Chapter 63: with translation of chapter title

Ye Cheng quickly took out the water heater, changing the subject.

"Why buy a water heater? I can just boil some water; I heard that thing uses a lot of electricity." Jiang Yunxiang looked distressed.

"Sister-in-law, from now on we won't just have a water heater; we'll also build a house, a three-story one, and buy a car—you can rest assured, okay?"

Jiang Yunxiang still hadn't been persuaded, when Xiao Hu, this carefree guy, got excited first: "Brother, what about me? Can my family build a three-story house too?"

"Sure, your family could build a ten-story house, alright."

"Brother, give me a definite answer; my mom said we can only look for a wife after the house is renovated."

"You haven't even finished growing your hair, and you're already thinking about finding a wife."

"It's already grown in, brother, look."

As he said, Xiao Hu, this idiot, actually tried to stand up and take off his pants—he was drunk.

Startled, Jiang Yunxiang hurriedly spat and said, "What are you doing? There are women and children here."

Ye Cheng quickly stood up, grabbed that rascal, and softly scolded, "You've had too much to drink, right?"

"No, brother, I just also want to live in a villa."

"Alright, hurry up and eat; once you're full and asleep, you'll have a villa."

Three men, the half-grown kid eating the old man to death—Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu are both in their prime; they finished all the dishes, still not satisfied, and finally pulled out a few bunches of vegetables from the ground to scald.

This hot pot meal lasted until ten at night; they drank two cases of beer plus a bottle of baijiu, and in the end Ye Cheng himself felt dizzy.

Pulling Xiao Hu along home, as they walked, he suddenly felt inspired, exchanged a glance with Xiao Hu, and the other instantly understood.

The two raised their heads to the sky and suddenly burst into song,

"Sister, boldly walk forward, walk forward.

Don't look back!"

A wolf-like voice tore through the village's silence, as countless curses surged out,

"Courting death, what time is it?"

"The kids still have to go to school; what are you singing for?"

"Who is it? Who's so lacking in virtue, with no sense of public morality?"

Some curses were long-winded, of course there were also short, blunt ones; Ye Cheng just pretended not to hear.

The two lowered their heads, sped up, and hurried back home.

This kind of thing must not be discovered; otherwise they'd be splashed with water.

After returning home, Ye Cheng couldn't be bothered to wash, went straight to bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, and fell asleep.

Youth is great—after drinking that much, he could actually fall asleep.

The night passed without incident; when Ye Cheng woke up again from holding his urine, it was already past 8 a. m., a rare lazy sleep.

He was still lying in bed smoking to regain his yang when he heard an impolite voice coming from the door,

"Ye Lao Er, come out."

Holy shit!

Who the hell, eating shit this early in the morning?

Or did I mess him up last night?

Ye Cheng slipped on a sandal and walked out; it was Duan Yong, standing at the door with a look of impatience.

I just lent him money; not being grateful is one thing, but this seems like he's come for revenge.

"I'm out, what do you want?" They weren't polite, so Ye Cheng didn't bother being polite either.

Seeing Ye Cheng, Duan Yong's eyes flared with anger, leaving Ye Cheng bewildered—could he really have done something to him last night?

Fortunately, Duan Yong pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and said stiffly, "This is the 3000 yuan you lent my family; I'm paying you back now—give me the IOU."

Paying back money with such vigor, buddy—you've learned the essence.

"Aren't you guys buying a boat? Is the money enough?" Ye Cheng wondered.

Seeing Ye Cheng's doubtful expression, Duan Yong grew even angrier, suppressing his fury as he said, "Even if it's not enough, I don't want your foul money; if you hadn't shouted about a storm there, we wouldn't have rushed back and wouldn't have encountered the storm."

Fine, this is all being blamed on me.

It seems what the elder brother and Xiao Hu said last night was true—someone really is speaking ill of me.

Clearly I'm helping others for joy, yet you say I'm gilding the lily.

Since they want to repay the money, Ye Cheng couldn't be bothered to argue; he went back inside, took out that IOU, and handed it to Duan Yong,

"Here, you have a look."

Duan Yong snatched the IOU, glanced at it twice, then handed the money to Ye Cheng, and right in front of him tore up the IOU, looking at him provocatively.

Ye Cheng was speechless: "How come lending you money is my fault?"

Duan Yong gave a cold snort, pointed at Ye Cheng and cursed, "Tell you, if my dad hadn't said to repay you, we wouldn't have returned this money at all, and we'd have made you compensate for the boat."

"Really? It couldn't be just because I have an IOU, could it?"

Sounding nice, but in short, it's just because they wrote an IOU and did it in front of the whole village; the Duan family is just embarrassed not to repay.

If it had been a private loan, Ye Cheng is absolutely certain they wouldn't have repaid it.

Having been called out, Duan Yong's face flushed, veins bulging on his neck: "Ye Lao Er, you've done so many wicked things—watch out, heaven may collect you."

Having said that, he ignored Ye Cheng, flicked his sleeves, and walked away.

"I don't know if heaven will collect you, but it's true that heaven has taken your family's boat." Ye Cheng shouted at Duan Yong's back.

Duan Yong's steps halted, he turned and glared at Ye Cheng.

"Don't look at me; when you have time, apply a few more drops of that precious vision serum to cure your blindness."

"Ye Lao Er, you think you won't fall into my hands, otherwise I..."

"What then?" Ye Cheng lowered his face, stepped forward two paces, pointed at the sky and said, "I am a law-abiding citizen, working hard to get rich, helping others for joy, loving the collective—you, with a wolf's heart and dog's lungs, unable to tell right from white, a white-eyed wolf, what dare you do to me?"

A bunch of idioms came out at once, Duan Yong couldn't keep up, so he could only glare fiercely at Ye Cheng and turned away.

"Tch, what can you do to me? It's like getting a knife stabbed in the butt and opening the heavenly eye, borrowing money and ending up losing money."

Ye Cheng shook his head, returned to the room, and after repaying the money, Ye Cheng's savings went back to over 8000.

It's fine that the money was returned; borrowing money is never a good thing, there are always disputes.

However, looking at Duan Yong's attitude today, his grudge against himself is quite deep.

His family is like that; I don't know what the other villagers think.

If everyone thinks that way, Ye Cheng also feels a bit troubled.

Who would want to walk around the village being scolded by everyone?

Forget about it for now; still, expanding one's sea‑gathering business and creating brilliance again is the solid truth.

Ye Cheng opened the system and took a look:

Luck: 30+20

Points: 323

Fortunately there's a base luck bonus; otherwise today would probably be another day of coming back empty‑handed.

A luck value of 50 can only be said to be wealth through diligence, grains piling up into a tower.

After hastily eating two bites of breakfast, Ye Cheng leisurely took his stuff and left, too lazy to bring the water tank.

A luck value of 50, it doesn't deserve it.

When passing by Xiao Hu's house, Xiao Hu's parents were still at home.

"Uncle, Aunt, where's Xiao Hu?"

"He's in the room, I'll call him." Aunt Wang turned and went back to the room to call someone.

Ye Cheng handed Xiao Hu's father a cigarette and lit it.