In his previous life, after Li Weidong earned money selling mushrooms, his relatives became envious and begged him to let them profit as well. However, simply because he charged them an extra dime ...
"When you borrowed the money, you said you'd pay it back by the end of the year. Where's the money?"
Two tall, burly men arrived and stood at the doorway like door gods.
Wang Dahua and Zhao Shunqiang were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.
Tiger, lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), was drenched in cold sweat: "Brother, something's happened to me. You can see how badly my leg is. Can we postpone the payment..."
"Okay!"
The man on the left laughed: "If you don't have the money to pay, then pay the interest first! It's the New Year, you can't go back empty-handed, can you?"
Tiger knew that loan sharks charged exorbitant interest rates, and if he didn't repay them, the interest would snowball, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
But where would the money come from?
Finally, Wang Dahua had no choice but to take out all the money she had saved for her coffin before she could send the man away.
As soon as the two left, she went into a huge uproar.
"I asked you if you could do it, but you insisted on comparing yourself to Li Weidong. Now look what happened, we didn't make any money from mushrooms, and we even lost so much money!"
Wang Dahua was both angry and anxious. The thought that she had no money left for her funeral made her feel suffocated.
Tiger knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to say anything. He just said dejectedly, "Mom, this time it's my fault. I didn't expect the price of mushrooms to drop so drastically."
At this point, he changed the subject, saying bitterly, "It's all Li Weidong's fault! If it weren't for him, those villagers would have nowhere to sell their mushrooms, and in the end, they would have had to keep them for me at three cents a pound, so I could resell them and make a little profit..."
Before he could finish speaking, Li Weidong's voice came from outside the door.
"Oh, is it my fault?"
"So, according to you, the drop in mushroom prices is my fault?"
As the voices were heard, Li Weidong, accompanied by Zhu Zi, slowly walked in.
Tiger and his family of three all changed their expressions: "What are you doing here?!"