Chapter 134: Built and Father-Son Conversation and Accident

In the second half of November, the weather finally cooled down. People not only stopped avoiding the sun but began to seek it.

After more than ten days, the new house Lanse bought had been built.

The people from the Blue Lotus Community Service Company called Lanse and told him that all the houses had been built.

By reason, building your own house yourself must be very fun. In the memories of many federal citizens, building the house they live in with their father and grandfather is a very precious memory of their childhood—

Most people who have such memories are from middle-class families. As everyone knows, their lives are very fulfilling.

Poor people mostly buy cheap and remote apartments, rich people will live in villas or manors, and high-end apartments in the city center are also good choices.

Only the middle class, they will pursue a kind of "sentiment." There is no one in the world busier than them!

Besides work, they have arranged every minute of their lives and are willing to do things they don't actually need to do.

They often arrange some very special things for themselves, and also have to list a list, such as finishing a book every week and writing a review.

Or within a period of time, they must learn a musical instrument and show it to relatives and friends.

They can always find many things that make their life process more meaningful. This is the middle class.

Sentiment, exquisite.

And building a house is just one of their many life plans, and it is also a very important one.

But unfortunately, Lanse and they don't have time, and they don't know how to do this, even if they can buy all the ready-made wood according to the selected model house and just splice it according to the drawings.

A house is a big project, let alone there are so many houses here, so in the end, professional things were handed over to professional people to do.

The community service company hired a professional construction team. They are under the name of these building house production companies. Give some money, and they can quickly build the house.

When Lanse drove here, he was very satisfied with everything here. The vegetation wall more than two meters high, whose name he didn't know, could well block people's sight.

And outside the vegetation wall, there was also an iron fence about 1.5 meters high.

He bought several houses at once. The houses in these rows were not separated by courtyard walls, making them a whole.

The community service manager was very enthusiastic about Lanse, a "big client." "The roof and the exterior wall color can be completed in these two days. You can already consider choosing to pick the style of decoration."

"I recommend our community service company's partners. You can turn around in the community, and you can also go to see the model houses. These are all decorated by them."

"If you are not satisfied with their work results after the decoration is finished, we can also negotiate for you and them..."

The manager said a lot, anyway, there was only one meaning, hoping that Lanse could sign the company he recommended as the decoration company.

Decorating such a house with four and a half floors—a basement is counted as half a floor, so the first floor, second floor, and half an attic, so it is called four and a half floors.

Such a house with more than three hundred square meters combined, wanting to decorate it well requires at least five hundred dollars.

If you want to decorate it better, it will be one thousand dollars.

The manager can get a two percent return from it. Even if Lanse decorates according to the lowest standard, he can at least get dozens of dollars in benefits.

And the community service company can also share some benefits from it.

Seeing that Lanse didn't clearly refuse, the manager immediately knew that he didn't have any target to choose from, and began to promote more vigorously, even going back to get a picture album to introduce various styles in it to Lanse.

In this period, the most popular in the Federation is "Modern."

Modern originally meant a kind of fashion, trend, stylish thing, but it has now surpassed its own meaning and is becoming a phenomenon.

Modern family, modern girl, modern decoration, modern... everything!

Lanse flipped through the picture album in his hand, and then handed it to Meiluo. As a "big housekeeper," it was enough for him to handle these things.

After the group returned to the company, their faces were filled with a... very special happiness, because they had a home.

The sense of security brought by home cannot be replaced by other things. The feeling of curling up in the bed, covering the head with a quilt, clearly pitch-black, narrow, but bringing unparalleled sense of security, is also something that cannot be replaced by other things.

Those who went told those who didn't go about the various beauties of the new home, as if good days had already arrived.

Lanse looked around. "Where is Eniao?"

Eniao liked to join in the fun very much. It was surprising enough that he didn't go to see the house together today, and now he was not in the company, which was very abnormal.

Morisi walked over and explained. "He went to the hospital, his father was hospitalized."

Lanse had heard about the discord between Eniao and his father, and had also heard that his purpose was to move out of the house.

Now that he could take the initiative to see his father, something must have happened.

"Do I need to do anything?" he asked.

Morisi shook his head. "He should be back soon. You know, between him and his father..." Morisi shook his head.

Almost most immigrant families will face similar problems, income, expenditure, savings, poverty...

At this time, Eniao didn't know that Lanse specifically asked about him. He was standing in the ward looking at his father wrapped in bandages. The father and son looked at each other, but neither had a good expression.

No one spoke first, as if whoever spoke first was losing. They were just gambling with anger like this.

After a while, a doctor led by a nurse walked in. He glanced at Eniao. "Are you the patient's family?"

Eniao didn't speak, just looked at him. "Don't care who I am, just say what you have to say."

The doctor glanced at the man who didn't say a word and took out a bill. "Your... relative's account is empty. Currently, he owes the hospital seven dollars. In addition, if he needs to continue treatment in the hospital later, you must deposit at least fifty dollars into his account."

Actually, it didn't need to be so much, but they were also afraid, so they could only ask for a bit more first.

It's easy to return the excess, but it's not certain that the shortage can be made up.

The social medical insurance of the Federation doesn't have any restrictions on reimbursing expenses for people. People will pay medical expenses according to the proportion, and there is a limit.

Exceeding this limit, if there is no additional commercial insurance, you need to pay the full medical expenses yourself.

This is not as good as it is boasted at all. There are a lot of people who can't afford to see a doctor, and even many middle-class people go bankrupt because of seeing a doctor every year.

He gave the bill to Eniao. Eniao took it and looked at it, but couldn't understand it.

But he could understand the numbers typed by the typewriter at the bottom of the bill, and the signatures of the two people.

He glanced at his father again, was silent for a while, took out a stack of money from his pocket, counted seven dollars, and then counted out fifty dollars.

The doctor wasn't encountering this situation for the first time. He took the money and counted it. "Don't leave yet, I'll let the accountant open a certificate for you. You can get back the extra money when you leave the hospital with the certificate."

He felt that these two must still have a lot to say, and didn't like to intervene in the contradictions between patients and family members, so he took the little nurse to get the payment certificate.

In the room, only the two of them were left again.

After about ten seconds, the man suddenly asked, "Where did the money come from?"

"Did you go to do something illegal?"

He looked at his son. Eniao didn't even want to look at him, but at this time he was so angry that he put his hands on his waist and looked at his father, walking back and forth a few times, saying in a voice slightly louder than usual, "At least I have money in my pocket, while you can't even take out seven dollars!"

The man kept looking at him. "Although I am very poor, every cent of my money is clean."

"What's the use of being clean?"

Eniao's voice was even louder. "If being clean is good, why did mom leave?"

"If being clean is useful, can you lie here and not even take out seven dollars?"

"Listen, I don't want to argue with you, but you must remember, the dirty money you think of can save you now, can let you accept the service of the federal medical treatment you love!"

"And the clean money you said, from the time I could remember, I have never seen it!"

The man seemed to be still struggling. "I will succeed..."

Eniao shook his head very disappointed. "Twenty years ago you thought so!"

The man seemed not to want to continue to entangle with Eniao on this issue. He changed the topic. "The person who beat me said he hurt his family..."

"He has already gone to reunite with his family!"

"You...", the man looked shocked. He just said a word, suddenly as if realizing something, and lowered his voice. "Did you kill him?"

Eniao shook his head. "These have nothing to do with you. You just need to know that he won't go to find you again."

"Then, you continue to do your federal dream!"

He raised his wrist to look at the time. "I have to go."

After saying that, he walked two steps, then came back and put the cigarette on the bedside table, and ten dollars in banknotes.

"You can use it, or you can not use it."

"Money is money, there is nothing clean or unclean."

After he finished speaking, he looked deeply at this man and turned around and left without looking back.

He hated this man.

Hated him for imposing all failures on his family through domestic violence, which is also the reason why Eniao wanted to escape his family.

But when he saw this man lying on the bed covered in injuries, suddenly, he felt a bit soft-hearted.

Some good things he had done began to float up from the depths of his memory.

The cake he bought for himself when he had a birthday when he was a child, the pair of sneakers he bought for himself, taking himself out to play...

When you hate someone, you can't find any reason to forgive him.

But when you are soft-hearted, you can find many beautiful memories.

People are always contradictory and will continue to be contradictory.

The man looked at Eniao's back, and his gaze moved to the cigarette and money on the cabinet.

The little nurse sent the certificate, telling him that if he didn't use up the money when he was discharged, he could get the remaining money with this certificate, so he must keep it well.

He struggled to sit up, looked at the cigarette on the cabinet, forty-nine cents a pack, he couldn't afford it.

He usually smoked five-cent rolls, which was the kind of ordinary people's handmade cigarettes, one roll didn't necessarily have much, anyway, it was a roll, belonging to the private tobacco leaves rolled and sold.

Choking, spicy mouth, this is the inferior raw tobacco, and some of them are not even the taste of tobacco.

He had many impulses to consume, buy a pack of better commercial cigarettes to try, but finally gave up.

Because life is too difficult.

So difficult that a person can use reason to overcome desire, how funny this is!

He pulled one out from inside, took a pack of matches from the cabinet drawer, and lit it.

Then he coughed twice, but he felt great!

The feeling brought by this cigarette was much better than those ten-cent cigarettes, and better than the cigarettes he rolled himself.

He looked at the white ceiling.

Eniao was driving, thinking about many things in his mind. When passing the traffic light at the intersection, he stopped the car.

Looking at the scenery on the street, his thoughts drifted to a far place.

He had money now. Not long after following Lanse, he already had several hundred dollars. Making money was too easy.

He was a bit confused again. Perhaps this is a stage that everyone must experience.

Suddenly, the car horn and scolding sound in his ears made him come back to his senses from his thinking. He was now at an intersection, having stopped because of the red light.

During the waiting time, there was some thinking, divergent thinking, he knew this was his own problem.

But just when he was about to start the car and leave, someone suddenly patted his car window heavily.

The whole car seemed to be shaking.

A middle-aged man outside the car window was cursing loudly, and kept patting the car window and the roof, with a fierce look of wanting to eat people.

In the confrontation between the two, neither of them had any intention to stop, still patting the car window and cursing Eniao.

Eniao looked back at the baseball bat exposed under the passenger seat, and a kind of indescribable desire for destruction filled his heart in an instant!

He turned around, grabbed the baseball bat, and then pushed the car door open hard.

The car door hit that bastard, making him retreat a few steps, and then Eniao swung the ball bat and hit him.

The surrounding horn sounds, scolding sounds, all stopped in an instant, leaving only the man's begging for mercy.

The whole world seemed to have entered a strange rhythm.

I don't know how long it took, he stood up slightly panting, somewhat staggering, looked at the groaning man, looked at the terrified eyes of the onlookers around, wiped the blood on his face, and returned to the car.

He wanted to drive the car away, but after a vent, his reason began to return, and he felt that this matter was suddenly a bit tricky.

He didn't leave, but walked to the side of the road and made a phone call to the company.

Lanse, who was counting money, answered the phone. "This is Lanse."

"Me, Eniao, an accident happened..."

Soon, two cars drove out from the alley behind the company. Ten minutes later, Lanse saw Eniao on the side of the road.

The police also came, and there was an ambulance. That unlucky guy had just been sent to the ambulance, and the police were questioning Eniao.

Lanse walked over. When the two police officers saw Lanse walking over, they both took a step back, and someone even pressed their hand on the holster.

These people were all wearing uniform outfits, looking a bit scary, not like good people.

Lanse raised both hands to prove that he was harmless. "I am his friend, come to understand what happened."

"Which branch are you from?"

The two police officers looked at each other, and one of them said, "We are from the Imperial District branch."

This is inside the Imperial District. Lanse showed some smiles. "I know John... he should be the Assistant Chief now."

The expressions of the two patrol officers immediately eased. This is one of their own.

Lanse also took the opportunity to get closer, behind people's sight, took out twenty dollars from his pocket, and stuffed it into one of the patrol officers' pockets. "I believe we will also become friends."

The two patrol officers looked at each other again, and there were more smiles on their faces. "Of course, sir."

Lanse was very satisfied with their reaction. "Then can I chat with my brother for a few words?"

The person in charge of taking notes put down the writing board in his hand. "Why not?"

They took the initiative to go to the front of the car, leaving them at the tail of the car.

Eniao told Lanse what happened, and Lanse listened very seriously. "Do you think he will die?"

Eniao shook his head. "Although I lost my reason at that moment, I guarantee I didn't want to kill him. I held back. He is probably seriously injured."

As long as he didn't die.

"You had a verbal dispute, he asked you to get out of the car, you were afraid he would hurt you, so you got out of the car with your ball bat."

"He looked like he was going to hit you, you were too nervous, so you fought back. You heard him swear to kill you, you could only let him lose the ability to resist first."

Lanse patted his cheek. "Don't talk nonsense, don't admit it. Even if they beat you, remember, you were very nervous, he provoked you first."

"I'll go arrange a lawyer for you, everything will be fine."

"Is there anything in the car or on you that shouldn't appear in court?"

"A gun, or something else?"

Eniao shook his head. "No."

Lanse patted his arm. "Remember my words."

He turned and walked back to the front of the car, giving the two patrol officers a cigarette each. "My friend encountered this kind of thing for the first time, a bit nervous, can I see the notes he said before?"

A patrol officer's face was a bit difficult. "This is not... in line with the principles of our work."

Lanse handed over a business card, his own. "I'll treat you to a drink after work tonight, try to overcome the difficulties."

The two hesitated for a while, and finally gave the writing board to Lanse.

On the one hand, Lanse knew John. John was not just greedy, but also a sinister and vicious character. People in the branch were a bit afraid of him, let alone these two lowest-level patrol officers.

On the other hand, the generosity Lanse showed also made them very moved.

After Lanse got the writing board, he simply modified it in a few places. "He was too nervous, some were incoherent, this description is more reasonable, what do you think?"

The two police officers glanced at it. You fucking said everything, what else can we do?

But they also nodded, after all, their job is to restore the truth. ===== CHAPTER 135 =====