Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 105 A Bet's a Bet

Chapter 105 A Bet's a Bet (Part 1)

"Hello, yes, the payment has been completed, you don't need anything else, thank you..."

"Your company is really something else. I have to wait for you to set a repayment date just to pay me back? What the hell does it mean that I have to wait until next month to pay after it's overdue? Why didn't you tell me that when I borrowed the money?"

"Your loan sharking is so unprofessional! You just want to charge me an extra month's interest, right? Why don't you just tell me how much the penalty is for being two days late? You think two days' worth of money isn't enough? You insist on dragging it out for another month, don't you?"

"You think I'm stupid and rich? Aren't you afraid I'll run away with your money?"

"I'm a hopeless OCD patient, can't I just delete this stupid app today? It annoys me."

"Alright, you can wait while I call to report it. I'm just about to go see my lawyer..."

"You know Lü Xueqian, right? He specializes in handling economic disputes in Beijing. Go look him up yourself..."

"That's pretty much it..."

"Hey, hello, I can't find the repayment interface on your app?"

"Overdue? Of course I know I'm overdue!"

"What the hell? You have to borrow another loan to start the repayment process after you're overdue? Holy crap, what kind of crazy scheme is this? How about this, I'll teach you a better way. Go look around on the street, some storefronts have signs with the last two letters being B and C. Find a few people, bring some guns, and go in to beg..."

"Oh? You know robbing a bank is illegal?"

"Call your boss here!"

"It's not like I'm not going to pay you back. If I sue you in court, you won't get a single penny, and you'll even have to pay the court fees."

"Does X-Zhou A-Bao know you? No? Does BJ Gou Xiaofei know you? Yes? Who am I to him? Ha! I'm his VIP customer! Just by looking at your company's registered address in Beijing, I know you must know A-Gou."

"The penalty for breach of contract is 500 yuan a day, right? This isn't compound interest, is it? It's a fixed penalty? Alright, alright, it's just a pittance. Hurry up and get it done in the back office. I'll transfer it to you right now."

"They're so hesitant to make even the smallest profits; they have no ambition to make big money!"

"Yes, principal and interest, 206000 yuan, plus an extra 600 yuan for two days of breach of contract, fine, your company is honest and straightforward..."

Ning Bishu took a high-speed train for more than four hours, during which he made phone calls for at least three and a half hours.

My throat was practically hoarse from talking all the way.

Initially, the other passengers in the business class carriage were quite annoyed by Ning Bishu's endless phone calls. However, whether they were already on the train before Ning Bishu or those who boarded later, anyone who listened to Ning Bishu talk on the phone for more than 20 minutes would naturally shut up. After all, Ning Bishu's charismatic attitude of repaying debts was simply too captivating.

On average, he pays out more than 20 yuan every ten minutes or so.

Over a million in just one hour...

A passenger happened to be traveling the same way as Ning Bishu and witnessed the entire process of Ning Bishu arguing with various microloan platforms from the moment he sat down. At first, he was impatient, then gradually began to understand, and later slowly became numb. Finally, as the sun outside the window was about to set, Ning Bishu finally put down his phone, hoarsely said to take a break, and as he got up to distribute apology red envelopes to everyone in the carriage, the man's gaze towards Ning Bishu suddenly became solemn and respectful.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm disturbing everyone's rest..." Ning Bishu walked from front to back, opened the X-letter social network and randomly added friends, insisting on transferring 500 yuan to each passerby.

Those who can afford to travel in business class, even if they are not rich, are at least not short of money. These people waved their hands and refused, but some were very willing to make Ning Bishu, this interesting friend.

When Ning Bishu walked up to the middle-aged man who had been walking with him, the man, who was about forty-seven or forty-eight years old, couldn't help but ask curiously, "Friend, you've borrowed so much money online, why don't you just borrow from a bank directly? I've heard you talking to them all the way here, and none of these platforms are legitimate!"

Ning Bishu smiled, scanned the middle-aged man's WeChat QR code with a beep, transferred 500 yuan to him, and explained casually, "Times change, and situations differ at each stage..."

"Oh……"

The middle-aged man nodded, his eyes showing a hint of appreciation for Ning Bishu, and introduced himself, "I work at XX Customs."

Upon hearing that this was a person of considerable importance, Ning Bishu instinctively acted patriotically, professionally, honestly, and friendly, shaking hands firmly with the other party and greeting him, "Hello, leader."

The middle-aged man smiled.

Ning Bishu didn't say anything more and walked straight to the next person. After a while, Ning Bishu finished scattering coins in the carriage and returned to his seat.

The passengers in the train carriage who had received Ning Bishu's transfer exchanged bewildered glances. They didn't care much about the 500 yuan; the more easygoing ones accepted it directly, while the more composed ones simply logged out of WeChat and pretended not to see it. After all, the money would be returned automatically when the time came. However, they were genuinely impressed by Ning Bishu's feat of returning over 400 million yuan in just a few hours.

These days, not counting the truly wealthy few.

Four million in cash is no small sum for any family.

Another half hour passed, and around 5 o'clock, the bullet train slowly arrived at the station. Ning Bishu slung his backpack over his shoulder, followed by two bodyguards in sunglasses, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, and the three of them got off the train with an air of nonchalance.

Feeling the gazes of the passengers who got off at the same station, Zhang Long even felt a bit of pride in being treated like a dog.

It might seem a bit cheap, but if I ask myself honestly...

When the boss is awesome, even the lowly employees feel proud!
"Young man, what do you do for a living?" The middle-aged leader who had come the same way as Ning Bishu got out of the car and took the same exit as Ning Bishu. As soon as the two met, the leader, naturally not one to back down, stepped forward and took the initiative to ask.

Ning Bishu avoided answering the question and replied, "Don't worry, leader. We are doing all legal business. Every penny of our income is under the strong supervision of the state."

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man smiled and, seeing that Ning Bishu was unwilling to talk about it, did not press the matter.

Although they were just strangers who met by chance, he still maintained a basic sense of boundaries.

He deliberately slowed his pace, then turned and went to the bathroom.

Ning Bishu regarded this middle-aged man as just a passerby.

Without giving it much thought, he strode forward and soon reached the taxi queue. He got into his car and immediately called Mu Shanming: "Mr. Mu, I've arrived in Beijing. I'd like to treat Mr. Lü and Brother Gou to dinner tonight. Did Mr. Lü tell you?"

Mu Shanming replied softly, "I understand."

After a pause, he asked curiously, "What's wrong with your voice today?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just talked too much. It's okay to have a little wine tonight, as long as I don't eat spicy food."

Ning Bishu asked, "Has President Lü made reservations?"

Mu Shanming said, "I don't know, let me ask."

"Okay," Ning Bishu said casually. "Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No ah."

Can I have a cold drink today?

"Can... what do you mean?"

"Hahahaha!"

Ning Bishu laughed a few times, then his voice suddenly turned slightly somber, "Attorney Mu, do you still remember our agreement?"

Mu Shanming's expression changed instantly.