Fiction: Group 3
"Sign here, my best friend," he passed me his pen. When I wanted to look at it, I was drunk and fell
asleep. I did not sign it.
When I woke up in the morning, I was on the sofa of my house. There was a contract on my dining
table. I did not remember if I had signed it or not but my signature was there.
I knew it. It was a trap or it was a big gift from my friend. Anyway, I did not sign this contract, so I
should ask my friend about it.
When I went to get my car, I saw a poor beggar asking for money. He was wearing dirty clothes, looked
shabby and hungry. I was a bit touched by his poor situation, but I only had $100 in my pocket. I did not
hesitate, as I could take my money from the bank later, so I gave him all I had.
When this beggar looked at the $100 banknote, he was very happy and said "Thank you" to me.
"You are welcome," I replied.
"You better go to solve your problem immediately," he warned me. Then, he suddenly looked at me in
my eyes.
I wanted to ask him more questions but I dropped my phone. When I wanted to ask him more questions,
he was gone.
Anyway, I wanted to see my friend, Boris, but I could not reach him either.
"Mr. Lee. Boris quit our company last month. Don't you know?" his secretary, Jenny told me.
"What?"
"He resigned last month," Jenny said.
"Do you know the reason?"
"Sorry, Mr. Lee, I don't know. I am waiting for my new boss to come. I only overheard some people
saying that Boris might have some financial problems."
"I see. Thank you." I left his office and returned to my room. I was puzzled and confused. If he had
financial problem, then why did he give me his factory? Was it a gift or a trap?
While I was pondering what had happened in my room, I felt so hungry, so I went to a fast food
restaurant nearby to buy something to eat.
I was so hungry that I rushed into the restaurant, but just at the time I almost stepped into the restaurant, I
saw the same beggar walking in front of me again. He smiled to me.
"Here is what you need to solve your problem. Good luck, young man," he gave me a small piece of
paper with a number on it.
"What is this number for?" I asked.
He did not answer my question and went away.
After eating something at the restaurant, I used my mobile phone to try to call that number.
"Dongguan Police Station..."
"Sorry, wrong number," I hung up the call.
Then, I wondered why the beggar gave me this number. Did I need to call the police? What for?
I remembered I had a contract with my signature on it even though I had not signed it. I really had better
report it to the police. I ran back to my office and took the contract with me to go to the police station at
once. The police station was just a few blocks away, so I did not bother to drive my car.
The police put all the details I told them on record, and they made a copy of the contract. I did not
return to the office after going to the police station. For what had happened was too much for me, so I
would rather go home to take a rest. I turned on the TV, the news report just started.
"The workers of No. One Textile Factory in Jiangmen are still looking for their boss, Mr. Chan Hoi
Man. They have been looking for their boss for three months for their salary. Some workers are going to
Dongguan to find him, hoping that..."
"Chan Hoi Man? Isn't that Boris' name?"
Luckily, I reported everything to the police. I wanted to give some money to the beggar who had warned
me.
However, I could not find him anymore.
After a few months, I quit my job and joined a charitable organisation. Now, I am a full time project
coordinator at Oxfam. I realise what I truly want in my life.
