Chapter 395: Flourishing

Imagine: faced with the relentless pressure of a harsh creditor, a weak, pitiful, and helpless victim sheds tears, abandons their dignity, and begs bitterly, yet receives no concession. Under the rising interest, even if they sell their family property, sell their organs, and sell their children, they still can't pay off the mountain-like debt, finally crying out in despair on the street, dying... What a tear-jerking story, what an infuriating result.

It would be best to add some violent collection scenes, yes, have a few more people die, preferably young people or children, with photos or videos even better.

That way, it could naturally be used as a basis to stir up a new storm. I don't know how many people were already rubbing their hands, unable to wait to join this game, just like piranhas swarming up to gnaw a whale’s cub into a skeleton.

When a whale falls, everything lives.

Truly a beautiful virtue, a beautiful scene, a beautiful story.

It’s just a pity that the story had only just begun, and it seemed to be over afterward.

It’s as if a humble serf prayed to the landlord to delay for a few days to have a good year, but the landlord waved his hand: Hey, what a big deal, don't say anything, you can pay whenever you want. Oh, right, the new year is coming, take these two bags of rice, and take half a pig when you leave, to nourish the children... From then on, everyone lived a happy life.

Is this right?

Is it like this?

The story isn't written like that, okay!

What about the conflict? What about the struggle? Without a villain, without a struggle, how can I write the long chapters that follow, how can I make money with my scenes?

For a time, looking at that gentle and calm face, not just Feng Yao, everyone was stunned, looking at each other.

Unbelievable.

Even the young man who originally wanted to take out a blood letter and cry and howl in front of the reporter’s camera next door was stunned, subconsciously looking at Feng Yao.

No, how do you want me to pick up this scene? Why isn't he following the script?

He changed the lines!

"...Really?"

In the long silence, Feng Yao’s expression was stiff, suspicious, glancing at the collector’s face, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Otherwise? Do you want me to force you to sell your children?"

The collector laughed himself: "We Coast are a legitimate enterprise, paying taxes and abiding by the law, how could we collect violently? I came here to notify you, surely I wouldn't put a knife to someone’s neck to ask for money, right?"

"Then... then you..."

Feng Yao swallowed, looked at the soldiers with live ammunition and armed to the teeth outside, unable to understand.

You brought the manpower and equipment to raid a house, just to send a notice, isn't that a bit too much?

"Oh, this... it’s what our boss said."

The collector smiled honestly: "We Coast have always been people-oriented. No matter when or where, the safety and life of employees are put first. It’s relatively chaotic outside the city recently. We people go out, and we must follow the standards. If we can settle the debt, wouldn't it be convenient to escort you back together?"

Feng Yao suddenly realized, nodding like a garlic masher.

So that’s it, so that’s it, you’re right.

At least on the surface it was like this. As for how to ponder in his heart, that was another matter.

Just when his thoughts were turning, he suddenly heard the collector’s words: "Also, there is one more thing..."

In an instant, everyone’s movements stalled.

Feng Yao’s heart instantly rose to his throat, his eyes wide.

The meat of the story, finally here!

In his heart, there was a burst of joy and expectation: It’s the Coast after all, pretending for so long, finally couldn't help it, right? Quick, expose your true face...

Then, he saw the collector’s expression difficult to hide his sadness, shaking his head helplessly.

Sighing at the sky.

"Actually, it’s not just you, the days outside the city are not good, everyone’s days are not easy recently. The good days of the Coast are also coming to an end."

He sighed with emotion: "During the rainy season, you heard about the water ghost thing, right? So many pirates rushing toward Haizhou, Xinquan bore the brunt, suffered heavy losses, the entire factory area has been beaten to pieces, and now production can't recover, and expenses are getting bigger and bigger. To tell you the truth, we are already insolvent."

As if meeting a bosom friend, he grabbed Feng Yao’s hand and started to pour

out his bitterness: "Now the situation and situation of the Coast are truly hard to describe. We are only relying on recovering a little debt to barely maintain it, but many assets have started to be sold off. You might have heard that yesterday, in order to rebuild the factory area, the boss even sold the tricycle production line to others..."

That rush of bitterness, sadness, and pain was so familiar.

At this moment, it was just like that moment back then.

Making him astonished, and then angry—you f*cker, you’re using my moves to deal with me?!

Who doesn't know how to cry poor!

Come, let’s cry together, let’s see who can cry better!

Today I’m going to let you see the ability of the wilderness legend, the King of Defaulting!

For a time, in the gloomy meeting room, Feng Yao had shed tears again, complaining continuously, and when it came to the sad part, he couldn't help but hug the collector and cry together.

Cry!

Tears aren't worth money anyway.

Anyway, after today, I’ll start cleaning up the family property, roll up the valuables and transfer assets, and prepare to run away. Who cares about you!

"Brother, you’re not easy either." He choked and held the collector’s hand: "Don't worry, the Coast doesn't let me down, and I will absolutely not let the Coast down. We are always of one heart with the Coast. As long as we live a good life, it’s better than anything. After the autumn plowing, I’ll take people to the Coast to tighten screws!"

"Oh, that’s not necessary."

The collector shook his head and declined, making Feng Yao blank for a moment, "I might not have made it clear just now. We have already started selling off assets. Besides the production lines for tricycles and motorcycles, there are also debt relationships?? Forced by the situation, many debts that cannot be repaid can only be bundled together and sold cheaply."

He stroked Feng Yao’s calloused hands, admiring his astonished expression, and said earnestly: "Thank you for your concern, I won't come next time."

He said, "Let’s meet again if fate allows."

"What?" Feng Yao was blank.

"Come, today is just right, everyone is here, let me introduce one—"

The collector stood up and pointed to the middle-aged man beside him who had been silent and smoking from the beginning: "This is Mr. Zhu, the representative of Wanli Finance who intends to acquire your debt. Mr. Zhu, this is Mr. Feng Yao."

[Garbled text]

Boss Zhu smoked, nodded casually, and through the curling smoke, glanced at Feng Yao.

Then coldly withdrew his gaze.

Didn't care at all.

That look...

Made Feng Yao feel cold all over.

It was like looking at a piece of fish on a chopping board, looking for a place to cut...

Wait, Wanli Finance? Which Wanli? Seems to have heard of it, seems to be the investment department under the Hangzhou Group? The one in Yacheng?

Then isn't that...

That instant, Feng Yao felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

————Wilderness Market!!!!

"What do you think?" The collector turned to look at Mr. Zhu.

Mr. Zhu pinched out his cigarette and nodded: "Okay, no problem."

And so, the collector’s expression became more enthusiastic: "Then let’s sign the contract?"

Mr. Zhu nodded.

"Wait!"

Feng Yao stood up subconsciously, wanting to stop it: "Wait a minute..."

But no one paid attention to him.

In fact, no one cared.

Right on this dilapidated table in the settlement, the collector took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, one copy for each, and a signature pen.

Sign on the sixth, ninth, and tenth pages, press fingerprints on the appendix, stamp, and then add the cross-page official seal.

The handover was so fast, smooth, and flowing.

As if it had been repeated who knows how many times.

After signing the last word, Mr. Zhu stood up slowly and shook hands: "Happy cooperation."

"Happy, happy."

The collector smiled enthusiastically, "Before coming, Boss Gou told me that Boss Zhu does things straightforwardly!"

"You’re too polite. Brother Mao ordered that Mr. Ji’s business is his business, and Mr. Ji’s requirements must be done according to Boss Chen’s requirements."

Mr. Zhu, who was not polite, smiled at the collector, "After this busy period, I’ll host a feast to celebrate."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

The two finished the process, the collector blew the ink on the paper, put the contract into the briefcase, and lifted it: "Then I won't disturb you anymore, there are two more notices to send."

"Walk slowly." Mr. Zhu bid farewell, like a master, sending the guest to the door.

The collector finally turned back, looked at the stunned crowd, and even Feng Yao, who seemed to have finally understood and whose face was gradually turning pale, and then, finally, grinned.

Waving goodbye.

"See you later, everyone."

Hmm, if we can still meet in the future...

And as the collector went away, the armored vehicle disappeared with a roar, the atmosphere in the entire settlement became more oppressive, as heavy as death.

Clearly, the crowd that dared to rise up against the Coast’s armed clearing team just now, but now, looking at the unarmed person walking toward them step by step, they all couldn't help but want to retreat.

In the dead silence, Mr. Zhu sat back in the main seat, opened the silver cigarette case again, and the crisp sound of the lighter spread, making everyone’s eyelids jump wildly.

"HUH——————"

Under the pale sunlight outside the window, the smoke rose, blurring that face.

"Speak, come up with a plan."

Mr. Zhu glanced at Feng Yao, who was silent as a cicada, and smiled suddenly: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen is not an unreasonable person. If there are any difficulties, he will definitely be able to understand everyone.

I guess, he must also really want to know..."

Mr. Zhu glanced at the blank, pale faces, his smile bone-chilling: "What kind of hero dares to owe money to the Wilderness Market?"

Gulp...

In the dead silence, only the sound of swallowing saliva remained.

So harsh.

Looking at those eyes without any smile, Feng Yao’s expression twitched. At this moment, only one question remained...

Is it too late to pay back the money now?

"...Oh, it’s too late."

"The boss went to Yacheng today, I’m really sorry??"

"Sorry, our company’s tenet is never to interfere with the private space of members. Phone harassment is strictly prohibited during off-hours, yes, even for the boss. Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday, we will convey it to you on Monday..."

"I will convey it for you, yes, you can contact his private assistant, Ms. Isis will make an appointment for you... Next year? That’s really no way... Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Pay back money? Sorry, this business is currently closed. No way, I really can't get in touch. Why don't you wait a bit longer?

Oh my, it’s too much, how can it be like this?!

Don't worry, when the boss comes back, I’ll tell him immediately... Next time for sure!"

And in the newly built office, Boss Gou, the newly appointed general manager of Messenger Logistics, hung up the phone from another settlement, forgetting the tearful complaints from the other end.

Lowered his head, looking at another payment from Wanli Finance on the screen, and happily picked up the enamel jar and took a sip of tea.

Turned back, looking at the dust rising from construction sites under the scorching sun outside the window, and suddenly beamed.

Our business is flourishing, flourishing...

The boss has a way after all!

We Coast are a legitimate enterprise, how can we do violent collection? Besides, isn't there a professional person next to us?

Such a large amount of bad debt, sold to the Wilderness Market, solved the problem in three or two strokes, and one payment after another flowed back. This account book was immediately much more generous.

The financial situation, which had been stretched thin due to the expansion of Xinquan, the early investment of the shipyard, and the money-burning efficiency of the workshop like a crematorium and the bottomless pit of capital demand, was greatly eased.

Aren't these days getting better?!

As for those settlements that didn't want to pay back money, didn't want to die, and didn't want to go to the factory to tighten screws, whether they were treated to a feast or beheaded or accepted as dogs in the hands of the Wilderness Market, it had nothing to do with the Coast.

We are doing serious business!

With the end of the rainy season, during the few months when Factory Manager Ji was 'overworked' and 'recuperating from illness', the development of Coast Industry showed

a vigorous trend.

Current sales have broken through the scope of Haizhou, exported to the Thousand Islands and Middle Earth, and tricycles and tractors have been sold to the Red State. It is well-known, and the sacrificial king said that this thing is easier to use than a rake after plowing the land!

The situation is opening up, and it is the time to strike while the iron is hot.

Since the resumption of work these days, from top to bottom, from office clerks to workers in the factory, almost everyone who can breathe is using double wages and bonuses like nuclear-powered donkeys, and manpower is in short supply.

At this juncture, there is no need to show mercy to those who still want to play tricks with the Coast.

If you don't follow the rules of the right path, then follow the rules of the Wilderness Market.

Chen Xingzhou was worried that he couldn't strengthen his influence and expand the scope of the Yacheng Wilderness Market. Naturally, he wouldn't let go of such dogs who came to the door to sell themselves. He didn't blink when paying, and then scattered his godchildren who had hardened wings one by one to arrange employment.

At the same time, the development of Messenger Logistics received support from Yacheng and Chaocheng, the two largest central cities in Haizhou, and received countless green lights beyond expectations.

Of course, in this process, more and more people participated, but Ji Jue didn't care about the dilution of those shares, and instead accepted everyone.

Just like that, under much support and investment, the once small-scale coverage network began to expand and develop continuously.

If the transport channels connecting the two central cities and seven small cities were the main arteries, then now countless tiny roots

were like tiny blood vessels outside the main arteries, gradually growing through the wilderness, entwining around many small cities, towns, and even settlements...

Now in the wilderness, countless settlements and towns were like small dots, and the links between them were as fragile as spider silk.

It only took a big wind to come, and those small dots would be precarious, and the spider silk would be scattered, but instead, under the connection of settlers and scavengers, they were reconnected in ways beyond expectations.

And under the catalysis of Messenger Logistics and massive tricycles, the speed was ridiculously fast, showing a certain alternative toughness and stability.

And so, a bizarre situation appeared in Haizhou.

Clearly, the relationship between the Heavenly Origin and the White Deer had always been one of ebb and flow since ancient times, but with the development of Coast Industry and Messenger Logistics, both the Heavenly Origin and the White Deer had won big.

After the last rainstorm, the entire Haizhou seemed to have become flourishing.

From the City Hall and Governor’s Mansion in the city, to the settlers and scavengers in the wilderness, and even countless citizens and practitioners related to this in between, everyone’s days were getting better!

Including Ji Jue, who had inexplicably broken his legs more than ten times in the Xinxin Sanatorium and had been lying down as the MVP...

After Dr. Xie looked at the medical record, he finally waved his hand and signed his name: "Discharge!"

Including Ji Jue, who had already inexplicably broken his legs over a dozen times in the Xinxin Sanatorium and ended up lying there as the MVP...

After looking over the medical records, Dr. Xie finally waved a hand and signed his name: "Discharged!"