Chapter 221: Short of money? Give me your phone!
Chapter 221: Short of money? Give me your phone!
"Tell me more." Hearing this, Russell raised his eyebrows, "Are there still demons wandering around in Donglai?"
Zeng Bo's face was a little serious at this time: "I have never seen them mixed with demons before."
"Even when we clashed, we never met."
"Based on the descriptions of my subordinates, I feel that it is somewhat similar."
"From the north."
Hearing this, Russell couldn't help but sit up straight.
There is no doubt that the people coming from the north that Zeng Bo mentioned are the group of demonic troops from the northern border.
"Is the pressure in the north of Ming Dynasty so great?" Russell fell into deep thought.
Because the course of history has changed, the extremely cold land in the north that originally belonged to Tsarist Russia is now occupied by the demon army.
The Eastern Slavs basically retreated to Eastern Europe, the place where their origins lay.
As for the Oirat people and the Jurchens.
Because they were a nomadic people, most of them died when the first wave of secret realms arrived.
Emperor Taizong Wen and Emperor Chengzu Wen probably never expected that after fighting against foreign tribes all their lives, they would end up dying in such a ridiculous way.
So strictly speaking, the demon army in the north of the Ming Dynasty was actually fighting on two fronts, fighting Tsarist Russia in the west and fighting the Ming Dynasty in the south.
This made Russell wonder why the situation deteriorated so quickly.
Logically, the demon army should not have the time to stretch their hands so far, considering that Donglai is not close to the northern border.
The Demon Army and the Guiyi Sect are two completely different concepts.
At most, Guiyi Sect can be regarded as just a dog they raise.
If the demon army appears in Donglai, the situation in the cities near the north will only become more dire.
However, Russell is currently only the vice president of the East Leica Association, so it is better to let the big shots above deal with such major issues first.
"Do you know what they are doing recently?" Thinking of this, Russell asked about the recent developments of Guiyi Sect.
Hearing this, Zeng Bo shook his head and said, "I don't know. The demons from Guiyi Sect have been keeping a low profile recently. They didn't even think of causing trouble when demons invaded some time ago."
"Tsk." Russell frowned slightly. This calm situation always made him feel that it was the prelude to a storm. "Forget it, let the association handle this matter. It has nothing to do with us."
Zeng Bo was silent.
As the director of the Public Security Office, he will definitely not be able to escape if something happens.
After all, it's still his job in the end.
"Director Zeng, do you have time today? It's a good opportunity to absorb some fresh blood first." Putting aside the matter of Guiyi Sect for the time being, Russell talked about another matter, "You should have a rough candidate already, right?"
Zeng Bo nodded. As early as when Russell gave him the task of recruiting new members, the middle-aged man already had several candidates in mind.
But more things to say will have to wait until he goes back and sorts them out.
But right now, the number is definitely enough to complete the tasks for the adults in front of me.
With a flash of waves, the two people and the spider disappeared into the abandoned factory.
In the not-so-spacious living room, a middle-aged man was smoking one cigarette after another with a frown on his face.
But even so, it seems unable to suppress the sadness in my heart.
Next to him, a middle-aged woman with black hair mixed with wisps of white hair was silently wiping her red eyes.
In front of them, a somewhat decadent young man was kneeling on the ground unwillingly.
After a long while, the middle-aged man stopped smoking and said angrily, "How old are you?!"
"You're still thinking about becoming a card maker. If you really have that talent, wouldn't you have already done it!?"
"You don't do your work all day, you just hang out and fool around!"
"Tell me how much you owe!"
The young man paid no attention to the middle-aged man's scolding. Only when he heard the last sentence did his eyes light up, but then he hesitated again.
"boom!"
The ashtray was smashed hard next to the young man. The middle-aged man laughed angrily: "People have come to throw paint on your door, what else do you dare not say?"
Hearing this, the young man hesitated and said, "Three or three hundred thousand."
"How many?!"
A deafening roar sounded, and the middle-aged man looked at the young man in disbelief.
The young man was desperate at this time, and said with his neck stiff, "I don't have any money anyway. They said if I can't pay it back, they'll let me pay with my life. Dad, just watch."
Seeing his son like this, the middle-aged man gasped for a few times, but then he seemed to have aged by dozens of years in an instant, hunched over and whispered: "There are only 20,000 yuan in the family, 300,000 yuan"
"Just sell the house." The young man didn't care. Before he confessed, he had already thought about how to get the gold coins of the two old men.
The middle-aged woman who had been silent the whole time took out a few tattered Ming Dynasty banknotes from her pocket and said, "This is the money I earned from serving food today. Son, take it and use it first."
"Your father and I will find a way to deal with the money issue, don't worry."
"Mom is old and useless."
Looking at the Ming Dynasty banknotes which totaled no more than two hundred yuan, the young man curled his lips in disdain: "What can I do with just this little bit?"
"I will definitely make a lot of money when I become a card maker!"
"I said that loving mothers often spoil their children! Look at what your son has become!" Hearing this, the middle-aged man stood up angrily with red eyes, "Get lost!"
"I will just pretend that I don't have a son like you!"
As he said this, he pushed the young man up and pushed him out of the door.
Looking at the tightly closed security door in front of him, the young man spat angrily, kicked it and turned away.
Rooftop.
Russell was silent for a long time before turning to look at Zeng Bo: "Does the club also have lending business in Donglai?"
Everything that had just happened made him inexplicably think of the situation when he first came into this world.
He also had a huge debt and needed to sell his house to repay it.
Fortunately, he had some talent in card making and finally filled the hole.
Otherwise, the outcome would probably be being forced to join the Begging Spirit Society.
Although he is now a member of the Begging Spirit Society.
Russell just thought that the process was the same for Donglainaxin.
Zeng Bo beside him shook his head expressionlessly. He didn't expect to see such a family ethics drama as soon as he arrived.
"This guy just often causes trouble. He was even detained by the association for a period of time for attacking a card maker."
Russell felt the physical strength of the young man below him, and his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
All I can say is that it would be difficult for the other party to defeat the Paw Patrol, let alone a normal card maker.
At this time he also realized that he had been thinking wrongly. After all, it was he who gave Zeng Bo the task of recruiting new members for the Qiling Society today.
It is impossible for the director of the public security office to arrange the debt collection drama in advance.
"It should be just ordinary loan sharking?" Russell was about to make such a judgment in his mind when his eyes froze.
Zeng Bo also stared down with some confusion.
The entrance of the corridor.
Seeing the young man staggering out with his hands in his jeans pockets, a muscular man with a scarred face came out from the dark and asked, "Where's the money?"
The man put his arm around the young man's shoulders in a friendly manner.
The young man shuddered, and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "Brother Pang, my parents said that they will sell the house tomorrow to raise money for me. Don't worry, I will definitely pay it back."
Hearing this, Pang Ge showed a strange smile on his face: "You know that tomorrow is the last day, right?"
The young man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but Pang Ge's next words made him freeze in place.
“So if I don’t see the money tomorrow, it won’t be three hundred thousand anymore.”
Selling a house is not something that can be done in a day or two.
this means
The youth is overdue.
"Brother Pangpang, please give me a few more days and I will definitely pay you back!" The young man swallowed and promised hurriedly.
Pang Ge looked a little embarrassed at this time: "It is written in black and white on the contract, and I can't just extend it if I want to." "But."
Seeing that things seemed to be turning around, the young man hurriedly asked: "Brother Pang, just tell me what conditions you have!"
Hearing the young man's words, Pang Ge looked at him kindly and said, "Then come with me."
Feeling Pang Ge's gaze, the young man couldn't help but feel his anus tighten, and his heart sank: "No way..."
But thinking of the compound interest on the overdue payment, he finally gritted his teeth and followed the burly man.
On the rooftop, Russell, who had witnessed everything, asked with interest: "Director Zeng, can you follow and take a look?"
Zeng Bo nodded with a cold face.
As for why the two of them suddenly had this attitude, it was naturally because they perceived the burly man as a card maker.
Even though it's only bronze level, it's illegal.
The two of them followed behind the two little Karamis from a distance.
Until they entered a brightly lit brothel.
"Director Zeng should be able to disguise himself, right?" Russell asked casually while looking at the brothel not far away. "I don't want the headline of the Donglai Morning Post tomorrow to be the gossip about Director Zeng Bo of the Public Security Office."
Facing the young man's ridicule, Zeng Bo remained calm.
As a secret member of the Begging Spirit Society, how could he not have some means of disguise?
As a faint blue light flashed, an expressionless young man with a crew cut appeared in front of Russell.
"You are Mr. Xu today, and I am Mr. Lu." As if remembering something funny, Russell said with a smile, "Let's go to the brothel to listen to music. I'll treat you."
Zeng Bo pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly: "How dare I let Master Lu spend money, let me pay."
The two of them stepped into a brothel called "Wanhualou".
As soon as they entered the door, an old procuress came up to greet them with a smile: "Is this your first time here, gentlemen?"
Russell responded casually, his eyes searching the burly man and the young man.
The strengthened body naturally captured the two people easily.
"What's the consumption on the second floor?"
Hearing Russell's question, the madam's eyes lit up: "You two gentlemen have come at the right time. Our Wanhua Tower is currently holding a membership promotion."
"Deposit 10,000 and get 10,000 for free."
"And if you want to go to the second floor, you need to be our member."
"It just so happens that you can become a member by just recharging 10,000 yuan."
"My two lords, please look."
The madam was interrupted by the card in front of her before she could finish her words.
It’s Zeng Bo’s savings card.
"Ten thousand per person."
"Okay, please go upstairs, gentlemen."
Russell and the other man followed the madam upstairs, only to find that the two men had gone straight up to the third floor.
Russell didn't waste any words and immediately asked the madam beside him, "How much is the third floor?"
The madam was stunned: "The third floor is the rest area for the staff, it is not open to the public."
Hearing this, Russell and the other man looked at each other.
"Is that so?" Russell scratched his head.
Then the madam in front of him rolled her eyes and fainted.
Fortunately, there were private rooms on the second floor, and no one noticed what happened in the corridor.
Russell found an empty bag and wanted to throw the unconscious madam in. He looked at the stairs leading to the third floor and said, "Come on, Mr. Xu, let's go up and take a look."
Zeng Bo hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
On the third floor, Pang Ge came to a door.
The young man, who was thinking about how to relieve his pain, bumped into the sturdy man's back unexpectedly. "Are we there yet?"
Pang Ge turned around, a smile appeared on his face, his white teeth flashing coldly under the light: "We're here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened the door and pushed the young man in.
The young man staggered and was about to complain to the other party to be gentler when he suddenly realized that the surrounding environment was completely different from the decoration of Wanhua Tower.
If Wanhualou is a lewd den of money,
Now this room is a bloody slaughterhouse.
All kinds of severed limbs and arms were hung on meat hooks.
"Brother Pang Pang" the young man trembled and stammered, "Where is this?"
Pang Ge laughed at this time: "Haven't you always wanted to be a card maker?"
"Now I will give you a chance to have the same power as a card maker."
"Do you want to?"
Hearing about the card maker, the young man immediately became alert, and the desire in his heart instantly overwhelmed his fear: "What opportunity?"
Pang Ge sighed: "I won't hide it from you. I am actually a member of the Guiyi Holy Church."
"There is a secret method in our religion that can help ordinary people possess the power of the Holy Spirit."
"It's just a small price to pay."
The young man swallowed and said, "Holy Spirit?"
Seeing that the young man didn't quite understand, Pang Ge showed a look of disgust on his face: "In the words of those pigs in the association, it's a demon."
"It's hateful! If they hadn't stopped us, this land would have been embraced by the Holy Spirit long ago."
When the young man heard the word "demon", he shuddered.
But thinking that the demons in the association's propaganda were evil beings with powerful powers like the card makers, his heart couldn't help but feel hot.
"Since you look down on me, don't blame me for surrendering to the enemy!"
Thinking of this, the young man immediately said flatteringly: "Indeed, that shitty association is really hateful!"
"Pangge, when can I..."
Pang Ge laughed and patted the young man on the back: "He who knows the times is a hero!"
"But the Holy Spirit who possesses the secret arts has gone to other places of my Holy Church to help people like you."
"I'm afraid it'll take a while."
"Until then, just wait here."
The young man naturally knew that the other party was afraid that he would go out and say something nonsense, so he quickly stated: "I understand everything, brother Pang, don't worry."
"I will wait here for the Holy Spirit."
Then, he seemed to remember something and asked shyly, "Brother Pang, what about the loan?"
Pang Ge pretended to be dissatisfied when he heard this: "Hey, when you accept the secret technique, you will be my compatriot."
"We are all brothers, why bother talking about money?"
Seeing that his debts could be written off, the young man was so excited that his nose was about to bubble.
He had already begun to imagine himself punching Ye Zhou, kicking Bai Yueming, and reaching the peak of his life.
Just as the young man was about to continue flattering the master, a voice came from behind them.
"It's really you, the Guiyi Sect."
Pang Ge and the young man turned their heads and saw two figures looking at them with a half-smile.
Next to them was a terrifying spider monster.
"I haven't settled accounts with you for what happened before."
"For now, just consider it as interest."
(End of this chapter)