Chapter 506

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Jiang Pengfei ultimately let his mother have a comfortable birthday. It was also on this day that Dongli opened for sales. The house Zhu Suosuo was going to sell to Xie Hongzu was bought by a friend of Ye Jinyan due to her late arrival. She ran over to drink with the buyer, apologized, and showed her sincerity, and Xie Hongzu's friend decided to buy two units.

There were no surprises on Big Da Da Bo Lang's side; the client Wang Yan introduced swiped the full payment very decisively, and a total of two units were sold. So, this evening, it was Big Da Da Bo Lang who accompanied Wang Mou; after all, Zhu Suosuo was busy drinking with Xie Hongzu at that time...

At the Jiang residence, early in the morning, Jiang Pengfei sat on the living room sofa, drinking his Jinjunmei tea that cost eight thousand yuan per jin. To be precise, he hadn't slept all night. Just yesterday, the family had eaten happily, and today he had to tell his family that he, this prodigal son, had squandered the family fortune, and the whole family would have to move into a rental property in disgrace. How could he possibly sleep?

But what must come will come, and what must be faced must be faced; it was beyond his control.

The old lady was advanced in age and rose very early. She came out neatly dressed and was somewhat surprised to see her eldest son sitting quietly in the living room: "Son, why are you up so early? Did something happen?"

"There are some things to say. Let's wait until Dai Yin and her daughter are up, and I'll tell you all together." Jiang Pengfei shook his head, stood up, and helped his mother sit down: "Mom, you sit first. I'll go buy you breakfast. I'll buy that xiaolongbao you love most, okay?"

The old lady still had some depth, and of course, she had indeed seen more of the world. During the special period in the past, for a family like theirs, they would have been classified as landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries, bad elements, and rightists—they could have occupied three of the "five black categories," so things certainly couldn't have been good. Why was there still an old lady living alone in the house? Wasn't that the reason from before? So strictly speaking, it was inaccurate to say the old lady had enjoyed a lifetime of comfort. Of course, the family foundation might have been thick, and there might have been some gold bars or something. Suffering was certain, but to what extent was hard to say.

But regardless, this old lady had also experienced great storms and had seen ups and downs. So, even though she saw her son looking like he was about to die, she didn't rush to ask. Instead, she gently patted her son's hand and rubbed his head: "Alright, I'll listen to you. Look at your hair, it's a mess. Wash up before you go out. Life, after all, must be lived with dignity. Don't be sloppy; there is nothing that cannot be overcome."

Jiang Pengfei grinned and nodded, turned to take off his glasses to wash up, and then went out to buy breakfast.

By the time he bought breakfast and returned, it was already past seven o'clock. Dai Yin was also sitting in the living room playing with her phone, neatly dressed. The old lady was sitting under the shed in the small courtyard outside, drinking morning tea, unwilling to look at her daughter-in-law...

"Are Nansun and Suosuo still asleep?"

"Probably."

"Go call them down. I bought breakfast, let's eat together. Besides, I have something to tell you all." Jiang Pengfei didn't care about Dai Yin's expression; he sighed, turned around, and took the packed breakfast into the kitchen. His mother didn't like eating from plastic bags or food containers; everything had to be taken out and put on plates and in bowls.

Glancing at Jiang Pengfei, Dai Yin already had a bad premonition in her heart. Of course, this premonition didn't just come; it had been there for a long time. However, Jiang Pengfei's recent actions—taking the car away, kneeling to his mother for money, and taking money from her—made her realize that this prodigal son was finally at the end of his rope...

She wasn't surprised, but now that it had really come to this day, she still felt uncomfortable. After all, since entering the Jiang family, she hadn't known poverty for over twenty years. Sighing, she still got up and went to the attic to wake up Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo, who were sleeping soundly.

Jiang Nansun had morning grumpiness. She looked dazedly at Zhu Suosuo, who was hurriedly putting on clothes to get up, and hummed: "What's wrong? Mom? Why are you calling us up so early?"

"Your dad got up early, went out to buy breakfast, and asked me to call you down to eat. He has something to say."

"What is it?"

"Maybe..." Dai Yin let out a breath: "We're going bankrupt..."

Jiang Nansun froze for a moment, opened her eyes wide, and exchanged a look with Zhu Suosuo, who had stopped putting on her clothes. She sat up, wanting to speak, but didn't know what to say, because she had long anticipated this day.

Zhu Suosuo, on the other hand, bent down to pull up her tight jeans and swept her hair behind her head: "Auntie, do you need my help? I sold one unit last month and two this month. Plus some of my own... savings, it adds up to about four hundred thousand."

"Suosuo, you have a kind heart. But we don't know what the situation is yet. Let's listen to what your Uncle Jiang has to say." Dai Yin patted Zhu Suosuo's shoulder: "Alright, you two hurry up and wash up, go downstairs and listen. Let's see what's going on. I hope I'm wrong."

Watching Dai Yin open the door and leave, Zhu Suosuo turned to look at her good friend: "Nansun..."

Jiang Nansun shook her head, smiling quite brightly: "It's okay, Suosuo, you don't need to worry about me. I've long anticipated this day. And it's good that the money is gone; it saves my dad from tossing and turning."

"I'm afraid your uncle owes too much money and can't fill the hole, and you'll have to suffer the consequences."

"It's okay, don't I still have you? You wouldn't ignore me, right?"

"Of course not, definitely not. Even if everyone else ignores you, I won't, and I certainly can't ignore you."

"Alright, hurry up and wash up. Don't you still have to go to the sales office to sign a contract? I'll go down first and see what's going on." As she spoke, Jiang Nansun put on her clothes, holding her phone in one hand and scratching her head with the other, and went downstairs.

In the dining room downstairs, the old lady was still sitting in the main seat, eating elegantly. Jiang Pengfei was stuffing his mouth while serving her. Opposite him, Dai Yin was eating bit by bit.

Jiang Nansun sat down beside her mother and asked: "Dad, early in the morning, what's going on?"

"Where's Suosuo?"

"She's washing up. She has to go to work in a while. Just say what you have to say."

Jiang Pengfei sighed, looking at the three women in his life, from small to large: "Mom, Dai Yin, Nansun, I've let you all down. I'm sorry, I messed up. I'm a prodigal son; I've squandered our family fortune..."

The old lady paused in her porridge-drinking motion and slowly put down the bowl. Dai Yin ate the bun in her bowl, chewing while wiping the corner of her mouth with a tissue. Jiang Nansun hadn't even touched her chopsticks; her hands were crossed on the table, just like a primary school student.

Glancing at her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, who didn't react much, the old lady sighed. In fact, she knew. She also knew the fault lay with her, but she had spoiled her son for a lifetime; she couldn't control him, and she couldn't bring herself to be harsh. Having today was to be expected.

She looked at her son, who was already shedding tears, and shook her head: "Son, I knew this day would come. Your wife and your daughter also knew this day would come. Now that the family fortune is all gone, you can finally be honest. It's okay, son, tell us, to what extent have you squandered it? Can we still live?"

She was over seventy, approaching eighty, and her son was over fifty; there was no need to reproach him. It was just that she had miscalculated; she thought the family fortune would only be squandered after she died. She didn't expect that at the end, she wouldn't even have a peaceful death. But after all, he was her own son; what could she, a useless old woman, do?

Jiang Pengfei looked at his mother, wife, and daughter's reactions, took off his glasses, and lowered his head to wipe his tears: "In the past few years, I borrowed from people..."

"What? You even lost the house?" The old lady never imagined he had lost so much. She steadied her mind and let out a long breath: "If the house is still there, it's worth some money. We can sell the house and buy a smaller one to live in. Now that the house is gone and the money is gone, where will our family live? How will we live? And do you still have debts? How will we pay them back?"

Wiping his nose, Jiang Pengfei shook his head: "No, Mom, Dai Yin, Nansun, don't worry, I won't let you suffer. The money can all be paid back. It's just that our house can't be saved, and our standard of living might drop a bit. Speaking of which, Wang Yan helped me. The five million I invested with him before was saved, and there are dividends every year.

I've already looked for him. He will help me handle this matter. He will first take out a sum of money to release the mortgage on our house, then send away Auntie Li who is living in our house, pack up and sell the house. The extra money, plus what I have left, will be just enough to pay off the debts. This afternoon, the people I borrowed money from will come over, and Wang Yan will bring a lawyer to talk to them, trying to get them to waive the late fees and interest.

I've already rented a three-bedroom house a bit further away. After today, we'll pack our things and move there. Suosuo, if you want to continue living with us, you can move to the new house we rented. Although it's smaller, there's still space."

Jiang Pengfei spoke more and more fluently. The hardest part was opening his mouth; the rest was much easier to say. And it had reached this point; he had to say it. With Wang Yan's help, he felt much better, and he hadn't reached the point where he was forced by debt collectors to run away, leaving three women to face them alone.

Zhu Suosuo came down when Jiang Pengfei was halfway through. She looked at the others and shook her head: "Uncle, I've already caused you enough trouble. I'm already making money now. I originally planned to move out, but I haven't had time to find a house. It just so happens that I'm free recently, so I'll go look for a house and move out. Uncle, you don't need to worry about me. I just told Auntie that I still have some money here. If you need it, just say the word. I'll go first; the client is waiting for me to sign the order. Grandma, Uncle, Auntie, Nansun, call me if anything happens. I'll come back this afternoon after I finish the procedures."

After saying hello, Zhu Suosuo left. It was twenty thousand yuan; she couldn't delay. Of course, she didn't forget to call Wang Yan to ask if Jiang Pengfei's situation was really as he said.

It was the plot that brought Zhu Suosuo and Jiang Nansun together; it was the plot that made their friendship so good. As the saying goes, "prostitutes have no feelings, actors have no righteousness." The class gap between Zhu Suosuo and Jiang Nansun destined them not to play together. On the other hand, even if they did, they were just plastic sisters. Now that they heard the news of the Jiang family's bankruptcy, shouldn't they be helping with money? Instead, they should be secretly happy.

Jealousy is the original sin.

She herself had lost her mother since childhood, her own mother had been drifting at sea, she had been living in other people's homes, and she had no money. Over the years, she had been with so many men, ruining herself. Jiang Nansun, on the other hand, had both parents, had quite a family fortune, had been raised in a high-end way since childhood, knew people who were either rich or noble, wore clothes that were all high-end luxury brands, and had never considered money. It was this strong contrast that destined Zhu Suosuo to look down on Jiang Nansun, this high-and-mighty white lotus...

But now that Zhu Suosuo was willing to go through fire and water, that was another matter.

Watching Zhu Suosuo leave, Jiang Nansun took her phone and said: "I'll call Whether Zhang Anren over. In case something happens, he can help."

Jiang Pengfei looked at his daughter, wanting to scold her. After all, what could Whether Zhang Anren help with? The one who could help them was Wang Yan. It wasn't that there hadn't been hope for him to be his son-in-law, but it had been ruined by his good daughter herself. He didn't know what Whether Zhang Anren, who had nothing, could do; it was nothing more than seeing their downfall with his own eyes.

But at this time, his authority as a father was gone, so a thousand words turned into a powerless sigh: "As you wish..."

"How much are the annual dividends from the five million invested with Wang Yan?" The old lady continued to eat; she had already started to care about her future life.

"About one million, enough for us to live on."

"That's okay, at least we have a retreat." The old lady nodded: "Son, it's okay, don't cry. Mom doesn't blame you, just don't play the stock market anymore..."

"I won't play the stock market anymore, never again..." His mother's gentle comfort made Jiang Pengfei feel even more guilty. He covered his face with both hands and burst into tears...

"Alright, Pengfei, you're not young anymore. Things have come to this, what's the use of crying?" Dai Yin sighed: "Eat. After eating, let's tidy up the house and pack the furniture. If we're selling the house, the sooner we move out, the better. Did Wang Yan buy this house of ours?"

Jiang Pengfei wiped his tears: "No, he just lent us a sum of money to tide us over. If it hasn't been sold after a month on the market, he will buy it."

"Of the people you've known all these years, he's the only reliable one. He left us a retreat and helped us solve the trouble. Otherwise, if those debt collectors came one after another, who knows what would happen."

"Dad, we don't blame you, really. As long as you're sober, don't play the stock market anymore, take good care of Grandma, and live a good life with Mom, that's great. And there's still the money you invested with Wang Yan, so we won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future. This is your wisdom; you left us a way out. Dad, eat, we're going to start a new life."

His family's lack of blame made Jiang Pengfei feel even worse. Because there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart; they were too lazy to even scold him, having long been disappointed in him. It was ridiculous that he only realized it now. He had nothing to say; he just shed tears and ate big mouthfuls of food...

Taking the bus to the subway station, changing two lines, and walking a distance, Whether Zhang Anren quickly arrived at the alley entrance where the Jiang family lived. He checked the time; it was just nine o'clock. Perhaps due to the psychological reason of knowing the situation, as soon as he reached the alley entrance, a feeling of decay and ruin hit him. He stepped into the alley...

Jiang Pengfei looked down on him for being poor, for buying a house far away, for his job being useless, and looked down on him in every way. Of course, he was very unhappy. Now that things were messed up and the family fortune was lost, he felt a bit of satisfaction. Before, he had been asked to sell the house and told he wasn't good enough; now it was his turn, right? Everyone was the same now, and he still had a house.

Of course, no matter how happy he was inside, he couldn't show it. So, seeing Jiang Pengfei sitting there in a daze, he still smiled and nodded politely: "Uncle, I'm here."

Jiang Pengfei came back to his senses, looking at the boy who was hateful no matter how he looked at him. He knew that this boy must be laughing at him, gloating, and watching his misfortune. He had no heart to care and waved his hand: "Nansun is upstairs packing things, go up yourself..."

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After speaking, he ignored him and started fiddling with the tea set to make tea, calming his mind and refreshing himself.

"Alright, Uncle, then I'll go up and take a look first."

Whether Zhang Anren didn't say anything else, not wanting to cause trouble, and turned to follow the stairs to the attic on the top floor. The door was wide open, and Jiang Nansun was busy with various clothes and shoes.

"You're here, come in." Looking at Whether Zhang Anren standing at the door, Jiang Nansun pointed to a stool, signaling him to sit: "You took the subway, right?"

"Yeah, are Uncle, Auntie, and Grandma okay?"

Jiang Nansun smiled, not knowing if she was laughing at Whether Zhang Anren for saving that money at this time, or laughing at the family's downfall. She said: "They're all okay. Actually, we had long anticipated this scene today, and it's no big deal. It's just my dad; he knows he regrets it and is blaming himself now."

"You didn't give me details in your message. How much money is owed? How will it be handled? What are your plans for the future?"

After explaining roughly how much money her father owed, as well as the house and other things, Jiang Nansun said: "My dad looked for Wang Yan a few days ago. Wang Yan promised to help take out a sum of money to release the mortgage on the house. After it's sold, the remaining money will be enough to pay off the debts to those companies. Also, didn't I tell you once before? My dad invested five million in Wang Yan's private equity fund, and this money was left behind. Relying on the dividends from this money, we can live quite well. At least Grandma, my parents, and they don't have to suffer.

So you ask what plans we can have for the future? We can only hope that my dad has learned his lesson this time and can live an honest life. As long as he doesn't engage in any more investments, we can still live. You always said I was raised in a honey pot; you don't say that anymore, right? Just like Suosuo said, everyone has their own suffering."

"Our suffering is different. Like me, coming to a strange city alone, seeking education, seeking survival, seeking a foothold, seeking recognition from others, our suffering is not on the same level." Whether Zhang Anren shook his head: "Just like now, your dad has lost so much, but he still has five million left. I've looked into it before; the scale and performance of Wang Yan's private equity fund are among the top in the country's tens of thousands of private equity companies. Relying on dividends every year, you can also have hundreds of thousands in income. This money is enough for your family to live very well in any city in China.

Even so, your family's existing conditions are still difficult for many people to reach, including me. Your living conditions won't change much compared to before; they are still very comfortable. So you tell me, how can our suffering be compared?"

Jiang Nansun didn't dwell on this topic, but instead talked to Whether Zhang Anren about her feelings about the bankruptcy, and then suddenly asked: "If you could choose, what kind of life would you want?"

Whether Zhang Anren was silent for a moment, then said: "Do you remember Wang Yongzheng?"

Remember? Jiang Nansun certainly remembered. She asked: "Aren't you the one who hates him the most?"

... Whether Zhang Anren was silent again, because if he remembered correctly, he had always been kind to others. It was Jiang Nansun who shouted that she hated Wang Yongzheng the most, and then little by little, because of Jiang Nansun, plus the fact that they were competitors for staying at the school, he started to look down on him, eventually leading to reporting him. He admitted there were personal reasons, but Jiang Nansun's reasons were also a big part.

He shook his head and said: "Everything I fought for, he was born with."

"He's not very rich."

"That's relative. An X6 is seven or eight hundred thousand, eight or nine hundred thousand; it's not something I can afford. And he has what I want most: freedom and confidence. Take the reporting incident before; why did he dare to change the paint supplier without approval? You said he was pursuing perfection, but that also requires confidence. He doesn't care at all; he's not afraid of the consequences.

Why isn't he afraid? Because he has a retreat, and I don't. If I were the one choosing the paint at the time, I might have chosen the closest one in the procurement catalog that looked harmonious. Why? Because I have no retreat. So I can only do things as well as possible, rather than pursuing your so-called perfection; it's not worth the risk."

Jiang Nansun was silent for a moment, stopped her movements, and looked at him: "I haven't heard you complain before."

"No need to complain. What's the use of saying it? Don't I still have to grit my teeth and continue?" Whether Zhang Anren stood up: "Alright, let's not talk about it. See if there's anything I can help with?"

What's needed most now is money; everything else is useless... Jiang Nansun smiled: "You just sit there. There are books and architectural manuscripts there. If you're bored, take a look to pass the time."

Whether Zhang Anren thought for a moment: "I'd better go downstairs and sit with Uncle; he must be very uncomfortable now."

The debt collectors were very punctual. It was five minutes to one when the old wooden door was knocked.

"I'll open the door."

Whether Zhang Anren, who had been speechless with Jiang Pengfei, stood up and went to the door. As soon as he opened it, he was startled. He saw heads moving outside; there must have been dozens of them.

A man in a suit stepped forward politely: "We're looking for Jiang Pengfei. We had an appointment. Is he home?"

Whether Zhang Anren looked at so many people and felt a bit weak. After all, he was just an ordinary person who had been working hard on a normal track; where had he experienced this battle? Facing the inquiry, he just nodded blankly, completely lacking his usual smoothness and thoughtfulness.

"Excuse me, let us through." The man politely pushed him away from the door and walked in first. Fortunately, not everyone went in; only eight leaders went in, and the rest waited outside.

Seeing this, Whether Zhang Anren didn't close the door again and turned to walk back.

The debt collectors saw Jiang Pengfei sitting there, talking on his phone. They looked at each other, and the leader asked again: "Mr. Jiang, you called all of us here, and now you're not saying a word. What do you mean? Making fun of us? You're not calling the police, are you? We are reasonable and legal; it's useless even if the police come."

"No, no, how would I dare to make fun of you? It's just that I'm not the one talking to you today. I'm calling him. You... hey, Wang Yan, where are you? They've already arrived. Yeah, okay, I know." Jiang Pengfei put down the phone, trying his best to calm himself: "Please wait a moment, he'll be here in ten minutes. Nansun, take your mom and grandma inside."

He glanced at Whether Zhang Anren, who was sitting beside him, didn't say anything, and just waved at Jiang Nansun and the others.

At this moment, Zhu Suosuo walked in with a face as cold as ice. She went to Jiang Nansun's side and held her hand, but Jiang Nansun felt the sweat on Zhu Suosuo's hand.

"Nansun, Auntie, Grandma, let's go inside and stay. Didn't Uncle just say Wang Yan will be here in ten minutes? Don't just stand here."

Under the gaze of a group of debt collectors, Zhu Suosuo pulled the women into the old lady's room on the first floor. It looked shocking, but the tightly closed door exposed their panic.

People are all like that; without strong confidence, being outnumbered always makes one nervous. Not to mention anything else, just dozens of colleagues in a company, going up to give a speech makes the heart thump. Not to mention the situation now, surrounded by more than a dozen burly, ruffian-looking men outside. Inside, there were eight men who didn't look easy to deal with. Even though they knew it was a society ruled by law, they couldn't help but be afraid; this was the true lack of a sense of security.

Inside, the eight men didn't speak, sitting or standing, fiddling with their phones. Jiang Pengfei and Whether Zhang Anren sat next to each other, feeling the gazes of the eight men falling on them from time to time, trying to control their breathing.

For a time, the room was extremely oppressive. This silence, in the contrast of strength between the two sides at this moment, made Jiang Pengfei and Whether Zhang Anren suffer incomparably. It was as if the flow of time had slowed down, as if time had been infinitely stretched. They had never felt time move as slowly as it did now...

Fortunately, they didn't endure this pain for too long, because Wang Yan always kept his word. With a burst of car horns disturbing the peace, accompanied by the low cursing of the group outside, and the muffled sound of car doors opening and closing, Jiang Pengfei and Whether Zhang Anren stood up together, letting out a long breath, and looked toward the door with anticipation.

Wang Yan, in casual clothes, walked in leisurely, followed by a man wearing glasses, with his hair slicked back meticulously, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a patterned tie, carrying a black briefcase in his hand.

"Sorry, Uncle Jiang, the road was a bit congested, so I'm a bit late." Wang Yan walked in with a smile, held Jiang Pengfei's trembling, sweaty hand, and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, it's okay, leave it to me."

As he spoke, he nodded toward Whether Zhang Anren, who was sweating on the other side, as a greeting. This boy could be considered lucky now; after all, originally at this time, Jiang Nansun and the others were going to move to Sanlin, but he refused, which was also one of the reasons for the breakup. But it was only one of the reasons; there were many others, not just this one, so they had to break up.

Perhaps hearing the movement, the closed door was pushed wide open, revealing Zhu Suosuo and Jiang Nansun. Meeting Wang Yan's eyes, they let out a long breath, opened the door completely, and stood at the entrance watching how he would handle it.

Wang Yan ignored them and casually patted one of the men sitting on the single sofa: "Come on, move aside. This is my lawyer; let him sit down first, and let's have a good talk."

Seeing that the man didn't move, and even looked at him provocatively, Wang Yan shook his head. He understood; after all, they came for money. Although they couldn't do anything because of the rule of law, just sitting there without moving, what could he do? And maybe it was because when he came, he scared the group outside with his car, and his appearance after coming in made them unhappy, thinking he was too arrogant.

But understanding was one thing; Wang Yan still had to give this boy who didn't respect him some color to see, because they were talking about money, and now they had the advantage in numbers, which might give them some psychological advantage, which was bad for talking about money. So he smiled, grabbed the man's collar with one hand, and lifted him up in front of the others' ghostly eyes, without even bending his arm.

The man's feet left the ground, struggling. Wang Yan didn't wait for him to explode and put him aside, even politely helping him straighten his wrinkled collar: "You are also working for others. We are not saying we won't pay back the money; there's no need to disgust people now, right? Even if you are the creditor, there's no need to make it so ugly, right?"

After speaking, he ignored the boy who was looking for trouble, let the lawyer sit there, and then turned back to point at the person sitting on the opposite single sofa, signaling him to move aside. With the previous example, this boy didn't dare to cause trouble and honestly got up and stood aside.

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction, walked over and sat down, huddled in the sofa, crossed his legs, looked at the group of people who were suspicious and uncertain, and said calmly: "Take out the IOUs and contracts; let me see how much money is owed."

The lawyer sitting opposite also opened his briefcase, took out paper and pen, and a professional calculator, placed them on the table one by one, habitually shook his neck, straightened his tie, and pushed his glasses: "Who's first?"

The eight debt collectors looked at each other. The boy who had been lifted up by Wang Yan said: "I'll go first, mine is the least..."

Lending money, naturally, one must be prepared for bad debts. Before, they didn't know Jiang Pengfei had borrowed so much. Now that everyone saw each other and asked how much money was owed, they had an idea.

So basically, there was no need to talk much; just show the attitude. Either pay back only the principal, or get nothing.

Then what else could they do? It was good enough to get the principal back. Even the loan sharks run by ruffian leaders wouldn't cause trouble for themselves; it was better to avoid trouble, and not losing money was earning.

Besides, Wang Yan's first two moves really shocked them. He just sat there with a cigarette in his mouth, fiddling with the tea set and drinking tea, with a smiling face, not afraid of their twenty-plus people, giving people a feeling of being very awesome. Thinking about the Jiang family's situation before, it was natural to have an awesome friend.

One side wanted to pay back the money, and the other side didn't want to cause more trouble.

Wang Yan showed off a bit, and it was easily solved...