by boat. The wontons I ordered this morning are on the bill again. I guess I lost a lot of money."
After hearing what Youpiao said, Fan Wumian actually thought this was normal, and waved his hand and said:
"Never mind him. I've thought a lot since I woke up. I'm going to do something big this time. Can anyone chip in some money? I'm going to go buy some things first."
When the thin mantis Xiao Tingwei heard this, he was immediately shocked and said with emotion:
"Brother Tianwang, do you still remember that Gouya Kun scolded me? I don't need to use any weapons. You should take care of your health first, and then find a way to get back at me later."
"???"
Fan Wumian reminisced for a moment and finally remembered that the reason why he drank too much was because Skinny Mantis was angry about being bullied, so he treated them to a meal at a roadside stall and invited them to drink together to drown their sorrows.
He was about to speak but hesitated, and finally patted his best friend on the shoulder and explained:
"I actually wanted to buy an electric guitar, or rent one if that doesn't work. I don't know why, but being in the hospital for a few days seemed to open up my Ren and Du meridians. I've always felt that I have the talent to make an album, and I plan to retire from the industry, be a down-to-earth person, and focus on making money."
A few close friends looked at each other, then burst into laughter, the kind that they couldn't straighten their backs.
Followed by.
There were five of us in total, and we only pooled 96 yuan.
Holding two 20-dollar bills and a pile of coins, Fan Wumian said speechlessly, "See, a penny can make a hero fall. That's why I want to change."
Unfortunately, the only one who changed was Fan Wumian. His bad friend Youpiao turned a blind eye and said:
"School will start in a few days, and I should be able to get a few hundred yuan in pocket money by then. Speaking of singing, I want to buy tickets for Sa's concert. It would be great if I could get her autograph."
Fan Wumian, who was penniless, immediately said, "You can give me the money and I will sing for you."
".Hey? Brother Tianwang, that's not necessary. I can't enjoy that kind of blessing. You've been unconscious for so long, your mind is still not clear, you need more rest."
(End of this chapter)