"So, did you get the money?"

As soon as they got home, Leng Qisheng and Leng Yaozu stared expectantly at Xu Fangfang's pocket, hoping to see her take out 120 yuan.

“I got it…” But there was no joy in Xu Fangfang’s voice. She then explained, “However, the boss only gave me an advance of one month’s salary, not half a year’s.”

"What? Only one month?" Leng Qisheng cursed, throwing down the peanuts in his hand to vent his dissatisfaction. He yelled, "He's shameless! We practically begged him, and he only offered one month's salary. He's so stingy!"

Leng Yaozu thought to himself, "Twenty yuan is not enough!"

"Mom, did you tell your boss I'm in the hospital? I'm in the hospital, and he still won't help me?" Leng Yaozu was reluctant to accept this reality.

“Yes, I did… We weren’t supposed to give advance payments, but we heard you were hospitalized, so we gave you an advance for one month,” Xu Fangfang explained.

The father and son immediately started hurling insults at each other, giving Jiang Chenglin, who knew nothing about the situation, a thorough dressing-down.

They'll say whatever they want to hear, no matter how offensive.

It seems that the Leng family's current predicament is not of their own making, but rather caused by Jiang Chenglin.

However, Jiang Chenglin had already done more than enough by giving him an advance of a month's salary. After all, for a cleaner whose job is not stable, other employers would not give an advance of even a month's salary, let alone half a year.

"What do we do now?" Leng Yaozu panicked at the thought that Zhang Fuqiang would come to collect the money in two days.

What to do? Just deal with it!

No one could think of a solution, and they spent two days in fear and trepidation until Zhang Fuqiang came to their door.

Zhang Fuqiang led a group of henchmen and swaggered into the small house rented by the Leng family. He sat down there casually, and without him even having to say a word, his henchmen took care of the formalities.

"Leng Yaozu, where's the money?" the underling asked, reaching out his hand.

Leng Yaozu hid behind Leng Qisheng and Xu Fangfang, not daring to look directly at Zhang Fuqiang, whose injuries had not fully healed.

"Brother Qiang, could you give us a few more days? We really are trying to raise the money, but... a hundred yuan is too much, we really can't come up with it right now," Leng Yaozu explained, his body and voice trembling. He was no longer the arrogant man he had been when facing Zhang Fuqiang; now he was just a coward.

Xu Fangfang quickly handed over the twenty yuan she had advanced, plus the ten yuan she had found after cleaning up the house, making a total of thirty yuan.

"Brother Qiang, this is all we have right now. Please take it. We promise to give you the remaining seventy yuan!" Xu Fangfang pleaded.

"Thirty? You think you can fob me off like that?!" The henchman was the first to complain, snatching the money, flicking it in his palm, spitting, and cursing, "Stop talking nonsense, it's a hundred bucks. If you can't come up with it today, you three... do you want your arms or legs broken?"

"Don't say our Brother Qiang is heartless. You can choose for yourselves, an arm or a leg?"

The three were terrified; they didn't want their arms or legs broken.

"Dad, Mom, please think of something! I don't want to lose my arms and legs, I don't want to become disabled!" Leng Yaozu was extremely worried.

If he becomes disabled, Bai Juan will not marry Bai Shuyao to him, regardless of whether he gives a dowry of one thousand yuan.

"Yaozu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mom is here!" Even though Xu Fangfang was afraid, she still protected her son.

"Heh..." Zhang Fuqiang sneered, and with a glance, his henchmen stepped forward and surrounded the three of them, ready to attack at any moment.

"Brother Qiang! Brother Qiang!"

Leng Qisheng didn't say much at first, but at this critical moment, he still had to protect his wife and son.

He didn't care much about his daughter, but he still cared about his son.

After all, he is the only son of the Leng family, the continuation of their lineage and bloodline!

"Brother Qiang, even if you take our arms and legs off, they're not worth much, right? How about this, give us a little more time, and we'll definitely scrape together the remaining seventy yuan. Seventy yuan is definitely more useful than our arms and legs, right?"

"If you cripple us, how will we get money? Then this seventy yuan will become a bad debt."

It must be said that Leng Qisheng's words make a lot of sense.

Zhang Fuqiang didn't need their arms and legs; the money in his hands was the only real thing.

"Brother Qiang, what do you say?" the younger brother asked.

Zhang Fuqiang remained silent for a while, staring at the three men with a sinister gaze that made them sweat. Only then did he speak lightly.

"Alright, I'll give you three more days, but—"

Before the three members of the Leng family could even rejoice, they heard even more terrifying news.

“Three days later, it won’t be seventy yuan, but one hundred yuan,” Zhang Fuqiang said with a smile.

"Why?" Leng Yaozu was about to shout again, wanting to get angry, but seeing his underlings around him, he immediately fell silent, only daring to say sullenly, "Brother Qiang, we've already given you thirty. We agreed on a hundred, so next time it'll be seventy..."

"You think a three-day delay comes without a price?" Zhang Fuqiang was smiling at first, but his expression changed instantly, and he said viciously, "Either you take out seventy now, or you give me one hundred in three days. Leng Yaozu, you should be glad you still have a choice!"

A single word awakened me from my dream.

Yes, at least Zhang Fuqiang agreed to postpone it for three more days, otherwise he would have his arms and legs broken right now. The choice is obvious.

"One hundred it is!" Leng Qisheng made the decision and agreed.

“Okay.” Zhang Fuqiang didn’t linger. Once the deal was done, he got up and left with a group of his underlings.

But before leaving, we need to make things clear.

"Three days from now, if you don't have a hundred men, I'll tear down all three of your arms and legs, and I'll make sure you can't survive in this area," Zhang Fuqiang said with a smile, before swaggering away with his henchmen.

After the person left, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, but they immediately faced another hundred dollars.

"What to do, what to do... That thirty is all we have left, and we can't possibly ask the boss for an advance. Where are we going to get a hundred yuan?" Leng Yaozu looked at his arms and legs, never realizing how precious they were.

"Dad, Mom, I am the only son of the Leng family. I can't be hurt, I can't be hurt... I don't want to be a cripple, I'd rather die!" Leng Yaozu shouted.

He knew that the halo of being "the only heir of the Leng family" would keep him alive.

His parents will definitely find a way to help him.

"Husband, we can't let anything happen to our son..." Xu Fangfang suddenly burst into tears because she was helpless and worried that something might happen to her son.

"Let me think about it."

Leng Qisheng got up and sat in the chair, his brows furrowed, licking his back teeth as he seriously pondered the matter of money.