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"Anyway, those Batteries are all new. If I steal them back and take out the batteries inside, I can sell them for quite a bit of money," he said.
I was speechless. This old man really had some wild ideas. The recycling station doesn't accept used batteries, so he goes to steal Batteries. It's truly ridiculous.
The old man continued, "I've stolen a few times without getting caught, but this time, my neighbor found out."
"They beat me up and demanded that I pay them money, but those Batteries weren't stolen by me."
I was even more confused. "If you didn't steal them, then who did?"
The old man's eyes shifted. "It was my daughter who stole them. She opened an Electric Bike repair shop and specializes in selling Electric Bicycle Batteries."
"A while ago, she asked me to steal some Batteries to help her out with her shop so she could make more money."
Now I understood. It turned out to be a father-daughter scheme. No wonder the old man was so skilled at stealing Batteries; he had a professional background.
I asked, "Why doesn't your daughter steal them herself?"
The old man sighed. "She's too busy at her shop, and being a woman, it's dangerous for her to go steal Batteries in case she gets caught."
I was at a loss for words. Was it not dangerous for this old man to steal Batteries? Besides, he was an old man.
"Where is your daughter now?"
The old man's eyes shifted again. "Something happened at her shop, so she can't come."
"Young man, I see you're a good person. Please help me out."
"Those people are forcing me to pay them money. If I don't give them the money, they'll send me to the police station."
"I really don't want to go to jail. At my age, if I go in, will I even make it out alive?"
As he spoke, the old man began to cry again. He said he was forced to steal a battery because of his daughter's situation. He also mentioned that his family was not well off and he had no money to compensate the neighbor.
"Your daughter runs an electric bike repair shop; how could you not have money?" I asked.
The old man explained that the business was not doing well and had been losing money. If that were the case, then he should just close the shop for good. But the old man insisted that the shop was his daughter's dream and could not be shut down.
"Your daughter has a dream, so why are you out stealing batteries?" I questioned.
He clarified that his daughter's dream was to be a boss, not to steal batteries. I asked him, "How do you want me to help you?"
The old man replied, "Can you help me with some money? After all, you're young, and making money is easy for you."
I was at a loss for words. His demands were frustrating me. Annoyed, I took out my phone and said, "You want to borrow money? Fine, I'll call the police to help you."
Upon hearing that I would call the police, the old man immediately stood up. He glared at me fiercely and turned to leave.
"Hey, don't go! Aren't you trying to borrow money?" I shouted at his retreating figure.
The old man ignored me and quickly disappeared into the crowd. The onlookers, seeing there was nothing more to watch, dispersed as well. Only I remained standing there, bewildered and confused.
I couldn't understand what this old man really meant. Was he truly trying to borrow money? But his method of asking for help seemed too strange.
I arrived at work filled with confusion, and as soon as I got to the office, my manager called me into his office. He threw a resignation letter in front of me, his expression grim, and said, "What is this about?"
I picked up the resignation letter and glanced at it, only to realize it was written by me. However, I had no recollection of writing it.
"I don't know," I replied.
The manager snorted coldly, "You better not know."
As I left his office, a sense of foreboding grew stronger within me. That old man surely had more tricks up his sleeve.
Sure enough, during lunch, I encountered that old man again. I was eating at a fast-food restaurant downstairs when he suddenly sat down across from me.
I looked up at him and asked, "What do you want?"
He remained silent, just staring at me. Feeling uneasy under his gaze, I put down my chopsticks and bluntly asked, "What do you really want?"
The old man pulled out his phone and displayed a video for me. The video showed the scene from that morning when he had knelt before me.
I said coldly, "What do you intend to do with this video?"
The old man grinned widely, revealing a sinister smile. "Of course, it's to deal with you."
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