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The alleys on the west side of the county town get narrower and narrower, and the lights get dimmer and dimmer.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of cheap coal briquettes mixed with low-quality tobacco.

The signboard of "Sihai Tea House" hangs crookedly on a two-story building. One of the light bulbs on the signboard is broken and flickers like a ghost's eye.

Two young men wearing black cotton-padded jackets were squatting at the entrance of the building.

They didn't speak, but when they saw Yu Bo approaching, they both looked up.

Yu Bo's heart skipped a beat.

He forced himself to straighten his back and adopted the same demeanor he used when giving speeches at the factory.

However, when he walked up to the two young men, his legs still trembled involuntarily.

A young man stood up, said nothing, but tilted his head, gesturing for him to go inside.

Yu Bo took a deep breath of the cold air and stepped into the teahouse.

A thick cloud of smoke, mixed with the stench of sweat and the clamor of Pai Gow, rushed towards me.

There were seven or eight tables in the lobby.

Each table was surrounded by burly men with bare chests and various tattoos.

The moment Yu Bo entered, the noisy lobby fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

A dozen or so pairs of eyes, filled with malice and scrutiny, fell upon him.

He felt like a sheep that had fallen into a wolf's den, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Pooh!"

At the table closest to him, a burly man spat a thick wad of phlegm right in front of his gleaming leather shoes.

A burst of laughter echoed in the lobby.

Yu Bo's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The young man who brought him in patted him on the shoulder expressionlessly and pointed upstairs.

Yu Bo dared not linger and almost fled as he quickly ascended the creaking wooden stairs.

The private rooms on the second floor were much quieter than those downstairs.

An experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioner wearing a white vest is performing gua sha on a shirtless man.

The man had his back to the door, his back covered with shocking purple marks, and between the marks, several hideous, long-healed knife scars could be seen.

He is Li Yanwang.

Li Yanwang did not turn around, nor did he even glance at Yu Bo.

"Did you bring the things?"

He then gestured with his chin to a square table next to him.

"I brought it with me."

Yu Bo took the iron box out of his pocket with trembling hands and placed it on the table.

"Um."

Li Yanwang snorted through his nose.

"There's a contract on the table."

"Look. If there are no problems, then sign it."

Yu Bo walked to the table and picked up the papers.

The paper was rough, and the words on it were printed with the lowest quality ink, making them crooked and uneven.

But the contents of the document caused Yu Bo's pupils to contract sharply.

Loan amount: RMB 122,000.

Actual amount received: RMB 110,000.

Repayment deadline: 3 days.

Total repayment amount: RMB 176,000.

Nine out, thirteen back.

There was one more clause at the end of the contract.

If the debt is not repaid by the due date, all collateral, including but not limited to the land, factory buildings, equipment of Hongxing Food Factory and all real estate under the debtor's name, will unconditionally become the property of the creditor.

Furthermore, creditors have the right to take "any necessary measures" to recover the debt.

The phrase "any necessary means" was deliberately bolded and enlarged.

This is no contract.

This is clearly a contract of servitude written in blood.

Yu Bo's palms were covered in cold sweat.

He held those few sheets of paper, feeling as if they weighed a ton.

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li..."

He licked his chapped lips, still trying to make a final stand.

"Isn't this interest rate... a bit too high...?"

"high?"

Li Yanwang finally stopped scraping.

He sat up impatiently and turned his head.

He didn't look fierce; in fact, he was rather refined, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

But the eyes behind those glasses resembled two lurking venomous snakes.

"Director Yu."

He deliberately emphasized the word "factory director".

"My time is very precious."

He had barely finished speaking.

Without warning, one of his henchmen drew a half-foot-long dagger from his waist.

A "click" sound.

The dagger was plunged deep into the wooden table in front of Yu Bo.

The blade was embedded three inches into the tabletop, and the handle was still trembling slightly.

Yu Bo froze.

All the words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat.

He stared at the still-humming dagger, no longer daring to hesitate.

He picked up the pen on the table and, with all his might, signed his name at the end of the contract of servitude.

The two characters "Yu Bo" were written crookedly, like scribbles.

After signing, one of Li Yanwang's men brought over a box of red inkpad.

Li Yanwang waved his hand.

He slowly pulled out the dagger from the table, and without even looking at it, lightly made a cut on his thumb.

A drop of blood seeped out.

He threw the dagger in front of Yu Bo.

"Use yours."

Yu Bo's face instantly turned pale.

He looked at the dagger stained with Li Yanwang's blood as if it were a death warrant from a judge.

His hands trembled as he picked up the dagger.

The cold touch made him shiver.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and made a cut on his thumb.

Blood gushed out all at once.

He pressed his bleeding finger heavily onto his own name.

A bright red, glaring bloody handprint was branded onto the contract of indenture.

After completing all of this, Yu Bo was completely exhausted.

He seemed to have all his energy drained away, slumping into the chair.

Only then did a smile appear on Li Yanwang's face.

"very good."

He clapped his hands.

Two men carried in a bulging canvas bag.

With a "bang," it was thrown at Yu Bo's feet.

"110,000, not a penny less."

"Director Yu, please have a bite."

Yu Bo mechanically lowered his head and unzipped the canvas bag.

Bundles of brand-new "Great Unity" (a symbol of unity in China) were neatly stacked inside.

The red banknotes were so bright they hurt his eyes.

He felt no joy whatsoever.

He felt as if the bag of money was a mountain, pressing down on him and making it hard to breathe.

Li Yanwang waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"Let's go."

Yu Bo staggered to his feet, struggled to lift the heavy money bag, and fled as if escaping from the private room, from the teahouse that had suffocated him.

After he left, in the private room.

The henchman who had previously held the dagger asked, puzzled.

"Uncle Jiu, this old man looks like he's about to go bankrupt, his factory is about to close down, why would you lend him money?"

Li Yanwang picked up a towel and slowly wiped the blood off his hands.

He looked in the direction Yu Bo had disappeared and let out a cold laugh.

"He went bankrupt, but his factory and that piece of land won't go bankrupt."

"What I want is his roots."

……

Clutching the money, Yu Bo rushed back to the food factory's office like a madman.

Yu Gaoyang was waiting inside, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Dad! How did it go! Where's the money? Did you manage to borrow it?"

Yu Bo slammed the heavy canvas bag onto his desk.

"Bang!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped Yu Gaoyang's shoulders tightly, roaring in a hoarse, almost broken voice:

"I got the money!"

"Immediately! Right now! Contact that guy surnamed Kim!"

"Tell him! We'll go make the deal right now!"