Above Destiny

Chapter 466 Prosperity
Imagine that faced with the relentless pressure from demanding creditors, the weak, pitiful and helpless victims shed tears, abandon their dignity and beg desperately, but get no concessions. With interest rates rising gradually, even if they sell their property, organs and children, they still cannot pay off the huge debt. In the end, they end up on the streets, crying and dying... What a tear-jerking story, what an indignant consequence.

It would be best if there were some violent debt collection scenes, yes, a few more people dead, preferably young people or children, and it would be even better if there were photos or videos.

It is natural that this will serve as a basis for a new storm. Countless people are already rubbing their hands and can't wait to join this game, just like piranhas swarming in and gnawing the whale calf into a pile of bones.

When a whale falls, all things are born.

It is indeed a beautiful, virtuous and fascinating story.

It’s a pity that the story just started and it seems to end there.

It was like a humble serf begging the landlord for a few days' grace to have a good New Year, but the landlord waved his hand and said: Hey, it's no big deal, don't say anything, you can pay it back whenever you want. Oh, by the way, the New Year is coming soon, take these two bags of rice, and take half a pork when you leave, to give your children some meat... From then on, everyone lived happily.

Is this right?
Is that so?
That’s not how the story is written!

Where are the contradictions? Where are the conflicts? Without villains and struggles, how can I write the long novels that follow? How can I make money from my roles?
For a moment, looking at that warm and calm face, not only Feng Yao, but everyone else was stunned and looked at each other.

incredible.

Even the energetic young man who originally wanted to take out the blood book and cry and wail in front of the camera of the reporter next door was embarrassed and subconsciously looked at Feng Yao.

No, how can I accept this role? Why doesn't he follow the script?

Changed the words!
"……real?"

During the long silence, Feng Yao's expression was stiff and suspicious. He glanced at the debt collector's face, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"What else? Are you going to be forced to sell your children?"

The debt collector himself was amused: "We are a legal enterprise in Hai'an, we pay taxes and abide by the law, how could we use violence to collect debts? I am here just to inform you, I won't put a knife to someone's neck and ask for money, right?"

"Then...then you..."

Feng Yao swallowed and looked at the soldiers outside who were armed to the teeth with live ammunition, finding it hard to understand.

Isn't it a bit too much that you come here with people and equipment to confiscate houses just to deliver a notice?
"Oh, this...our boss said so."

The debt collector smiled innocently, "We at Coast have always been people-oriented. No matter when or where, the safety and lives of our employees are our top priority. Recently, things have been a bit chaotic outside the city, and we have to follow the standards when we go out. If we can settle the debt, wouldn't it be convenient to escort them back together?"

Feng Yao suddenly understood and nodded rapidly.

So that’s it. So that’s it. You are right.

At least that's what it looks like on the surface. As for what's going on in one's mind, that's another matter.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard the debt collector's words: "Oh, there is one more thing..."

Instantly, everyone froze.

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

The main part of the show is finally here!
I was suddenly filled with excitement and anticipation: It was the coast after all. You've been pretending for so long, you can't help it anymore, right? Come on, show your true colors...

Then, I saw the debt collector's expression unable to hide his disappointment, and he shook his head helplessly.

Look up to the sky and sigh.

"Actually, it's not just you. Life outside the city is not easy. Life has been difficult for everyone recently. The good days on the coast are over."

He sighed and said, "During the rainy season, you heard about the pirate incident. So many pirates rushed to Haizhou, and Xinquan was the first to be hit. The losses were heavy, and the entire factory was destroyed. Now production has not been restored, and the expenses are getting bigger and bigger. To be honest, we are already insolvent."

As if meeting a bosom friend over a glass of wine, he grabbed Feng Yao's hand and began to complain: "It's hard to describe the current situation and circumstances of Coast. We can only survive by recovering some debts, but many assets have begun to be sold. You may have heard that yesterday, the boss even sold the tricycle production line to others in order to rebuild the factory..."

The feeling of sorrow, sadness and heartache that comes over me is so familiar.

This moment is just like that moment.

He was stunned and immediately angry - you, you're using my tricks against me? !

Who doesn’t know how to cry poor?

Come, let’s cry together and see who can cry louder!
Today I want to show you the abilities of the legendary debt-debtor king in the wilderness!

For a moment, in the gloomy meeting room, Feng Yao burst into tears again and complained continuously. When he talked about the sad parts, he couldn't help but hugged his head and cried bitterly with the debt collector.

Cry!

Tears are worthless.

Anyway, after today, I will start cleaning up my property, pack up my valuables, transfer my assets, and prepare to run away. No one will give a damn about you!

"Brother, it's not easy for you either." He choked up and held the debt collector's hand. "Don't worry, Coast will not let me down, and I will definitely not let Coast down. We will always be of one mind with Coast. As long as we live a good life, it's better than anything else. When the autumn plowing is over, I will take people to Coast to screw!"

"Oh, that's not necessary."

The debt collector shook his head and declined, leaving Feng Yao at a loss for a moment. "You may not have heard clearly what I just said. We have already started selling off assets. In addition to the production lines of tricycles and motorcycles, we also have debt relationships... Due to the situation, many debts that cannot be repaid can only be packaged together and sold at a low price."

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

He said, "We'll meet again someday."

"What?" Feng Yao was stunned.

"Come on, today is a good day, everyone is here, let me introduce you--"

The debt collector stood up and pointed to the middle-aged man beside him who had been smoking silently from the beginning until now: "This is the representative of Wanli Finance who intends to purchase your debt, Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu, this is Mr. Feng Yao."

Boss Zhu smoked a cigarette, nodded slightly nonchalantly, and glanced at Feng Yao through the curling smoke.

He then coldly withdrew his gaze.

Don't care.

That look...

Feng Yao felt cold all over.

It's like looking at a piece of fish lying on a chopping board, looking for where to cut...

Wait, Wanli Finance? Which Wanli? I seem to have heard of it before. It seems to be the investment department of Xingzhou Group? The one in Yacheng?
Isn't that just...

At that moment, Feng Yao felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

——Huang Ji!!!

"What do you think?" The debt collector turned around and looked at Mr. Zhu.

Mr. Zhu put out his cigarette and nodded: "Okay, no problem."

Then, the debt collector became more and more eager: "Then let's sign the contract?"

Mr. Zhu nodded.

"and many more!"

Feng Yao subconsciously stood up and tried to stop him: "Wait a minute..."

But no one paid any attention to him.

Even, no one cares.

On this tattered table in the settlement, the debt collector took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, two copies, and a signing pen. He signed on pages six, nine, and ten, and stamped the appendix with his handprint, a seal, and then a saddle stamp.

The handover was so quick and smooth.

I don't seem to know how many times this has been repeated.

After signing the last word, Mr. Zhu slowly stood up and shook hands: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

"Pleasure, pleasure."

The debt collector smiled eagerly, "Boss Gou told me before I came here that Mr. Zhu is very straightforward when it comes to doing things!"

"You're welcome. Brother Mao has instructed that Mr. Ji's affairs are his affairs, and Mr. Ji's requests must be followed according to Boss Chen's requests."

Mr. Zhu, who was not polite, smiled at the debt collector and said, "When I'm done with this, I'll host a party to celebrate."

"It's easy to talk about."

The two of them went through the process, and the debt collector dried the ink on the paper, put the contract into a briefcase, and said, "I won't bother you anymore. I still have two more notices to deliver."

"Goodbye." Mr. Zhu said goodbye and saw his guest out the door like a host.

The debt collector finally turned around and looked at the stunned crowd, and even Feng Yao, whose face gradually turned pale, seemed to finally understand something, and then, he finally grinned.

Wave goodbye.

"See you later, everyone."

Well, if I can see you again in the future...

As the debt collectors walked away and the armored vehicles disappeared, the atmosphere in the entire settlement became increasingly depressing and as low as death.

The crowd, who had just fought back against the armed clearing team on the coast, could not help but want to retreat when they saw the unarmed man walking towards them step by step.

In the dead silence, Mr. Zhu sat back in the main seat and opened the silver cigarette case again. The crisp sound of the lighter spread, making everyone's eyelids twitch wildly.

"call--"

Under the pale sunlight outside the window, smoke rose up and blurred the face.

"Tell me, come up with a charter."

Mr. Zhu glanced at the silent Feng Yao and suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen is not an unreasonable person. He will definitely understand everyone's difficulties.

I guess he must also want to know..."

Mr. Zhu glanced at the dull and pale faces, and smiled with a chilling smile: "What kind of hero dares to owe Huangji money?"

goodong...

In the dead silence, the only sound was the sound of swallowing saliva.

So jarring.

Looking at that pair of eyes without any smile, Feng Yao's expression twitched. At this moment, there was only one question left...

Is it too late to pay back the money now?

“…Oh no, it’s too late.”

"I'm sorry that the boss went to Yacheng today..."

"I'm sorry, our company's principle is to never interfere with the private space of our members. Phone harassment is strictly prohibited after get off work hours. Yes, even for the boss. Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday. We will convey it to you on Monday..."

"I'll pass it on to you. Yes, you can contact his personal assistant, and Ms. Isis will make an appointment for you...next year? That's really not possible...is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Pay back the money? Sorry, the service is closed now. I can't get in touch with you. How about you wait a little longer?
Oh my, this is too much, how can this be possible?!
Don't worry, I'll tell the boss right away when he comes back... I'll definitely do it next time!"

And in the office that had just been built, Mr. Gou, the newly appointed general manager of Courier Logistics, hung up a call from another village and forgot about the tearful accusations from the other end.

He lowered his head and looked at the screen showing another amount of money transferred from Wanli Finance, then happily picked up the enamel pot and took a sip of tea leaves.

Turning back, he looked out the window at the dust rising from the construction sites under the scorching sun, and his face suddenly lit up with a smile.

Our business is booming, booming...

After all, the boss has a solution!
Our Coast is a legitimate enterprise, how can we engage in violent debt collection? Besides, aren't there professionals around?
Such a large amount of bad debt was sold to Huangji, and the problem was solved in a blink of an eye. Funds flowed back in one after another, and the account balance immediately became a lot more comfortable.

The financial situation, which was originally stretched by the expansion of Xinquan, the initial investment in the shipyard, the workshop's crematorium-like money-burning efficiency and the bottomless pit-like capital demand, has been greatly alleviated.

Isn't this a good day?!
As for those settlements that don't want to pay back the money, don't want to die, and don't want to go to the factory to screw screws, when they fall into Huangji's hands, whether they are beheaded or accepted as dogs has nothing to do with Hai'an.

We are doing serious business!

With the end of the rainy season, during the few months when Director Ji was "ill from overwork" and "recuperating from illness", the development of the coastal industry was in full swing.

The current sales have exceeded the scope of Haizhou and are exported to the Thousand Islands and Middle-earth. The tricycles and tractors are sold to Hongbang. It is so popular that even the priest king said that this thing is better than a rake after plowing the land!

The situation seems to be opening up and it is time to strike while the iron is hot.

Since the resumption of work these days, from top to bottom, from office clerks to factory workers, almost everyone who can breathe is receiving double wages and bonuses and is being worked like a nuclear-powered donkey, and manpower is in great demand.

At this critical juncture, there is no need to show mercy to those who still want to play tricks on Hai'an.

If you don't follow the rules of the right path, then let's follow the rules of Huangji.

Chen Xingzhou was just worrying about how he couldn't strengthen his influence and expand the scope of Yacheng Huangji. Naturally, he would not let go of this dog that came to his door to sell. He paid the bill without blinking an eye, and then he sent out his adopted daughters one by one to arrange jobs.

At the same time, the development of courier logistics received support from Yacheng and Chaocheng, the two largest central cities in Haizhou, and received countless unexpected green lights.

Of course, during this process, more and more people participated, but Ji Jue did not care about the dilution of his shares and instead accepted everyone who came.

In this way, with a lot of support and investment, the originally small coverage network began to expand and develop continuously.

If the original transportation channel connecting the two central cities and the seven small cities was the aorta, then the countless tiny roots now were like tiny blood vessels outside the aorta, gradually growing through the wilderness and entwining many small cities, towns and even settlements...

Today, in the wilderness, countless settlements and towns are like tiny dots, and the links between them are as fragile as spider silk.

All it takes is a strong wind to make those small dots shake and the spider silk fall apart, but they will reconnect again in unexpected ways under the collaboration of the residents in the settlement and the garbage man.

And under the catalysis of messenger logistics and massive small three-wheeled vehicles, the speed is even more outrageous, showing a kind of alternative tenacity and stability.

As a result, a strange situation occurred in Haizhou.

It is obvious that the relationship between Tianyuan and Bailu has always been one of rise and fall since ancient times, but with the development of coastal industry and messenger logistics, both Tianyuan and Bailu are losing.

After the last rainstorm, the whole Haizhou seemed to be thriving.

From the City Hall and the Governor's Mansion in the city to the residents and garbage collectors in the wilderness, and even the countless citizens and practitioners involved in it, life has gotten better for everyone!

Including Ji Jue, who had broken his legs dozens of times for no apparent reason in the Xinxiang sanatorium and became the MVP...

After reading the medical records, Dr. Xie finally waved his hand and signed his name:

"Discharge!"

(End of this chapter)