Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 2: No one is rich without windfall
Ning Bishu waited in the dim room outside the stairwell of his grandmother's house for about 40 minutes before his grandmother came back trembling.

"There's 40 yuan in this card. Houses are cheap now and can't be sold. If you had come here a few years earlier, I could have lent you more." Grandma handed the bank card to Ning Bishu, her eyes full of pity, "Ashu, this is all I have left for my coffin. When I die one day, you have to hold a funeral for me, and make it beautiful."

"Look at what you're saying. Even if you don't give me the money, I'll still do it for you!" Ning Bishu smiled and put the bank card in his pocket without saying anything. "What's the password?"

"Six zeros or six eights, Abao just told me..." Grandma muttered softly.

"It's okay, it's okay! Just try them all!" Ning Bishu said with a smile, then hesitated for a moment and asked another question, "Who did you borrow this money from?"

"Old Gao!" Grandma said nonchalantly, "In our area, any office building has it. But I'm mortgaging it, not selling it outright. If you really want to get a wife, and I don't pay for it, then it's considered a sale to him."

"What if I can't get it?"

"Then just pay some interest! Didn't you say one month would be enough?"

"Oh... yes, yes, yes!" Ning Bishu suddenly realized.

Grandmother whispered again, "At eight percent interest a month, that's three thousand and two."

Ning Bishu immediately said, "I'll go!"

"What the hell are you doing here? Bring my wife back to me right now!" my grandmother scolded with a smile.

Ning Bishu nodded repeatedly and said yes.

Then he gave his grandmother a few more instructions and quickly left her house.

After leaving his grandmother's house, Ning Bishu walked out of the alley and saw the main road outside.

He was excited and walked quickly.

After a while, he walked into an ICBC ATM and inserted the card given by his grandmother.

I tried a password with 6 8s and it worked the first time.

Ning Bishu glanced at the number on the card and his heart started beating faster.

However, this card was opened in Lao Gao's name.

Ning Bishu quickly transferred all the money in the card to his own bank card.

After a while, when he walked out of the cubicle, Ning Bishu took a deep breath.

He now has 48 yuan on him.

but……

This is far from enough!

Ning Bishu's eyes turned fierce, and there was cruelty in them.

Since you have chosen to do it, of course you should either not do it or do it thoroughly!
He took out his cell phone and sat down on the ground beside the busy road.

First, I opened my bank APP, and after a lot of shaky operations, I finally found the interface for personal credit loans.

Looking at the maximum limit above, Ning Bishu took a breath, gritted his teeth, and clicked to apply.

Then there was another round of filling out forms, which took nearly ten minutes.

By the time he finally sent out the application, he felt like his brain was full of blood.

This time he borrowed 50...

Logically, a loser like him shouldn't have such a high credit limit.

But maybe it was because he had never borrowed money from the bank, so his credit record was clean enough, or maybe it was because business had been difficult in recent years and the bank also needed to improve its performance. In short, Ning Bishu's loan application was sent out.

Then he slowly stood up, his knees slightly weak, and walked towards home.

After walking for about five or six minutes, the cell phone rang.

"Hello, are you Mr. Ning Bishu? Your ID number is..." The bank called.

Ning Bishu nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes! It's me!"

"The reason you just applied for a loan from us was business dealings. We'd like to check with you..."

"well!"

"Your home address is..."

"Correct!"

"Your current workplace is..."

"Yes!"

"Your repayment date is one month from now. You're probably borrowing the money for a short-term bridge loan, right?"

"That's right! That's right!"

"Okay, we'll deposit the money directly onto your card within two business days. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact me. My work ID is... and my work WeChat ID is this phone number. Please accept my friend request later."

"Okay, okay!"

"I wish you good luck in your work and life. Goodbye."

The person on the other end hung up the phone.

Ning Bishu stood by the roadside, in a daze.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and he took a deep breath. Before he knew it, his back was wet.

After standing for a while, he continued to move forward...

In the next few hours, Ning Bishu would go into every bank he passed by to apply for a card.

He walked from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m., and except for the bank's break, he also took the time to eat a bowl of noodles. The rest of the time, he was either applying for a card or on the way to apply for a card.

By the time Ning Bishu got home around 4pm, there were already 12 bank cards stuffed into his card wallet!

"Mom." Ning Bishu pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was pitch black and smelled faintly of feces and urine.

"Oh." A voice came from the inner room, weak and sluggish, as if the voice was about to die.

Ning Bishu closed the door and walked in, changed into slippers, walked to his parents' room and opened the door.

It's as cold inside as outside.

My mother was lying on a small bed, next to her was Ning Bishu's father's nursing bed.

"The meal is ready. I didn't buy any vegetables today, so I just steamed an egg." Mom's voice was tired.

Ning Bishu responded calmly, walked up and asked, "Dad, are you okay today?"

"What's good about it? The bed is full of poop. I spent the whole afternoon cleaning it up... Ugh!" Mom said with a dry heave.

Ning Bishu's heart tightened when he saw this, and he glanced at his father who was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

In this damn day, whoever has loved can just get lost!

If he hadn't been reborn, the whole family would have burned charcoal together. Living one day less would be full of love for himself!

Without saying a word, he turned, closed the door of his parents' room, walked to the kitchen, and unplugged the rice cooker.

The rice cooker is double-layered.

Cook rice below and put an egg custard in a steamer above.

Recently, China and the United States were reconciling accounts, and many people on a certain application were teaching foreigners how to do this.

Little did he know that in Ning Bishu's eyes, egg custard was simply a nightmare.

He has been eating egg custard since he was a child. Two eggs and some vegetables are enough to provide a meal for the whole family.

And this kind of life has not ended until now.

Ning Bishu had no idea how long this kind of life would last.

But now, he knew.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the time and the dozen or so bank apps on it again.

He was really reborn, it wasn't just a dream.

Ning Bishu took out the bowl and chopsticks, seized the opportunity, and finished his meal in a few quick bites.

Then he cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, which were not even greasy or wet, with a few swipes of clean water and quietly returned to his own little room. Once the door was closed, this small space of less than 10 square meters became a world where he could find temporary peace.

But now, Ning Bishu doesn't want peace at all.

"What were the wool-pulling software Runren used before leaving?"

Ning Bishu opened the search software and typed these words.

After a while, he found an answer with a screenshot.

The picture is densely packed with micro-loan software, taking up two entire screens!
Ning Bishu downloaded the picture without thinking.

Then he was about to open the market app and start manually turning the gears of his destiny.

But at this moment, a phone call came in out of the blue.

"Ning Bishu! Why didn't you come to work today!?"

The person who asked the question spoke in a very aggressive tone. He was the mistress and executive director of the boss of Ning Bishu's company.

Ning Bishu chuckled and replied directly, "What's it to you? I won't go tomorrow! I won't go the day after tomorrow! I don't want my salary anymore! I'm giving it to the boss to buy Brother Wei!"

"Ning Bishu! How dare you talk to me like that!" The person on the other side was furious.

"Who do you think you are? Go and eat some of the boss's money!" Ning Bishu hung up the phone and blocked the other party directly.

Then, with a smile on his face, he continued to download his wool software.

While waiting, he opened his stock app again...

These days, working hard won’t make you rich.

If you want to get rich, it’s useless to just be conscienceless.

It also has to be wild enough.

What the ancients said was very true.

No one can be rich without windfall!

(End of this chapter)