Han Bing scoffed, glancing contemptuously at Tian Jingjing. "Miss Tian, ​​if this sets a precedent with you today, what if other classmates follow suit and ask him for help? He has so many classmates, how can he possibly take care of everyone?"

She paused, then smiled slightly. "Oh, by the way, remember when you threw things at my bag last time? The deadline for that 300,000 yuan compensation seems to be approaching! I wonder if Miss Tian has raised it yet? If not, my legal team will have to get involved."

Han Bing's voice was soft and melodious, but to Tian Jingjing, it sounded like the whisper of a demon, sending chills down her spine and making her break out in a cold sweat.

"I...I, I'll get it all together right away, and I can give it to you tomorrow! I have something to do, so I have to go now!"

Tian Jingjing's lips trembled, and she could barely speak. She took two steps back in a panic, and then almost ran away from the restaurant.

After Tian Jingjing left, Ji Lun looked down at their fingers, which were still tightly intertwined, and felt a little awkward before quickly letting go.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you with this kind of thing for me," Ji Lun said apologetically.

Han Bing slowly pulled out a chair and sat down, her slightly chubby face now full of calm and disdain. "It's nothing, I just don't like having a fly buzzing in my ear while I'm eating."

The two then discussed the details of the cooperation plan in detail over their meal.

Ji Lun looked at the seemingly naive and innocent girl in front of him and was secretly surprised. He did not expect that she could quickly and accurately point out some unreasonable and difficult-to-implement aspects of his plan after just reading it.

When Han Bing got home that evening, she received a call from her assistant saying that Tian Jingjing's 300,000 yuan had been transferred.

Han Bing raised an eyebrow, surprised that the 300,000 yuan had been raised so quickly; she was quite efficient.

On the other side, Ji Lun had just finished showering and lay down when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was someone he had met at the underground boxing gym.

Ji Lun was somewhat surprised, picked up the phone, and swiped to answer, "Li Wei?"

A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's me, Lao Ji. Are you working overtime right now? Am I disturbing you?"

Hearing the man deliberately lower his voice, Ji Lun said, "No overtime, Li Wei. If there's anything wrong, just say it. Are you having any difficulties?"

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, Li Wei would not take the initiative to contact him.

A heavy sigh came from the other end of the phone. "Yes, about the boxing gym. I remember you told the brothers before that what we do is a gray area and we can't do it for long. You told us to find a proper job as soon as possible, but we didn't listen to you then. Sigh, now it's really messed up!"

Our boxing gym was reported and shut down. The owner and all the veteran boxers were taken away. Luckily, we newcomers hadn't been there long, so the police didn't do anything to us; they just gave us a few words of warning and released us.

Ji Lun frowned, walked barefoot to the desk, took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and as pale blue smoke curled upwards, he took a deep drag and asked in a low voice, "Where is he now?"

"Under the overpass."

Li Wei's voice was carried by the whistling wind, "We were staying at the inn before, but now we have nowhere to go. The old man playing the erhu next to us keeps staring at us like we're thieves."

"A pedestrian bridge?" Ji Lun tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, pondering for a moment. "How many of you are there?"

“Me, Daqiang, Zhang Peng, and Along.”

Ashes fell softly onto the marble tabletop. Ji Lun deftly stubbed out his cigarette, pulled on a cardigan, and said, "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

An hour later, under the dim light of a noodle shop on the street, several disheveled men sat around a mottled wooden table, wolfing down their bowls of hot noodles.

Ji Lun leaned back in his plastic chair, his long, slender fingers toying with a lighter, his gaze sweeping over the group's weary faces: "Eat slowly, order more if you're still hungry."

"Old Ji, you're the most righteous one!"

The burly man named Daqiang wiped his mouth, his face full of indignation. "We called the guys who used to work part-time at the boxing gym, and damn it, they all blocked us! Back when they first came, if it weren't for me teaching them fighting techniques..."

"Daqiang, say less."

Zhang Peng handed over a glass of water, smiling wryly, "Everyone who comes to the boxing gym is desperate. Given our situation, it's normal for them to avoid us."

Li Wei opened a can of beer, tilted his head back, and chugged it down: "Forget the nonsense, let's get down to business. We'll remember Lao Ji's kindness about tonight's meal!"

"Tell me your plans first." Ji Lun twirled the lighter, the flame leaping on the metal casing. "What are your plans for the future?"

Zhang Peng scratched his messy hair, looking embarrassed. "Old Ji, you know, none of us have much education or skills, all we have is boundless strength. To be honest, we originally wanted to work at the docks unloading goods, but it's all automated equipment, no manual labor needed at all. Then we thought about trying in a factory, but Daqiang has such a temper..."

He glanced at Ah Long, the deaf-mute man who was silently eating his noodles, and hesitated before speaking.

Ji Lun patted A Long on the shoulder. A Long looked up and used sign language to ask what had happened.

Everyone sighed. A manic-depressive patient and a deaf-mute person—which company would dare to hire such a combination?

“Don’t rush,” Ji Lun tossed the car keys on the table. “My new rented apartment is nearby. I’ll stay there tonight. We can discuss the work later.”

At the same time, at Qiushui Elegant Residence.

"Later, the Queen came up with another plan. She disguised herself as an apple seller and gently knocked on Snow White's door..."

Before a bedtime story was even finished, Qiu Li had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep.

Qiu Mang tucked the blanket around Qiu Li, then turned off the light and quietly left.

Back in her room, Qiu Mang picked up her phone, which was charging on her bedside table, and saw the message from her sister.

[Amang, I've already paid back the 100,000 yuan you lent me last time. Have you checked your bank account to see if it's been deposited?]

Qiu Mang then noticed an unread text message. Upon opening it, it was indeed a bank notification of a deposit.

She was a little surprised. Had her sister raised 100,000 yuan so quickly?

With these questions in mind, she called Qiu Dao directly, and the phone was answered after ringing for two seconds.

"Amang isn't asleep yet?" Qiu Dao's voice was somewhat cautious.

"Sis, is it inconvenient?"

"It's nothing." Footsteps came, followed by the sound of the balcony door being pushed open. "I just got Xiao Jie to sleep. Just tell me what's wrong."

Qiu Mang stroked the edge of her phone, her tone filled with worry: "Sister, where did you get this 100,000 yuan? Did you borrow it from someone else again? There's no need for us sisters to be in such a hurry... If you don't have the money, don't rush to pay it back."