MMB Chapter 35 I've never seen a son pay off his father's debts.
Chapter 35 I've never seen a son pay off his father's debts.
Chung Chao-lung immediately took notice when he learned that Cheng Wan-hua was Wang Guan-xi's stepfather.
The next morning, I contacted Hun Sen and arranged to meet that evening to discuss how to resolve the matter.
Wang Guanxi was also happy to resolve the matter as soon as possible, so he invited Wang Defa to go with him to the appointment.
Six o'clock in the evening, at the Peony Hall of the Jia Hua Hotel.
When Wang Guanxi arrived, Zhong Zhaolong and Sister Hong had already arrived.
When he saw Wang Guanxi enter, Zhong Zhaolong stood up and greeted him with a smile.
"Mr. Wang, you're here?"
"Boss Zhong."
The two shook hands and sat down.
Zhong Zhaolong glanced at Wang Defa and nodded, which was his way of greeting him.
Wang Defa also sat down next to Wang Guanxi, rubbing his hands together, looking a little nervous.
On the way, he heard from Wang Guanxi that the person he was going to meet today was a loan shark.
He had seen those kinds of people from afar when he was delivering packages before; they were all burly and looked like they were not to be trifled with.
"Hasn't Boss Hong arrived yet?" Wang Guanxi asked.
"I'll be there soon." Chung Chao-lung glanced at his watch. "He's not very punctual, but he's generally quite disciplined."
The moment the words were spoken, the door to the private room was pushed open.
A middle-aged man walked in.
He was in his forties, with his hair slicked back and covered in hairspray, making it shiny and greasy.
He was wearing a dark gray suit jacket over a black fitted T-shirt, with a jade pendant around his neck and a gleaming gold watch on his wrist.
He dressed like someone who was "rich but not vulgar," but he also had a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) about him.
Zhong Zhaolong stood up and greeted him with a smile.
"Boss Hong, you're here, please have a seat."
Hun Sen nodded, his gaze sweeping over the people in the private room before finally settling on Wang Guanxi, giving him a once-over.
Behind him was a young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a buzz cut, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, and a blue dragon tattooed on his exposed arm, which wrapped from his wrist to his elbow.
They don't look like the kind of people you want to mess with.
Chung Chao-lung introduced the two sides.
"Boss Hong, this is the Mr. Wang I told you about, Wang Guanxi. A high-achieving young man who returned from Shanghai."
He then turned to Wang Guanxi.
"Mr. Wang, this is Boss Hong Sen. He's a well-known figure in the Jiangcheng money lending business."
Hun Sen didn't speak, but pulled out a chair and sat down, his large gold watch hitting the table with a dull thud.
Then he looked at Wang Guanxi.
There was a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and a hint of disdain.
He was dressed plainly, was young, and didn't look like a rich person.
He has seen many such people.
They either came to ask for a few more days' grace, or they came to bargain.
It's so annoying.
He didn't want to come, but he couldn't refuse Zhong Zhaolong's request.
After all, Zhong Zhaolong is a big shot in Jiangcheng, and he might be useful in the future.
Hun Sen leaned back in his chair. He crossed his legs and spoke first.
"You're Cheng Wanhua's son?"
His tone was disdainful, as if he were saying, "Who do you think you are?"
Before Wang Guanxi could speak, Hun Sen added another sentence.
"It's always the father who pays off the son's debts; I've never seen a son pay off the father's debts."
That's a very harsh thing to say.
Wang Defa's face changed, and he clenched his fists under the table, extremely nervous, fearing that the other party might overturn the table at the slightest disagreement.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Chung Chao-lung quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
"Boss Hong, what are you saying? Isn't everyone's money the same? As long as the money is paid back, isn't that all that matters?"
He picked up his teacup and poured tea for Hun Sen with a smile.
"Besides, our CEO Wang is no ordinary young man. He's a top student who returned from Shanghai and has real power."
Hun Sen chuckled and picked up his teacup, blowing on it.
"I don't care if you're a top student or not, as long as you can pay back your father's money."
He deliberately emphasized the word "Laozi".
Wang Guanxi looked at him, his face expressionless.
He knew perfectly well that Hun Sen was the kind of person who didn't care about anyone but money.
The only reason I'm sitting here today is because of Zhong Zhaolong.
Otherwise, he wouldn't even get to see Hun Sen; at most, he'd see that tattooed pheasant next to him.
Wang Guanxi didn't want to beat around the bush anymore.
He picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, looked at Hun Sen, and got straight to the point.
"Boss Hong, it's only right to pay back debts. I understand that principle."
His voice wasn't loud, but he pronounced each word clearly.
"I asked you out today to settle this matter. Just tell me, how much will it cost to settle this?"
Hun Sen glanced at him, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, but he didn't say anything and tilted his head to the side.
The pheasant next to him immediately understood, took a step forward, took out a notebook from its pocket, and flipped through it.
"Cheng Wanhua borrowed one million from us, agreeing to repay it in one month with interest of 50,000. Now that one month has passed, he is overdue, and the interest will be calculated separately."
He turned another page.
"Also, because of what happened to him, three of our brothers got arrested. That resettlement compensation definitely needs to be factored in..."
"Alright."
Wang Guanxi interrupted him, his tone very calm.
"Stop with the nonsense, just give me a number."
The pheasant paused, its mouth agape, the words stuck in its throat, unable to escape.
He glanced at Hun Sen.
Hun Sen was also taken aback for a moment.
He has seen many people come to repay their debts; some plead poverty, some haggle, and some drag their feet.
But I've never seen anything like this before, where they don't let you finish listing the details and just ask you for the total price.
interesting.
Hun Sen stopped talking and simply stretched out one hand with his five fingers spread.
"One and a half million, this matter is settled."
The private room was silent for a second.
Wang Defa's heart started racing.
One and a half million, much more than he had expected.
He thought the principal plus interest would be at most 1.1 to 1.2 million, but he didn't expect it to be 1.5 million. This loan shark is really ruthless.
He secretly glanced at Wang Guanxi, wanting to see his reaction.
Wang Guanxi's expression remained unchanged.
He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then put it down.
"Okay. I'll give you two million directly."
The private room became even quieter.
It was so quiet you could hear the airflow from the air conditioner vents.
Zhong Zhaolong paused for a moment, holding the teacup, and his eyes widened slightly.
Sister Hong was pouring tea when her hand trembled, and some tea spilled onto the tablecloth.
Wang Defa was completely dumbfounded.
He thought he had misheard.
Two million?
They want 1.5 million, and you give them 2 million?
What kind of operation is this?
Isn't negotiating a process of lowering the price?
Why are we going up there?
Hun Sen was also stunned.
He's been in this line of work for over a decade, and has handled at least eight hundred to a thousand debts.
I've never seen anything like this before.
Someone offered an extra 500,000 yuan?
He felt there was something wrong with his ears.
"What did you say?" Hun Sen asked.
Wang Guanxi looked at him and repeated each word carefully.
"I said, I'll give you two million."
He paused, his expression calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.
"But there are conditions."
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