In village No. 40 there is a cousin named Fang Fang

  After Teacher Shao left, Fang Xian began to carefully examine Lin Yue Ru.

  "Not bad, not bad." Fang Xian waved his hand, "Turn around and let me take a look at your butt."

  Lin Yue Ru's big whip has already been swung up.

  Fang Xian had been prepared early and was about to hide, but suddenly thought that behind him was the TV. If he wasn't mistaken, damaging this thing would cost 18,000 yuan in compensation.

  It's no use, it's all because of my own big mouth, I've had enough experience, so I just closed my eyes and took the two slaps.

  “PIA……PIA……”

  Lin Yue Ru burst out laughing like a queen: "Haha, let you be rude again."

  "Just you wait." Fang Xian sneered, this girl would eventually get herself killed by her own hands.

  Just then, the old Nokia ringtone sounded from inside the house.

  Boom boom boom boom - Boom boom boom boom - Boom boom boom boom boom......

  Fang Xian furrowed his brow: "My phone is off, did you guys move it?"

  The two women looked at each other and pointed to each other: "She's moving."

  "Alas...this life can't be lived like this." Fang Xian followed the sound and found the phone on his bedside, the caller ID showed - Fang Fang.

  What a rustic name, no wonder this girl is really from the countryside.

  Fang Fang, a native of Shandong Province, is a distant relative of Fang Xian's, said to be the sister of his grandfather's brother's daughter-in-law. Her exact identity cannot be verified, but in any case, six months ago on a gloomy day, Miss Fang Fang arrived at Fang Xian's home carrying two large woven bags, having come to the capital to rely on him.

  Afterwards, Fang Xian used all his connections and searched among relatives and friends, finally finding a tolerable job for his distant cousin with a junior college degree - a guide at a bank's savings department.

  To put it simply, the work of a guide is to guide. When a customer walks into a bank, the guide, no matter how unhappy they are, must have a smiling face and ask if they want to deposit or withdraw money, pay electricity bills or apply for a card, and then lead the customer to a certain counter or help them get a number, letting them wait at ease.

  Of course, the guide is not formally employed by the bank and is almost like a temporary worker. In terms of income, treatment, and face, they are inferior to the staff sitting at the counter, with a monthly salary of 2,500 yuan, without food and accommodation.

  (By the way, this income is far more than what online writers can earn; rant over.)

  Normally, he would see her at most once a month, only occasionally running into her when he went back home to visit his parents.

  He answered the phone as soon as he saw it was a personal call unrelated to work.

  "Hmm?" This was Fang Xian's standard telephone greeting, meaning "please speak", omitting the usual "hello".

  On the other end of the phone, I heard my cousin's sobbing voice, unable to speak clearly and couldn't form complete sentences, it was really pitiful.

  "What's wrong? Speak up!!" Fang Xian's heart sank slightly, although this girl wasn't his biological sister, she was still a relative from their hometown who had come to rely on them. Blood is thicker than water, after all. To be treated like this, could it be that she was being bullied?

  On the other end of the phone was still sobbing, and as she continued crying, a man's scolding voice suddenly came through.

  "Asshole, why aren't you showing off anymore?! Damn it!"

  Fang Xian felt a wave of nausea.

  This kind of verbal abuse, this illogical way of speaking, this unprovoked loud cursing, all point to a specific image of middle-aged people.

  It is said that the King of Hell is easy to get along with, but the little ghosts are hard to deal with. Judging from my cousin's current job title, I'm afraid she has encountered a terrifying middle-aged man who likes to scold people on the street. Fang Xian has some understanding of this type of person in the imperial capital. These guys are purely soft and afraid of the strong, the more they want to bully someone, the more they will go all out to bully them, but when they encounter a fierce person, they don't even dare to breathe heavily.

  My cousin is a service industry worker at the grassroots level, and as an honest Shandong girl, she has no solution when encountering such people.

  The other end of the phone was still transmitting curses, which were words that even mushrooms couldn't type out on a keyboard.

  Fine, really good, so the big masters are bullying a little girl, huh?

  You think our family has no men, huh?

  Fang Xian was a calm person, not easily agitated, but every time he saw such things, he had an inexplicable fire in his heart, let alone the victim being his own cousin.

  On the other end of the phone, there was still only background noise, no one spoke into the receiver, presumably it was my cousin who had secretly dialed this number, and the implication couldn't be clearer.

  Fang Xian's face sank, and he rushed to the two girls, saying: "I'll go out for a while, you two wait honestly for me."

  He continued to listen as he ran out of the phone booth.

  Distant relatives are also relatives, and cousins are also sisters. When others have no one to rely on and run to the imperial capital, how can our old Fang family let them be bullied?

  The spirit in the room exchanged a glance with Moon Like, nodded slightly, and then followed him out with a whip.

  Fang Xian was still listening on the phone and didn't notice the movement behind him.

  The microphone has always been filled with my cousin's sobbing and the scolding of a rough man.

  Fang Xian was getting more and more annoyed as he listened, how could someone scold him like this? Was this person crazy? Didn't anyone care? He shouted into the phone a few times but no one responded, so he hung up and dialed his cousin's savings bank counter landline. At the same time, he rushed towards his cousin's savings bank, which wasn't far away, at most 10 minutes on foot.

  The phone at the savings bank was answered and a woman's voice came on.

  "Hello, JS Bank, N Street Savings Branch."

  "What's wrong, Sister Hu?" Fang Xian asked.

  Fang Xian knew that his cousin was naive and honest, so he came here to protect her from being bullied. When he joined the company, he specially went to invite those people to dinner, so he still had some impression of their voices.

  "I am Hu Mei, who are you?" Hu Mei replied while still hearing the man's curses from that side.

  "Is Fang Fang's brother idle? Is Fang Fang there?"

  "Ah...... you......" Hu Mei's voice was hesitant, "She is in..."

  Fang Xian listened to Hu Mei's tone and roughly guessed what it was about. It should be as he had expected, running into someone who came out to vent their frustrations on service staff after being bullied at home.

  Just like some people who go to eat and like to find fault, pointing at the waiter's nose and scolding them, any service place has such people, even peripheral guides can't escape bad luck.

  In short, those who suffer are all honest people at the bottom.

  "Sister Hu, what's going on?" Fang Xian panted heavily.

  "Hu Mei thought for a moment and then advised: 'Don't get involved in this matter, we'll handle it ourselves.'"

  "I'm impatient by nature, I can hear the sound of scolding from your side, if you don't speak up, I'll just rush over and kill him."

  Hu Mei had no choice but to briefly describe the situation: "Actually, there's nothing much to it, just a customer came to withdraw money, but didn't bring his card, and he insisted on withdrawing it, so he started scolding everyone from the bank staff to the police station to the State Council."

  "Is this guy crazy?"

  Hu Mei continued: "We can all see that he is intentionally picking a fight, so we just ignored him and let him scold, thinking that he would get tired of scolding after a while. But Xiao Fang didn't have much experience, and in the past, she asked people how to deal with it, and after understanding the situation, she said that she could first report the loss of her bank card and then withdraw money."

  "This isn't good enough."

  "You listen to me, that guy said okay, let's report the loss, but he didn't bring his ID. Xiao Fang told him to go back and get it, but he refused. Don't know what kind of illness he has, he grabbed onto Xiao Fang and wouldn't let go, cursing nonstop."

  Fang Xian listened and became angry again, not to mention the man's character and IQ, but with so many staff in the savings bank, didn't anyone go to help Fang Fang out of trouble? I don't know if she was really a Shandong girl.

  Fang Xian suppressed his anger and asked: "How long has this been going on?"

  "It's been more than half an hour..."

  "Asshole." Fang Xian hung up the phone in anger and quickened his pace. If he hadn't hung up, he would have been scolded instead.

  That meal was a waste of money, Fang Xian has been in the workplace for two years and knows this all too well.

  This kind of person is a mad dog, whoever gets involved with him will be unlucky. Generally, bank employees don't dare to go and persuade him, they just point at him and tell him to leave on his own. Fang Xian invited these people to dinner just to ask them to take care of his cousin, help out in times like this. But who knew, these goods still did what they wanted, letting others humiliate his cousin's face.

  He didn't even realize he had started running, and his speed had increased dramatically. At this point, he couldn't care less about maintaining a cool image, so he undid the top button of his shirt and sprinted all the way.