Chapter 376 Bloody Disaster
Lin Xinyi stood up resolutely, ready to fundamentally solve the problem of low air conditioner temperature.
Hui Yuan Ai was silent for a while.
She was not annoyed by this, because she was somewhat used to her boyfriend's reaction.
He should have expected that Lin Xinyi would make such a move.
Sure enough, we can't expect such an idiot to take the initiative.
"Wait." Haiyuan Ai called out to her boyfriend calmly.
"Huh?" Lin Xinyi stopped and looked back at his girlfriend.
"cold."
Haiyuan Ai bluntly said such a pitiful word.
I saw her body shrinking further while trembling slightly:
First, he touched his arms tremblingly, then simply took off his obstructive open-toed sandals, and retracted his short legs, which could not reach the ground, back onto the seat.
The cold air from the air conditioner was still blowing, and Miss Haiyuan was in this cool air, pitifully hugging her exposed calves and burying her chin tightly between her knees.
Like an exquisite and lovely mimosa, curled up into a small ball.
Although she is just blowing the air conditioner, looking at the current little Miss Haiyuan, people will always think of the little match girl.
It seemed that she couldn't bear the cold anymore and couldn't wait any longer. She needed someone to open her arms and bring warmth to her door now.
The kid Mitsuhiko on the side wanted to recommend himself.
But let alone taking action, he didn't even have time to form the picture in his mind.
Then he bumped into Haihara's cold gaze, as if he was seeing contamination from bacteria in a petri dish, which completely shattered the illusion in his heart.
Haiyuan Ai made no secret of her intention to drive this light bulb away.
At the same time, he sucked his slightly blocked nose and said to Lin Xinyi almost explicitly:
"This theater is so big, even if the air conditioner is turned up, it won't be warm for a while."
"And now I feel cold."
"This" Lin Xinyi was stunned for a moment and immediately blamed himself: "I'm sorry, I didn't even consider this for you."
He came back with a distressed look on his face, and with masculine and warm heat radiation, he slowly leaned down in front of Haiyuan Ai, getting closer and closer to her.
"Finally I'm enlightened." Haiyuan felt very tired.
She is ready to welcome her boyfriend's warm embrace——
As a result, I was greeted by a warm breeze.
Before Haihara Ai could react, he put on a large suit jacket with lingering warmth.
"You put on my coat first, so you don't get cold."
Lin Xinyi is like the old father who secretly tucks his child in in the elementary school composition.
He carefully hid the curled up little ball in the large suit jacket, and carefully and patiently tucked her in so that her shoulders and feet would not be exposed to the cold.
"So be it."
Lin Xinyi patted the "big rice dumpling" wrapped by himself with satisfaction:
"I'll get someone to turn the temperature up."
"Sit here and don't move. Cover yourself with clothes."
With that said, he stood up and left without looking back.
Haibara Ai:"."
"never mind."
Feeling the warmth on the coat, Haiyuan Ai sighed helplessly:
"That's not bad."
She lay down comfortably and waited for Lin Xinyi to come back.
"Haihara-san." Mitsuhiko stood there nervously, clutching the buttons of his coat nervously.
He seemed to want to imitate Lin Xinyi's actions and also send some warmth to Miss Haiyuan.
"Go away."
Haiyuan Ai didn't even raise his eyelids:
"Instead of struggling here, it's better to go find Ayumi."
"Such vulgar tricks can only be used against primary school students."
"Alas" Mitsuhiko's face turned red, as if he was embarrassed to admit his fraternity: "What Ayumi? I don't have any feelings for her."
But Haiyuan Ai just said lightly:
"If you don't go, Conan will beat you to it."
"." The kid Guangyan was silent for a while.
He turned around silently and took off his coat: "Ayumi, are you, are you cold?"
Lin Xinyi walked outside the screening room, preparing to talk to the staff about the air conditioner.
Not long after he came out, and within a few steps, he bumped into Mr. Zhang Tian, who had also come out of the screening room at some point, and the theater owner, old Muramatsu, who was surrounded by several employees.
The two of them were arguing fiercely.
“What do you mean by not selling if you don’t sell?!”
Mr. Zhang Tian’s cheeks were completely distorted in excitement:
"Why did you change your mind at this time when you agreed to sell the theater to me?"
"Sorry." Boss Muramatsu replied with a little apology, neither humble nor overbearing:
"I changed my mind and plan to renovate this theater and continue to operate it."
"What? Keep running the business?!"
"Are you crazy?" Mr. Zhang Tian's expression was extremely ferocious: "Boss Muramatsu, have you ever thought about how much money you will have to spend to renovate and operate such a small theater with backward facilities?"
"I've thought about it."
Boss Muramatsu’s attitude remains firm:
"At my age, money doesn't matter anymore."
"I want to keep the theater open just so that I can continue working with everyone."
"You?!" Mr. Zhang Tian was almost driven crazy:
The boss doesn't want to think about how to increase the value of capital, but he actually talks about feelings with his employees?
He was so angry that he wanted to curse.
But the villain Mr. Zhang Tian, who was extremely arrogant before and even blatantly sought out gangsters to cause trouble, was now filled with anger, but instead became weaker:
"Boss Muramatsu, don't be so impulsive."
"This theater is completely a negative asset in your hands. You will suffer a big loss if you keep it!"
"I was wrong before. I was wrong. I shouldn't have lowered the price with you in such a bad way."
"Okay, I won't lower the price anymore. How about the theater buying it at the price we negotiated at the beginning?"
Zhang Tianzhengji begged Boss Muramatsu in such a soft voice, completely losing his previous ruffianism.
In fact, seeing a middle-aged man whining and begging helplessly made people feel a little pitiful.
What's happening here?
Lin Xinyi was puzzled, and so were Muramatsu’s boss and employees:
How could the domineering real estate developer who was like a demon king become so weak now?
Amid everyone's puzzled looks, Haruta Masaji himself told the answer.
He saw that no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer persuade Muramatsu to sell the theater. In desperation, he simply sold it:
"I'm sorry it was all my fault before!"
"I can't help it. I'm really cornered."
"Now those loan sharks are banging on my door every day, threatening my wife and daughter, and forcing me to take money to repay the debt."
"I must complete this acquisition in order to make money and temporarily deal with those moneylending vampires!"
Masaji Harada begged the boss Muramatsu in pain and helplessness:
It turned out that his situation was indeed miserable.
Even worse than this old movie theater that cannot make ends meet.
No matter how miserable the movie theater is, it just doesn't make money, but Haruda Masaji owed a huge debt and was almost forced to go to the rooftop.
How could he, a real estate developer, be so miserable?
If you think about the collapse of the bubble economy a few years ago, you can roughly imagine the spectacular scene of Japan's housing prices plummeting by 70%.
At that time, when the bubble was developing and prospering, the streets and alleys were filled with loan advertisements, advocating early consumption, financing loans, and risk-taking leverage.
Zhang Tianzhengji also believed in the evil deeds of those vampires. He was greedy and borrowed a large sum of money to speculate in real estate and land.
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"Now I'm going to be forced to have my family destroyed!"
"Boss Muramatsu, you have pity on me."
"Sell the theater to me. If I can't make any more money now, those guys will kill my wife and children!"
Masaji Harada completely revealed his true colors.
An arrogant rogue real estate developer turned out to be just a poor guy on the road to desperation.
Boss Muramatsu's expression changed slightly when he was told that, and he seemed to be a little soft-hearted.
But those theater employees sneered at this:
"That's enough! You bastard invited some gangsters to come over to cause trouble, and now you still have the nerve to pretend to be pitiful?"
"It turned out that the boss was sure that he wanted to sell the theater, so he became so arrogant that he used such despicable means to suppress the price."
"Now that I know the boss doesn't want to sell, I know how to be humble and win sympathy - don't you think it's a little late?"
"Boss, you must not be soft-hearted!"
"I"
Zhang Tianzhengci felt lost for a while:
He really wanted to say that he was actually not a gangster after all.
If it weren't for the loan sharks who were about to squeeze him dry, he wouldn't have made his appearance so ugly in order to make more money to pay off his debts, or even resort to such despicable gangster methods.
But whatever the reason, he's a bad guy now.
He did indeed do the kind of bad things that people hate and dogs hate, and he was so despicable that it made people sick.
It is obviously quite ridiculous to hurt someone first and then beg for mercy from the other person.
"Feel sorry."
Boss Muramatsu really chose to refuse.
Although he is prone to sentimentality as he gets older, he is not a holy mother after all:
"I won't sell this theater."
"As for Mr. Zhang Tian, there is no need for you to come again in the future."
With that said, Boss Muramatsu turned away, leaving Mr. Zhang Tian standing there in despair.
Before leaving the other party behind, he deliberately stopped and turned back to Mr. Zhang Tian and said:
"If you want to watch a movie, just stay here and watch it today."
"You can get food and drinks from the front desk. If you want to take a rest, there are sofas and beds in the employee lounge."
"If this makes it easier for you, you're welcome."
"These days, it's not easy for everyone."
Boss Muramatsu sighed deeply, turned around and left.
Mr. Zhang Tian was left in despair.
"Oh shit!"
He was furious and punched the wall next to him.
The wall is fine, just -1 armor.
On the contrary, it was him who drew blood from his fingers.
"Oh the bloody disaster."
Zhang Tianzhengci looked at Lin Xinyi aside with red eyes.
He seemed to be cursing or laughing at himself, venting his despair with a crazy roar:
"Kid, your calculations are so accurate!"
"enough!"
Lin Xinyi had no interest in showing sympathy to this self-inflicted middle-aged gangster.
He glanced at the other party coldly, and left without looking back just like the others:
"At least you're alive now."
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