Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 64 IOU
A van without a first gear driving on a mountain road is like an old man with one foot half in a coffin. It stops and starts all the way, and it is easy to stall when encountering a steep slope. It all depends on manual power.

However, they were already close to the border of Chongshan Province, which motivated everyone except Wenxue Gu!

After a day's delay, we finally crossed the boundary marker.

As soon as the wheels passed the boundary marker, Zeng Wenjie felt completely relieved!
Zeng Xiangdong also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you for your hard work, brothers. After we go back, I will treat everyone to wine and meat."

Fu Yong smiled and said, "Boss Zeng, you're too polite. I'm extremely grateful for your help in handling my eldest brother's funeral. It's my honor to be able to help you with this!"

Sanbai also said: "I have long wanted to do something big. If I do this, I will have plenty to talk about after dinner."

Old Li said, "After returning to Baishui Town, I will work for Boss Zeng and help you with your shipment."

Wenxue Gu looked miserable and was speechless.

Arriving at Baishui Town at noon, Zeng Xiangdong drove directly to the old house of Zeng Wenjie's great-grandmother.

My great-grandmother passed away a long time ago, and the old house is vacant. All the furniture and other things inside have been moved out, leaving only some worthless things.

"Boss Wen, please write me an IOU!" Zeng Xiangdong said coldly.

As long as the IOU is written, even if the police come to your door, you can have a reason to get away with it.

Suffice it to say that Wenxue Gu owed him money, so he was invited here to negotiate.

Wenxue Gu's face turned grim. "I'll just call home and have someone send the money. Why would I need to write an IOU?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Boss Wen, stop talking nonsense. You write the IOU and have someone deliver the money! Then, we'll return the note to you. It's that simple!"

Wenxue Gu refused to do so, shaking his head repeatedly and saying, "What if you accept the money but still refuse to return the IOU? Then won't I have to pay two installments?"

Zeng Wenjie said coldly: "Now is not the time for you to bargain with us!"

The old saying of literature: "I don't write IOUs!"

Zeng Xiangdong was furious. He rushed into the house, got a hemp rope and a sack, and put the rope around Wenxue Gu, gritting his teeth and saying, "You don't want to fight, right? Fine, I'll drag you down and drown you in the Baishui River! If you're lucky, maybe a flood will wash you back to Ganzhou, like a fallen leaf returning to its roots."

Zeng Wenjie also said: "Third brother, go over and help."

Sanbai didn't hesitate and went over to help tie the man up.

"No, no, no, I'll just write the IOU. Don't be impulsive!" Wenxue Gu was scared. He was back on someone else's territory and dared not say anything more.

He honestly wrote an IOU for 500,000 yuan, dated a month ago and due within a month.

Zeng Xiangdong took the IOU and said coldly, "Okay, you can call your family to raise money now! I'll release him once the money arrives."

After saying this, Zeng Xiangdong said, "Sanbai, go find someone outside who can understand Ganzhou dialect."

Sanbai immediately went to look for someone, and after about ten minutes, he found the person.

"I'll beat you in front of us. If you say anything wrong, I'll immediately throw you into the river and then take your IOU to ask your family for money!" Zeng Xiangdong said with a cold look in his eyes.

Wenxue Gu took Zeng Xiangdong's phone, smiled wryly and made a call. The person on the other end of the line was his son.

After Wenxue Gu had reached an agreement with his son, Zeng Xiangdong threw him directly into the cellar and asked someone to bring a mahjong table over.

This kind of cellar in my hometown is used to store cabbage and radishes, and some jars and cans are also thrown in it.

In order to prevent Wenxue Gu from being tortured to death, Zeng Wenjie ran back home, brought back some unused cotton wool, opened the cellar door and threw it in.

"Boss Zeng, there are too many mosquitoes in here. Can you give us some mosquito coils?" Wenxue Gu smiled bitterly.

He kept grabbing his neck and face. He had been locked up for less than an hour and had already been bitten by mosquitoes more than a dozen times.

Moreover, the mosquitoes in this cellar are extremely poisonous. One bite will cause a big swelling that can last for several days.

Zeng Wenjie said calmly: "If your son sends the money earlier, everything will be fine, but if it's too late, you will suffer more."

After closing the cellar door, Zeng Wenjie went to buy mosquito coils and floral water and brought them to the cellar.

He couldn't help laughing. Wenxuegu had turned into a Buddha's head, with small bumps all over it.

Wenxue Gu was very grateful, but he felt bitter inside. He thought he could live a good life in the future, but who knew it would end like this?
"This is going to get out sooner or later, and my reputation is going to be rotten in Baishui Town!" Zeng Wenjie thought. He wondered if those old men and women would scare their disobedient grandchildren by saying, "If you cry again, Zeng Wenjie will come and kidnap you!"

Thinking about it, Zeng Wenjie found it a little funny.

"Boss Xiao Zeng, um..." Sanbai walked up and said a little embarrassedly.

"Third brother, take these few hundred yuan and spend it first. I will pay you immediately when the money arrives." Zeng Wenjie took out another five hundred yuan and gave it directly to Sanbai.

Sanbai took it in his hand with surprise and said, "Okay, okay, thank you, Boss Zeng!"

Zeng Wenjie still had some money. He spent 150,000 yuan on the transfer of the storefront and some money on decoration, but it was not that he could not afford it.

The reason for dragging it out was, of course, to make the three desperadoes who didn't get the money stand on the same front with him and share the same hatred for the enemy.

"Boss Zeng!"

Zeng Wenjie was just in a daze when he heard a crisp sound.

Turning around, I saw Fu Qianzhu. She was wearing a woven straw hat, old-fashioned cloth shoes, and holding a vegetable basket and a small hoe in her hands.

This kind of dress is certainly rustic, but when worn by the young and beautiful Fu Qianzhu, it shows a unique and outstanding purity.

"Senior sister, good afternoon!" Zeng Wenjie smiled and said.

"Is everything going well?" Fu Qianzhu asked.

"Thanks to you, everything is fine." Zeng Wenjie bowed and said.

Fu Qianzhu felt relieved and asked, "Come to my house for dinner this afternoon? Half of the holiday is over, and I haven't had time to invite you to dinner to thank you."

Zeng Wenjie wanted to say no, but his father jumped out and said, "You go ahead. I'll be here. You'll have someone to play mahjong with, and it won't be boring."

"Hello, Mr. Zeng." Fu Qianzhu hurriedly greeted Mr. Zeng.

Then, Lao Zeng said with a smile: "Oh, no wonder my boy has changed his personality and stopped chasing after Boss Yang's daughter!"

Fu Qianzhu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so Zeng Wenjie quickly agreed: "Okay, I'll come to your house for dinner later. Don't make it too complicated, just make some fish. Oh, and stir-fry some fish with pickled chili sauce, I love that stuff!"

Baishui Town is adjacent to the Baishui River, and relies on the water for its livelihood, so the fish caught are abundant and cheap.

Fu Qianzhu agreed, then waved goodbye and left.

After everyone left, Zeng Wenjie turned around, rolled his eyes at his father, and said, "I still like the way you look when you're sad."

Zeng Xiangdong twitched his lips and cursed, "You bastard!"

Seeing that it was still early, Zeng Wenjie lay down on the chair, took out his mobile phone, inserted the SIM card, and used the limited data to log into his QQ account.

"I visited your store today. It's starting to take shape and the style is very interesting." Mu Qingyang left a message.

Then, he logged into his main account and received another message.

"Your novel has received quite a bit of rewards, but since it hasn't been published yet, the royalties are only three thousand yuan. Give me your card number and I'll transfer the money to you!"

"You keep it for now. When you have five million in royalties, transfer it to me."

"Oh...what have you been busy with recently? Why aren't you online? I want to read the latest chapter."

Her reply was very indifferent, as if the number of five million did not excite her at all.

She even took it for granted that it would be easy to earn so much royalties.

"I'll be done with the housework in a few days. I'll write when I have time."

“Everyone is so busy!”

"Hmm? As a great writer, I'm keenly aware that your words are suggestive. That boy must be busy too!"

"He didn't reply to my message and my phone call was unreachable."

Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but sigh, he didn't expect that Mu Qingyang had called him!
(End of this chapter)