Chapter 439: I, Ao Yulie, Am Sprinkling Money

Following the location of the Enlightenment, Tang Luo quickly found Tang Zaili.

This guy was right outside the place where the original host's mother — Li Xiangqin — worked, just about to go in.

The little brat's wings have hardened; for now there's no way to deal with him, so he comes here to cause trouble.

Make a mess of his job, let's see if those two guys will kneel down and beg him?

Before Tang Zaili could walk in, a hand clamped onto his shoulder, a tremendous force struck, and he was flung into the air.

He hit the ground in a dizzying heap, and in his daze saw a pretty boy handsome enough to be an idol standing before him.

"Friend, have you heard of Black Dragon Finance?" Tang Luo manipulated the substitute wooden figure to emit a "puzzled" voice.

"Who are you?" Tang Zaili asked with difficulty.

"I am a passing emissary of justice, Ao Yulie who does good deeds without lingering. Once more, friend, do you know Black Dragon Finance?" As he spoke, he had already planted a foot on Tang Zaili's shin and began slowly applying pressure.

"I know! I know!" Tang Zaili shouted eagerly, giving the address of Black Dragon Finance, which wasn't any secret to begin with.

"Good." The substitute wooden figure stomped down.

Bones shattered; Tang Zaili didn't even manage a scream before he passed out cold.

He grabbed Tang Zaili and tossed him into the corner of the alley.

The substitute wooden figure headed for the location of Black Dragon Finance.

Black Dragon Finance's main business was naturally currency circulation and withdrawal, loan issuance and recovery.

The basic loan terms were nine out, thirteen back; if you can't pay, the whole family suffers.

Before the divorce, Tang Luo and his mother were included in the scope of "whole family."

After the divorce they were still in that scope; if forced to explain, there was a reason for it.

Tang Zaili had "borrowed the money" before the divorce; Black Dragon Finance didn't come collecting at first. But your husband borrowed money before, didn't you spend any of it, show a little goodwill?

We won't come after you either; you just give the money to your ex-husband, he gives it to us, everyone knows the score.

Our Black Dragon Finance is reasonable.

Black Dragon Finance's external company department was just a small building, three stories total.

The "Black Dragon Finance" sign was huge, white background with black characters, giving a funereal feel.

The first-floor staff mostly wore black suits, faces full of ferocity; one look and you knew it was no legitimate company.

"Excuse me, is this Black Dragon Finance?" The substitute wooden figure walked in, asking despite knowing the answer.

"If you want to borrow money, go to the second floor to talk." A man pointed to the stairs inside.

"Okay." The substitute wooden figure went up to the second floor, which looked rather more proper; a bespectacled man came forward: "Sir, hello, welcome to Black Dragon Finance."

He also handed over a business card and something like a promotional flyer.

On it were some loan products.

"How come the highest is only 30,000?" Tang Luo said looking at the top item on the flyer.

There were only three loan methods on it: 10,000, 20,000, and 30,000, with no specific repayment terms or finer clauses.

"Our Black Dragon Finance business only faces individuals for small loans." The bespectacled man said.

"How can you operate like that? How will you grow? I have a big deal to discuss, a very, very big deal; call someone who can make decisions." Tang Luo's tone was astonishingly bold, but his bearing clearly wasn't that of an ordinary person, successfully making them feel this kid wasn't joking.

After all, unless their brain was broken, who would come to Black Dragon Finance headquarters to "joke"? You walk in upright, you won't leave except horizontally.

"Uh, wait a moment." The bespectacled man didn't dare slight him, hurriedly leaving.

Soon, the substitute wooden figure was brought to the third-floor "Chairman's Office" in what was nearly a hostage grip by two black-suited men.

In the spacious executive chair sat a tall man.

He wore a black suit jacket over no shirt; the exposed skin revealed complex, ferocious tattoos.

This was a mark of status.

"What big business do you want to discuss with me, brat?" That man asked.

"Big business, a one-time package deal that can take over your entire cash flow." The substitute wooden figure spoke while reaching out to grab the black-clad man beside him and flinging him against the wall.

The black-clad man slammed heavily into the wall, leaving a pool of blood before passing out on the spot.

His body still twitched eerily.

"Oh? Not bad skills." The tall man said, "But daring to provoke my Black Dragon Society with just that, your guts are too big."

"Heh." The substitute wooden figure chuckled lightly.

Behind the door, people had already blocked the way, sealing the only exit tight.

"Who sent you to die?" The tall man said, "Tell me, and you'll suffer a bit less."

"Justice!" The substitute wooden figure wore a righteous expression; today he, "Ao Yulie," would become an ally of justice!

"Hahaha!" The tall man laughed loudly.

Turns out he's an idiot after all this.

"Don't beat him to death." He waved a hand, ordering.

The suited men outside rushed in all at once.

Suited men fell, suited men GG'd.

Black Dragon Finance's chairman, Jin Zaiyu, narrowed his eyes; quite a fighter, no wonder he dared come here.

But... this is long past the era where individual force runs rampant!

He pulled open the drawer, took out a handgun and aimed at the substitute wooden figure: "Come on, hit another one, you think just being able to fight works now? Young man, right now is—"

The substitute wooden figure didn't waste words, instantly appearing before Jin Zaiyu, grabbing the gun, seizing it, and backhand pressing it to his forehead.

Jin Zaiyu shut his mouth extremely fast.

"Strange request. Come, put your hand on the table, yes, just like that."

The substitute wooden figure spoke while picking up a pen from the side and stabbing it down.

That pen pierced through Jin Zaiyu's palm and the desk together; his open mouth, because a gun muzzle was stuffed into it in time, failed to make a sound.

The substitute wooden man said: "I hit you, alright, now let me introduce myself, I am Ao Yulie, a passing messenger of justice, you're the president, right?"

Jin Zaiyu's face was covered in sweat, emitting muffled, unclear sounds.

You bastard, take the gun away! How am I supposed to talk like this?

Like this I don't even dare to nod.

"Oh, sorry." The substitute wooden man moved the handgun away. "The big business I mentioned just now, is the president interested?"

What could Jin Zaiyu do? Even if he had no interest, he had to have interest.

The gun is in someone else's hand, his life is also in someone else's hand.

Those little brothers peeking at the doorway, not a damn bit of use!

"I want to represent the broad masses of working people and borrow a sum of money from your esteemed company, what does the president think?"

"How much?" Jin Zaiyu asked with a hoarse voice.

"It's called big business, just make it ten or eight billion."

Jin Zaiyu nearly jumped up to fight Ao Yulie before him to the death; why don't you go rob instead?

But thinking carefully, isn't the other party robbing right now?

"Don't have that much..." Jin Zaiyu said; all his assets added together didn't amount to that much.

"Don't even have this little money and you still play finance?" The substitute wooden man hated iron for not becoming steel, and slapped him across the face.

"I play what finance!" Jin Zaiyu's head smashed onto the desk surface, his heart roaring madly; he does loans!

Just the interest is a bit high, that's all.

Finance and such, he fundamentally can't afford to play, okay?

"Alright then, what's the most you have?" The substitute wooden man conceded a step.

"One million, cash really only has this much left." Jin Zaiyu said.

"Fine, I'll borrow one million first; as a messenger of justice, you should believe in my Ao Yulie's character, so no need to sign an agreement, right?"

"As you wish." Jin Zaiyu said with difficulty.

A few minutes later, the substitute wooden man carried a large box and walked out of Black Dragon Finance.

All cash that could be scraped together was scraped clean; those who should be converted were all converted.

Leaping up in one bound, he jumped onto the rooftop; the wooden man opened the box, casually grabbed a handful of banknotes, and scattered them into the sky.

Banknotes danced continuously in midair, fluttering down; passersby raised their heads, revealing surprised expressions.

Then they became pleasantly surprised, reaching out to grab.

"I! Ao Yulie! Scattering money!"

A voice came from the sky.

Pedestrians saw a person continuously shuttling on the top floor of the building, like a large bird flying over everyone's heads.

Wherever he passed, quite a few banknotes would flutter down.

Everyone suddenly understood what "scattering money" meant, and chased wildly all the way.

In the sky, a rain of money fell over several streets.

The words "I, Ao Yulie, scatter money" were also remembered by many people along with this rain of money and the midday news reports.

What followed was the news of Black Dragon Finance suddenly closing down.

Finally it was classified as an internal brawl of the underworld; outsiders didn't know the real truth.

The so-called "messenger of justice," that money-scattering Ao Yulie, also began to be investigated by various parties.

Afternoon, school.

Class had just ended, the teacher had just walked out of the classroom, the campus hadn't fully become lively and noisy yet.

The classroom's merely ajar back door was shoved open violently by someone.

The doorknob slammed into the wall, making a loud bang.

Everyone involuntarily turned their heads, and saw Liang Feifan, who had suddenly asked for leave this morning, appear, face flushed red, his body carrying a strong perfume smell.

"You..." Liang Feifan's blood-red eyes stared at Tang Luo, rushing to his front.

He hadn't finished a single sentence when he felt a pain in his chin, followed by a numb sensation.

His chin was dislocated by Tang Luo, unable to even speak.

"Go, let's go out and talk." Tang Luo put his arm around Liang Feifan's shoulder, bringing him out of the classroom in a buddy-buddy way.

The whole process, Liang Feifan was just a lifted puppet, unable to resist.

But his terrified eyes already showed he had perceived what would happen next.

What made Liang Feifan even more desperate was, this time he wouldn't be taken to the rooftop toilet with few people!

The two entered the toilet on this floor together.

There were quite a few people relieving themselves inside.

Entering the toilet, Tang Luo lifted the dislocated chin upward, giving a barely perceptible gentle push.

Liang Feifan stumbled forward, plunging headfirst into a urinal, splashing quite a lot of water.

Entry into water ugly, zero points.

The toilet instantly fell silent.

Facing the several students peeing continuously into the urinal, their streams all paused for a moment, then resumed spraying, landing on Liang Feifan.

Dumbfounded, they also forgot to shift targets.

Drink this bowl of urinal water, tomorrow be a good person again.

One "bath" a day helps purify the soul, wash away sins.

Tang Luo believed that Liang Feifan would soon become a good person, glanced at Liang Feifan, then turned and left.

The people left in the restroom stared at each other.

Then came a sound of ghostly wails and wolf howls.

But this had nothing to do with Tang Luo anymore.

The things to be done today were already finished; Tang Luo wanted to continue living a peaceful life.