Chapter 404

Imagine, facing the pressing of a harsh creditor, the weak, pitiful, and helpless victim sheds tears, abandons dignity, begs bitterly, but gets no concession; under the gradually increasing interest, even if they sell their family property, sell their organs, and sell their children, they can't pay off that mountain-like debt, and finally cry out on the street, dying... what a tear-jerking story, what a result that makes people filled with righteous indignation.

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

This way, one could naturally use this as a basis to set off 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, gnawing the whale's cub into a dry bone.

When a whale falls, all things live.

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

It's just a pity that the story has just begun, and it seems to be gone later.

It's as if a humble serf begged the landlord to allow a few days to have a good year, but the landlord waved his hand: Hey, what a big deal, don't say it, you can pay it back 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 supplement the meat for the children... From then on, everyone lived a happy life.

Is this right?

Is it like this?

The story isn't written like this, okay!

What about the contradictions? What about the conflicts? Without villains, without struggle, how can I write the big long story later, how can I make money relying on my own scenes?

For a time, looking at that warm and calm face, not just Feng Yao, everyone was in a daze, looking at each other.

Unbelievable.

Even the spirit boy 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 take this scene? Why doesn't he follow the script?

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 was amused by himself: "We coast are a legitimate enterprise, paying taxes and abiding by the law, how could we violently collect debts? I came here just to notify, surely I wouldn't put a knife on someone's neck to ask for money?"

"Then... then you..."

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

You brought the people and equipment to raid the house, to send a notice, is it 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 and where, the safety and life of employees are put first, recently it's relatively chaotic outside the city, we people go out, all must follow the standards, if we can settle the debts, isn't it convenient to escort back together?"

Feng Yao suddenly realized, nodding like pounding garlic.

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

At least on the surface it's like this; as for how to ponder in the heart, it's another matter.

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

In an instant, everyone's movements paused.

Feng Yao's heart instantly rose to his throat, his eyes widened.

The meat of the play, finally came!

A burst of joy and expectation in his heart: 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 couldn't hide his sadness, shaking his head helplessly.

Sighing to the sky.

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

He sighed with emotion: "During the rainy season before, you heard about the water ghost thing. So many pirates rushed towards Haizhou, Xinquan bore the brunt, suffered heavy losses, the whole factory area has been beaten to pieces, now production is delayed and cannot be restored, expenses are getting bigger and bigger, to tell you the truth, it's already insolvent."

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

bitterness: "Now the situation and situation of the coast are really hard to say, just relying on recovering a little debt can barely maintain, but many assets have started to be resold, you may have heard, yesterday, the boss in order to rebuild the factory area, even sold the tricycle production line to others..."

That feeling of sorrow, sadness, and heartache rushing to the face was so familiar.

At this moment, it was just like that moment.

Making him stunned, and then angry—you f***, use my moves to deal with me?!

Who doesn't know how to cry poor!

Come, let's cry together, see who can cry better than who!

Today I will let you see the ability of the wasteland legend debt-defaulting king!

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

Cry!

Tears are not valuable.

Anyway, after today, I will start cleaning up the family property, roll up the fine softs to transfer assets, and prepare to run away, who f*** cares about you!

"Old brother, you are not easy either." He choked and held the collector's hand: "Don't worry, the coast won't fail me, and I will definitely not fail the coast, we will always be of one heart with the coast, as long as we live well, it's better than anything. After the autumn plowing, brother I will take people to the coast to tighten screws!"

"Oh, that's not necessary."

The collector shook his head and declined, making Feng Yao stunned for a moment, "I just

said you might not have heard clearly, we have already started selling assets, except for the tricycle and motorcycle production lines, there are debt relationships—forced by the situation, many debts that cannot be repaid can only be packaged together and sold cheaply."

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

He said, "Let's meet again if we have fate."

"What?" Feng Yao was stunned.

"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."

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Boss Zhu smoked and nodded slightly carelessly, glancing at Feng Yao through the curling smoke.

And coldly withdrew his gaze.

Didn't care at all.

Such a look...

Made Feng Yao feel cold all over.

Just like looking at a piece of fish on a chopping board, looking for where to cut...

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

Then isn't that...

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

————Wasteland Market！！！！

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

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

So, the collector's expression became more eager: "Then let's sign the contract?"

Mr. Zhu nodded.

"Wait!"

Feng Yao stood up subconsciously, wanting to stop: "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 the briefcase, in duplicate, and a signature pen.

Signature on the 6th, 9th, 10th pages, appendix with fingerprints, seal, and then stamped with the cross-page official seal.

The handover was so fast, smooth and flowing.

As if it had been repeated countless times.

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

"Happy, happy."

The collector smiled eagerly, "Before coming, Boss Gou told me, Mr. Zhu does things, it's refreshing!"

"You're welcome, Brother Mao ordered, Mr. Ji's business is his

business, Mr. Ji's requirements must be done according to Boss Chen's requirements."

Mr. Zhu, who was not polite, smiled at the collector rarely, "After this busy period, I'll host, let's 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 bother you anymore, there are two more notices to send."

"Walk slowly." Mr. Zhu said goodbye, like a master, sending the guest out the door.

The collector turned back for the last time, looked at the stunned crowd, and even Feng Yao, who finally understood something and whose face gradually turned pale, so, finally, grinned.

Waved goodbye.

"See you later, everyone."

Hmm, if we can still see each other in the future...

And with the collector's departure, the armored vehicle disappeared with a roar, but the atmosphere in the whole settlement became more oppressive, as low as death.

Clearly, the crowd that dared to rise up and resist the coast's armed collection team just now, now looking at the unarmed man walking towards them step by step, 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.

"Hoo——————"

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

"Let's talk, come up with a charter."

Mr. Zhu glanced at Feng Yao, who was silent as a cicada, and smiled: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen is not a person who doesn't talk about reason, 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 stunned and pale faces, his smile was bone-chilling: "What kind of hero dares to owe money to the Wasteland 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 after work hours, yes, even the boss is the same. Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday, we will convey it for 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 has been closed, no way, really can't get in touch, why don't you wait a bit?

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 office that had just been built, the newly appointed general manager of Messenger Logistics, Boss Gou, hung up the phone from another settlement, and forgot the blood and tears accusation on the other end.

Looking down at the payment from Wanli Finance on the screen, he happily picked up the enamel jar and sipped the tea.

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

Our business is booming, booming...

The boss has a way after all!

We coast are a regular enterprise, how can we do violent debt collection? Besides, isn't there professional people beside us?

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

The financial situation, which was originally stretched because of the expansion of Xinquan, the early investment of the shipyard, and the money-burning efficiency like a crematorium and the bottomless pit of capital demand, was also greatly relieved.

These days, didn't they get better?!

As for those settlements that didn't want to pay back money, didn't want to die, and didn't want to enter the factory to tighten screws, whether they were invited to be beheaded or accepted as dogs in the hands of the Wasteland 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 that Factory Director Ji was 'sick from overwork' and 'recuperating from illness', the development of Coast Industry showed

a trend of raging fire.

Current sales have broken through the scope of Haizhou, exported to the Thousand Islands and the Central Plains, tricycles and tractors have been sold to the Red State, which 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 the most scarce.

At this juncture, those who still want to play tricks with the coast don't need to be merciful.

If you don't talk about the rules of the right path, then follow the rules of the Wasteland Market.

Chen Xingzhou was worried about how to strengthen his influence and expand the scope of the Yacheng Wasteland Market; naturally, he wouldn't let go of such dogs who came to the door to sell themselves, didn't blink when paying the bill, and immediately scattered his god-sons and god-daughters whose wings had hardened 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, but instead accepted everyone.

Just like that, under many supports and investments, the originally small-scale coverage network began to expand and develop continuously.

If the transportation channel connecting the two central cities and seven small cities was the main artery, then now countless tiny roots

were like tiny blood vessels outside the main artery, gradually growing through the wasteland, entwined on many small cities, towns, and even settlements...

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

Only a big wind was needed, and those small dots would be shaky, and the spider silk would be scattered, but, they would be reconnected in an unexpected way under the connection of settlement residents and scavengers.

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

Thus, a bizarre situation appeared in Haizhou.

Clearly, the relationship between Tian Tian Yuan and Bai Lu had always been growing and waning since ancient times, but with the development of Coast Industry and Messenger Logistics, both Tian Tian Yuan and Bai Lu won.

After the last rainstorm, the whole Haizhou seemed to have become prosperous.

From the city hall and governor's mansion in the city, to the settlement residents and scavengers in the wasteland, and even countless citizens and practitioners related to this, all days got better!

Including Ji Jue, who had inexplicably broken his legs more than a dozen times in the Xinxin Sanatorium and lay down to become the MVP...

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