Chapter 3 What an unexpected event

Chapter 3 What an unexpected event

Chapter 3 What an unexpected event
Jiang Xiuyuan's words successfully aroused An Rushong's interest. He certainly would not sympathize with the boss who was a capitalist. On the contrary, he was even a little gloating. At this moment, what he wanted to see most was the miserable appearance of that woman Sun Manzhu.

As the daughter of the boss and the executive director of the factory, Sun Manzhu has always been very arrogant. She has always been bossing the workers in the factory around and never looking them in the eye. Perhaps in her heart, those who work for her family are all poor losers who are not even worthy of carrying her shoes.

Now, her father's factory is on the verge of collapse, and it may even be in debt. Her situation is probably worse than those workers in the factory. At least An Rushong has no debt, ha!
However, the thought of gloating lasted less than ten seconds before the expression on An Rushong's face froze. He thought of a problem - damn, his salary for this month is probably going to be gone!

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard a woman's short scream suddenly coming from the corridor of the building. From the sound, it seemed that the woman had just screamed when someone covered her mouth.

Needless to say, the scream belonged to Director Sun, and all the workers present could hear it.

The workers gathered in the hall at the entrance were already talking a lot and feeling a little restless. At this moment, when they heard the screams coming from the corridor, their restless emotions suddenly boiled over.

"What did you do to Special Manager Sun?!" A young worker with a sturdy and strong build, who was easily reminiscent of "Shenma Stuff", asked loudly first.

Having said this, he strode into the corridor.

Someone stood up to take the lead, and the dozen or so workers present immediately followed him noisily. In An Rusong's eyes, Sun Manzhu was an arrogant and rude capitalist son, who, like her father, lived by sucking the blood and sweat of the factory workers. However, only a few people could see things as clearly as he did.

In the eyes of other workers in the factory, the girl with outstanding appearance, who looked quite similar to the young Jiang Shouyan, was a good person who was well-educated and gentle.

"What, what are you doing?!"

Seeing the workers rushing up, the five or six young men who were originally standing in the corridor took the initiative to come forward and shoved together with the workers walking in front. One of them seemed to be the leader and shouted fiercely: "You guys, do you want to bring trouble upon yourselves?"

After a pause, he continued, "Let me tell you, Sun Zhiji owed us 20 billion in Nanbudong. Now that he's dead, his daughter has to pay the debt. It's only natural to pay back a debt. What right do you have to interfere?"

After hearing what the other party said, the workers who were originally excited became quiet. The young man's words contained a lot of information. The Nambu-dong he mentioned was not just an address, but also represented a gang, a gang, the so-called "Nambu-dong faction", an organized violent group under the Seoul police.

Sun Zhiji owed the gang 20 billion won. Regardless of how much money this was, just the nature of it was enough to be daunting. Yes, if nothing unexpected happened, this debt must be usury. A loan of 20 billion won was not something that an average person could pay back.

Just as everyone was confronting each other in the corridor, a disheveled woman suddenly rushed out from a room at the bottom of the corridor. The woman was wearing a black business dress, revealing two white and slender calves. She had a pair of medium-heeled leather shoes on her left foot, but her right foot was bare.

The woman had long hair that was like a waterfall, and half of her face was covered by the messy hair. The half that was exposed was pale and full of tears.

"They lied!" The woman rushed out of the room and stumbled a few steps into the corridor, but was blocked by the people in front of her. She struggled hard and cried loudly, "These bastards colluded with a Japanese liar and deceived my father into signing the loan contract. I..."

"Hey, Miss Sun, don't say anything without evidence," before the woman could finish her words, a young man in a pink T-shirt walked out of the same room.

Young people have a very recognizable face, well, it is a standard pig kidney face, the forehead and chin of the whole face are bulging outwards, while the middle part is sunken inwards. This face shape can be said to be extremely disfigured. No matter how delicate the facial features are, they will only make people feel wretched, and the more delicate they are, the more wretched they are.

"That Japanese man was brought here by your father, Sun Zhiji himself, and the request for a loan was also proposed by your father himself," the young man walked to the woman's side and spoke slowly while adjusting his T-shirt.

"Before signing the loan contract, we even asked your father to sign a loan risk notification letter. So, everything you said is a frame-up against us. Even if you file a lawsuit in court, we still have the right to ask you to pay the debt."

After saying this, the young man, as if to confirm his statement to everyone present, took a document from a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase next to him, held it in his hand and showed it to everyone, while continuing to say: "Look, everyone, this is the loan contract signed between Sun Zhiji and us, and attached to it is the loan risk notification letter, which he signed." The woman next to him was naturally Sun Manzhu. She looked at the document in the young man's hand, suddenly pounced over, snatched the document away, rubbed it a few times, and tore it into pieces. Finally, as if she was still not satisfied, she stuffed the torn documents into her mouth like a madman, trying to swallow them all.

The young man whose documents were robbed was not panicked at all. He watched with a sneer as Sun Manzhu stuffed the document fragments into her mouth. Only when the last fragment in the other party's hand was in her mouth did he reach out to the middle-aged man next to him. A moment later, a thick stack of documents was put into his hands.

"You've all seen it, so the right and wrong of the whole thing should be clear to you, right?" The young man raised a stack of documents in his hand and shook it vigorously, saying with a sneer on his face, "What Miss Sun just tore up was just a photocopy. I have 30 more copies of the same thing here. If anyone is interested, come and get one and take a look."

Faced with the young man's ridicule, especially the thick stack of documents in his hand, the workers present chose to remain silent. Just as the young man said, even if the borrowed money is usurious, the concept of "paying debts is a matter of course" has long been ingrained in people's bones.

At this moment, even the workers felt that there was nothing wrong with the gang members' actions. If they had to complain, they could only blame Sun Zhiji for borrowing so much high-interest loans.

In this suffocating silence that made Sun Manzhu desperate, a cold voice suddenly popped up: "Can you give me a copy of the contract?"

This voice suddenly emerged in the silence of the crowd and attracted everyone's attention in an instant.

The person who spoke was naturally An Rushong. The reason why he chose to speak at this time was not to rescue Sun Manzhu, the capitalist's son, but because he wanted to show off and show off in front of others.

As soon as he said this, An Rusong gently pushed aside the colleague who was blocking the way in front of him, and squeezed to the front under the gaze of everyone. Then he bowed politely to the young man with a smile, and then stretched out his hand: "Please give me a copy of the contract, please."

The young man looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that at this critical juncture, someone would jump out to cause trouble, and what's more, this guy was too young.

However, the young man didn't say anything. He handed a thick stack of documents to An Rushong and asked him to take one for himself.

As the young man said before, the document was a loan contract signed by Sun Zhiji and his personal seal. An Rusong read it from beginning to end and found that there were no major problems in the contract. Even the interest was legal and compliant. The only point worth noting was that the repayment period stipulated in the contract was in November, which was four and a half months later.

In his previous life, An Rusong had dealt with loan sharking platforms a lot, and he knew very well how these people played loan sharking. In order to prevent the interest from exceeding the upper limit set by the state, the interest reflected in the contract is often not very high, and the real income of the borrower is obtained from the loan.

For example, a borrower borrows 10,000 yuan, but the actual amount received is only 6,000 yuan, and the remaining 4,000 yuan is the loan interest paid in advance.

Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens, even if the Nambu Dongpai really paid the 20 billion won that Sun Zhiji borrowed in this contract, the amount they paid could not be exactly 20 billion, but just over 10 billion at best.

Of course, let alone An Rushong, even if Sun Manzhu knew the truth, it would be useless. They are gangsters and loan sharks. Do you think they will really talk to you about the law?

So, is the Nanbudong faction really confident that it can sue Son Manju in court? The answer is of course no. On the contrary, if Son Manju really goes to court to sue, the Nanbudong faction will encounter a lot of trouble. Not to mention anything else, the 20 billion won they took out will first be investigated.

A loan can be as high as 20 billion won. Just imagine, not to mention other departments, the tax authorities alone will target them.

Therefore, for the gangs, no matter what the problem is, when it can be solved through unconventional means, they will always give priority to unconventional means. Who has ever heard of a gang that lends money at high interest suing others for no reason?

(End of this chapter)