Chapter 6 Depend on Me!

Chapter 6 Depend on Me!

Chapter 6 Depend on Me!
The small and messy office was filled with smoke. Sun Manzhu, who had been crazy before, had now become completely obedient. She sat uncomfortably on the sofa like a well-behaved young wife, her red and swollen eyes secretly glancing at An Rushong who was sitting next to her.

At this time, An Rushong was looking through the factory's accounts. The "DreamToys" toy factory was too small. Including Sun Manzhu, there were only seventeen people. Fortunately, the factory had been operating well in the past, so the data in the financial accounts were not bad.

Although the channels in Japan were cut off, it didn't last long after all, so there was still some money in the financial accounts. Of course, the money was not much, only a little over 30 million in total.

Thirty million won may sound like a lot, but if converted into RMB, it is only a little over 23. The workers' salaries will be paid in July, and the total expenditure will exceed 1500 million, half of which will have to be spent at once.

According to An Rusong's idea, he planned to let the factory switch to the production of the products he designed. Although the manufacturing process of vinyl is very simple and the investment required for the switch is not large, a small investment is still an investment. Moreover, after the new product comes out, it needs to be promoted, which also requires money. Therefore, the money in the financial account must be used carefully.

"Everyone's salary still needs to be paid, and not only that, but it needs to be paid as soon as possible," An Rusong rubbed his temples after closing the account book, and said to Sun Manzhu who was sitting next to him, "Forget about yours and mine, you can keep them in the account for now. Now even one Korean won needs to be spent carefully."

"But this is all the money the factory has. If we pay the salaries, then we'll have to pay the 20 billion in high-interest loans," Sun Manzhu said hesitantly.

"You also said that it was a loan sharking sum of 20 billion yuan," An Rusong glanced at her and said unhappily, "Even if you keep the 3000 million yuan in the account and give it to those gangsters, do you think they will let you go?"

Sun Manzhu pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Seeing the woman's uneasiness, An Rusong reached out and grabbed her cold right hand, gently placed it on his thigh, and then gently rubbed the back of her delicate hand with his palm, saying: "Don't worry, I will find a way to help you get through this difficult time. We still have three and a half months. By then, even if I can't earn the 20 billion won, I will find a way to send you away from Seoul."

Sun Manzhu seemed unaware that the man opposite her was molesting her hands. She nodded repeatedly, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

Even though he married a young Vietnamese wife, the old man still loved his daughter extremely. It can even be said that his love for his daughter was a little too much, so that Sun Manzhu has never left the old man's protection since she was a child, and her understanding of the world is very shallow.

Now, the dead old man is really a dead old man. Sun Manzhu has lost the umbrella of protection over her head overnight. She is like a lamb separated from the flock, with no one to rely on in this world. Unfortunately, she is burdened with high-interest loans, a huge sum of 20 billion yuan. It is understandable that she is confused and helpless.

What did she want most at this time? Undoubtedly, she hoped that her father could come back to life and provide her with shelter from the wind and rain again. But the reality was that her father could not come back, so when An Rusong appeared, this man became the life-saving straw in her heart, and she naturally had to hold on to him tightly.

The reason why she had been playing around with An Rushong before was not because she really looked down on him, but because deep down in her heart she associated him with her dead father, because that was how she had played around with her father.

Unfortunately, her father could tolerate everything about her, but the man in front of her could not. On the contrary, this man not only did not tolerate her, but he might also leave her at any time, just like her father who suddenly committed suicide.

So, Sun Manzhu was very frightened.

An Rushong could sense the other party's panic, which was also within his expectations.

As a scumbag who has lived two lives, isn't it easy for him to deal with a woman who seems strong but is actually inexperienced?

An Rusong was very confident that as long as he gave himself a few more days, when the new product came out and was successfully launched on the market and achieved a certain degree of success, this woman's dependence on him would be deep-rooted. At that time, she would have to do whatever he wanted her to do.

"During this period, you don't need to worry about the factory's affairs," An Rusong continued to PUA with the woman, holding her fingers together, "You should take good care of the president's funeral and don't let him die in peace. Well, tomorrow morning, I will ask everyone in the factory to go over to pay tribute tomorrow morning, so that it won't be too deserted over there."

Sun Manzhu seemed to have just remembered her father's funeral. She looked at An Rushong helplessly and stutteredly recounted the family's affairs.

After Sun Zhiji committed suicide, his body was still in the morgue of the hospital, and his funeral was not handled at all. Sun Manzhu had almost no experience in life, she didn't know how to handle funeral affairs, and in her panic, she didn't think about it at all.

As for her stepmother... Well, the reason why Sun Zhiji spent money to marry that woman was simply because she was beautiful. As for the woman's ability, it's better not to mention it. The woman didn't even understand Korean. What could she do?
What's even more tragic is that Sun Zhiji is from Changwon, South Gyeongsang Province. He came to Seoul with his parents when he was young. He has no relatives here. Even if he has any friends, most of them are business people. Most Koreans are realistic. At this time, it is estimated that no one is willing to come to help. Hearing Sun Manzhu's sad and helpless words, An Rusong had no choice but to agree to help the woman with Sun Zhiji's funeral. No matter what, the deceased must be allowed to leave in peace first.

Since I have to help Sun Manzhu deal with her father's funeral, some things have to be arranged as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still some time in the morning, An Rushong asked Sun Manzhu to deal with the workers' salary issue as soon as possible and pay everyone's salary in the morning as much as possible.

Only when the salaries are paid can the workers feel at ease, and An Rushong can ask everyone in the factory to help with the funeral - funerals are the same as weddings, the more people come, the better. The more people there are, the more popular the deceased was. This is called popularity. If the funeral is held in a deserted manner and only a few people come to pay their respects, the family of the deceased will look bad.

After An Rusong's simple training, Sun Manzhu is now obedient. She used to be the accountant in the factory, and she had to pay salaries every month. She was naturally familiar with it, and she withdrew the money from the bank before 11 o'clock in the morning.

While Sun Manzhu was processing the workers' salaries, An Rusong contacted a bus. After the workers happily received their salaries, the bus took everyone to the memorial park on the lakeside mountain in the suburbs.
Although money is scarce in all aspects now, the dead old man's funeral must be handled as gloriously as possible. Therefore, An Rushong also specially booked a place in the funeral home of the memorial park. The mourning hall will be set up there in the next two days.

Everything was in a hurry and Sun Manzhu couldn't take on anything. She was like a frightened quail, and all she wanted to do was curl up next to An Rushong, as if this man could shield her from all the wind and rain.

An Rusong had no choice but to cancel his date with Jiang Xiuyuan. After sending the workers to the car, he accompanied Sun Manzhu to the police station. Sun Zhiji died accidentally, and his body was temporarily stored in the morgue of the hospital. Although Sun Manzhu was his daughter, without a death certificate issued by the police station, the old man's body could not be taken out, let alone the funeral.

So, after running back and forth from the hospital to the police station and from the police station to the hospital, by the time the rented hearse delivered the dead old man's body to Lake Mountain, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Inside the funeral home of the Memorial Park, An Rushong, holding a cigarette in his mouth, stood in a corridor filled with a strange aroma, quietly listening to a middle-aged man beside him reporting on the guests' situation.

The middle-aged man was also a worker in the toy factory. The guest list he reported to An Rushong was not the real relatives and friends of the Sun family who came to pay their respects, but the "actors" hired by An Rushong.

Yes, they are all actors, and the ones responsible for contacting them are the workers in the factory. To put it bluntly, these people who come to support the show for a fee are all relatives and friends of the factory workers.

Death is the greatest thing, and no matter how dissatisfied An Rushong was with the dead old man before, now that he is dead, all grudges are forgotten.

What's more, he is still eyeing the other person's daughter. After a while, the old man might become his cheap father-in-law. So, letting the old man go in a more glorious way is at least a token of his consideration.

The most important thing is that there are a total of nine families holding funerals in the funeral home today. If there are no guests and friends in the old man's mourning hall, it will look too embarrassing. Even so, the guest seats outside the mourning hall were not full. There were only 30 or 40 guests, which looked a bit pitiful.

Fortunately, Sun Manzhu is now absent-minded. On the one hand, she is grieving the death of her father, and on the other hand, she is worried about the debts. While distracting both, she also does not forget to compete with her stepmother. She probably has no time to think about whether the funeral is grand or not.

Gee!

Thinking of Sun Manzhu's stepmother, An Rusong, who was smoking a cigarette, couldn't help but turn his head to look into the mourning hall. At the end of the mourning hall, to the right of the spirit seat, two women in pure white Korean mourning clothes were standing there in a daze.

Of the two women, the shorter one is Sun Manzhu, and the taller one is Sun Manzhu's stepmother.

Interestingly, originally this "stepmother" did not need to wear mourning clothes. As the wife of the deceased, she usually only needed to wear black clothes and a small white flower on her head. But Sun Manzhu refused to do so and insisted that this woman dress the same as herself.

Fortunately, this Vietnamese woman named Li Caicao not only did not understand Korean, but also did not understand Korean customs. In addition, she was also distracted at the time, so she accepted Sun Manzhu's unreasonable request.

(End of this chapter)