newbobooks Chapter 514: It’s just a divorce, what’s so difficult about it!
Chapter 514: It’s just a divorce, what’s so difficult about it!
"That's right!" the man with the gold chain chimed in, "After the divorce, the house and savings will be yours. Wouldn't it be nice to find someone younger?"
Amidst the laughter of several people, Zhang Wei's knuckles turned white as he gripped the wine glass. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed. "Let's discuss this matter... later."
The door of the box creaked open, and the woman was wearing a floral polyester shirt, her hair was fluffy and wavy, and the army green canvas bag she carried across her body swayed slightly with her steps.
A corner of the hem of her white coat peeked out from her bag, and the Shanghai watch on her wrist shone coldly under the light.
Zhang Wei's hand holding the enamel pot was shaking slightly. The woman in front of him had almond-shaped eyes, which were three times more lively than the most beautiful beauties in New Year paintings he had ever seen.
"Cousin, I just finished the operating room." The woman took the enamel bowl handed to her by Lao Zhou and picked up the pickled cabbage vermicelli with her slender fingers: "I performed three appendectomy operations today. I can't even lift my arms."
She glanced at Zhang Wei casually, her lips dimpled: "Who is this?"
Lao Zhou patted Zhang Wei's back heavily:
"The technical backbone of our machinery factory!
Lao Zhang is an eighth-level fitter, and he's very skillful!"
The woman bit her steamed bread and chuckled, her cheeks flushed. "He looks down-to-earth, much better than those slick-talking interns in our hospital."
After the woman walked away in her plastic sandals, Lao Zhou took out a Daqianmen cigarette from the aluminum cigarette box, lit it, and squinted his eyes and said:
"He's from the Department of Surgery at the Municipal Hospital and graduated from a legitimate medical school.
The number of people chasing after her is so high that they can line up all the way to the department store. You should get rid of that wife at home right away."
Old Zhou picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and chewed it slowly. He glanced at Zhang Wei's tense face and said, "Last month, the son of the director of the textile factory came to her house with two bottles of Moutai to propose marriage, but he wouldn't even let him in."
He paused, then deliberately slammed his wine glass down on the table, causing the peanuts on the plate to bounce. "What they want is a real man, not a coward."
Zhang Wei swallowed and said, "I'll go to the street office this afternoon!"
He suddenly gulped down a mouthful of wine, his eyes reddened by the spicy taste: "It's just a divorce, what's so difficult about it!"
The private room erupted in laughter, and the young man in the bell-bottom pants whistled. Old Zhou narrowed his eyes and patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder: "Now that's what a man should be! As soon as you get your divorce certificate, I'll arrange for you to go to the movies right away."
Zhang Wei had not yet recovered from what happened during the day, and his mind was full of the image of that beautiful woman.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. That afternoon, he ran to Gu Mobai's house and banged on the door.
Gu Mobai opened the door, and Zhang Wei yelled at the top of his lungs, "Call Zheng Qiaoqiao out! I must divorce her today!"
Zheng Qiaoqiao followed Gu Mobai out, her eyes red. Lin Panpan said, "Divorce just like that? You want to divorce now? No way."
Zhang Wei glared and cursed: "It's my own wife, it's not your place to interfere whether I divorce her or not!"
Lin Panpan beside him folded his arms and sneered:
"This marriage isn't that easy to divorce. You need to pay monthly child support to the three children, give half of the family savings to Qiaoqiao, and transfer the house to her name.
If you do this, I will let her get a divorce from you."
Zhang Wei's neck stiffened, his face flushed red. "Dream on! That house was left to me by my father. Why should I give it to this yellow-faced woman?"
Old Zhou quickly grabbed his arm and said in a low voice, "Isn't it just an old house? There are two grocery stores at the corner of your alley. Why not just give it to her?"
"Why?" Zhang Wei shook off Lao Zhou's hand: "Even though the shop is shabby, it can still collect dozens of yuan in rent every month!"
Old Zhou stamped his feet anxiously:
"A shop is only worth a few thousand yuan now, and my cousin isn't after money.
Divorce early, how long can my cousin wait for you?"
Zhang Wei paced back and forth, the soles of his shoes rustling on the concrete floor.
He thought of the smiling face of the woman in the floral dress, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll do as you say. I'll give her a shop and twenty yuan a month for living expenses. When can we get a divorce?"
Lin Panpan took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and slapped it on the table:
“Words are not enough, sign the agreement first.
Once the shop is transferred to Qiaoqiao’s name, we’ll go to the street office to get the official seal.”
She glanced at Zhang Wei's tense face and added, "If you dare to play tricks, you'll never get a divorce in your lifetime."
Zhang Wei was really anxious. The woman today was really beautiful.
The red divorce certificate was held in Zhang Wei's hand, and the corners were wrinkled by him.
He glanced at the crying child in Zheng Qiaoqiao's arms and snorted coldly:
"Look at how slovenly you are, bringing three burdens with you and still want to tie me down?
Open your eyes and look, I am a bachelor now! I can have any woman I want in the future."
Old Zhou patted Zhang Wei on the back and laughed heartily: "That's right! Let's go to the state-owned restaurant, I'll treat you!"
He winked and lowered his voice, "My cousin will be here after her night shift. Don't be too nervous to speak then."
In a state-owned restaurant, Zhang Wei tilted his head back and drank half a bowl of Erguotou, his eyes red from the spiciness.
As he was wiping his mouth, the door curtain was lifted and a woman in a floral dress walked in holding a white coat, with beads of sweat on her temples.
"The operation just ended." She sat down across from Zhang Wei, the Shanghai watch on her wrist jingling against the glass. "I heard that Brother Zhang is free again?"
Zhang Wei's throat tightened and he reached for the teapot in a hurry, but knocked the cup lid to the ground.
Old Zhou kicked him and squinted his eyes, saying, "Old Zhang is a golden bachelor now. There are so many girls waiting in line at the machinery factory!"
Laughter broke out at the table. Zhang Wei looked at the woman and suddenly felt that even the air was sweet.
After a few drinks, Old Zhou's cousin put the glass on the table and said, "Just drinking is boring. Why don't we go back to the old place?"
Old Zhou smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits, and he slapped his thigh: "Exactly what I want! I'll take you to a nice place!"
He turned and raised his eyebrows at Zhang Wei, "Old Zhang, do you dare to see it?"
Zhang Wei's face flushed crimson, and he couldn't even speak straight. "How can I not go if you guys are going? Who are you looking down on?"
The group staggered out of the hotel, and Lao Zhou took out his car keys and unlocked a shiny Santana.
Zhang Wei had never ridden in such a nice car before, and he drooled as he touched the leather seats.
The car drove on the asphalt road for more than half an hour, turned into a small road lined with sycamore trees, and saw a large courtyard with green bricks and gray tiles in the distance. On a golden plaque was written the three big characters "Juxianzhuang".
After entering the yard, Zhang Wei's eyes widened.
There are pavilions and towers inside, small boats floating on the artificial lake, and billiard tables and ping-pong tables on the shore.
Walking further in, there was actually a karaoke room with colorful lights flashing and Teresa Teng's songs playing on the speakers.
Old Zhou led everyone through the winding corridor, pushed open a carved wooden door, and walked down half a floor along the spiral staircase.
As soon as Zhang Wei stepped down the last step, he was shocked by the heat wave and noise.
The underground space, which is as big as a basketball court, is brightly lit and rows of slot machines are clicking.
More than twenty gambling tables were filled with people, and the sound of chips colliding and dice shaking mixed with the smell of cigarettes hit the head.