Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.
However, Zhang Sh...
Zhang Xiangyang looked at Zhang Shuguang unhappily. His nephew could really cause trouble for him.
"Captain, it was me."
Zhang Shuguang was smiling, without any awareness of getting into trouble.
"You, why did you hit someone?"
Zhang Shuguang admitted it so readily that Zhang Xiangyang was completely confused.
"Captain, let me start from the beginning. Today, I took my brother to my grandmother's house and happened to meet Bai Yanniang at the entrance of the village.
We didn't offend her, but she spoke harshly to us and cursed us brothers as soon as she opened her mouth.
I didn't say anything else, I just asked her to pay us back the money she owed us.
Captain, debtors should be paid back, right? As the creditors, asking one question isn't too much, right?
But she didn't think so! She thought she had lost face, so she brought her family to stop us on the road.
Zhang Xiangdong asked me to kowtow and admit my mistake as soon as we met without asking any questions. What did I do wrong?
As a result, they talked more and more, and they were unreasonable, so of course they couldn't argue with me.
If they were in the wrong, they could just go back, but they refused to do so. Zhang Xiangdong, who was furious, resorted to violence and ordered his two sons to beat me up.
Who knew that the Zhang Chenguang brothers were paper tigers who couldn't be hit or beaten. I just kicked them lightly twice and they rolled on the ground and couldn't get up.
Captain, I think they just want to extort money and don’t want to pay it back.”
"Yes, they just want to default on their debt!"
Zhang Shuguang nodded seriously. No matter whether others believed it or not, he believed it himself.