Chapter 69 Debts Paid Off

"......"

"Um, I'm going to the restroom." Cheng Jia turned and walked away.

He couldn't explain it.

Old Liu was watching from behind the bar.

Cheng Jia has already told the lie, so why would he go back on his word and say he doesn't have a girlfriend?

There is no other way but to avoid it.

I was surrounded by several colleagues from the sales department when I went to the restroom.

Cheng Jia hurriedly pulled up the zipper, stopping his urination.

"Cheng Jia, you're amazing!"

"Damn, I've never seen anything like this sold as a package deal. This is a house, not cabbage. Where did you find these clients? Did you make those phone calls?"

"......"

Cheng Jia told them they were classmates and promised to have dinner together in the department next week.

Only then did they manage to get their colleagues out of the restroom.

He unzipped the zipper again.

Run a water bath and wash your hands.

Ten minutes had passed when I returned to the exhibition hall.

The person sitting on the white sofa was capping the pen, clearly having already signed the contract, but Shi Qingci had a sour expression, looking up at Cheng Jia coldly, her face full of resentment.

However, he was simply unhappy; there was no longer the disdain and mockery he had shown before.

Shi Qingci heard that Cheng Jia has a girlfriend.

No, she's my fiancée.

"...Mr. Shi, have you signed everything?" Cheng Jia leaned closer to Tony Ding to look at the contract, his displeased gaze fixed on Tony's face from the sofa.

Cheng Jia felt a little flustered, and she roughly knew why.

However, we'll have to wait for an opportunity to explain.

Not now.

Shi Qingci sat as still as a mountain: "Cheng Jia, where's your phone?"

"My phone, my phone is..." Cheng Jia had silenced her phone because she was entertaining a major client, so she reached into her pocket and took it out.

Zhou Minghe made two missed calls to him.

Just now.

Cheng Jia looked at Shi Qingci with a puzzled expression: "How did you know that Boss Zhou called me?"

"You should call back first." Shi Qingci leaned back on the sofa.

Long, slender fingers gripped the zebra-shaped cushion.

Little by little, with fingertips.

"......"

Cheng Jia walked to the side to return the call: "Boss Zhou, you finally contacted me."

It seems that Zhou Minghe has been abroad for some time.

I'm too busy to answer the phone.

"Dinner tonight, you and President Shi come together. By the way, why have you been looking for me? My secretary just told me you made a lot of calls to the finance department." Zhou Minghe yawned lazily.

After going abroad, I turned off my personal phone.

The secretary will help Mr. Zhou filter out unimportant calls.

Cheng Jia's is unimportant; the God of Wealth is.

Therefore, Zhou Minghe never received calls from Cheng Jia.

I've received so many phone calls that I probably won't be able to get back to Chengjia until tomorrow.

However, there are exceptions to this.

He was catching up on his sleep when Mr. Shi asked him to call Cheng Jia for dinner.

When the secretary couldn't get through on the phone, she kept calling the landline on his bedside table!

They abruptly woke Zhou Minghe from his dream.

Didn't these two already have a falling out?

Mr. Shi kicked Jin He out, then entrusted him to transfer 700,000 yuan to Cheng Jia for medical expenses, and now he wants to invite Cheng Jia to dinner...

This isn't insanity?

Zhou Minghe couldn't understand the God of Wealth's actions, nor did he bother to guess.

He should do whatever the God of Wealth tells him to do.

Let's have a meal together.

"......"

Speaking of Jinhe's finance department.

Cheng Jia chuckled twice: "Boss Zhou is too generous. Didn't you know you transferred the wrong amount? You transferred 700,000 yuan too much to me. I only realized the balance was wrong several days after receiving the payment. I couldn't get through to you on the phone a few days ago."

So he called the finance department, hoping they would provide him with an account so he could transfer the money back.

But the finance department said that Cheng Jia's salary had not been recorded.

The only option is to return it to President Zhou.

“I didn’t make a mistake,” Zhou Minghe said, extremely sleepy. “Wasn’t it a million?”

Cheng Jia: "We agreed on 300,000 on the phone, where did the other 700,000 come from?"

“...That was the medical expenses that President Shi paid for you,” Zhou Minghe recalled. “His bodyguard beat you up, so it’s only right that he pays for your medical expenses?”

"!" Medical expenses.

Cheng Jia did not ask Shi Qingci about it.

They hadn't even thought about the medical expenses.

That day, he impulsively insulted Shi Qingci and believed that he deserved to be beaten.

Besides, it wasn't a serious injury; there were no broken bones.

What's worth 700,000 yuan in medical expenses?

Cheng Jia, holding her phone, turned to look at the white sofa, her expression grim: "Why didn't you say so earlier that this was his money?"

“If you’re sick, go get Cheng Jia treated! I’m busy all day and I’m wasting all my time on this little thing of yours. You’re short of money, aren’t you? They’re offering to pay your medical bills, how can I refuse on your behalf?” Zhou Minghe felt utterly wronged.

He helped Cheng Jia collect the money, but Cheng Jia refused.

Are you treating him like a laborer?

Cheng Jia: "......"

Cheng Jia pursed her lips: "I'm not blaming you."

"You fucking blame me! Seven hundred thousand should be enough to pay off your debts, right? You're getting a good deal and still acting innocent, huh. Are you two together? I'm going to the Scarecrow restaurant to book a table; we're having noodles with soybean paste tonight," Zhou Minghe muttered as he quietly got out of bed. "Besides my dad, only the guy next to you can get me out of bed. Cheng Jia, don't think my life is easy; I'm really..."

Scarecrow is a Chinese restaurant.

The restaurant specializes in noodles, but also offers stir-fries and soups cooked over an open stove.

The God of Wealth specifically requested to eat at this restaurant.

It can soothe the stomach.

Boss Zhou started rambling again.

Cheng Jia: "Oh, I've hung up."

"......"

Hang up the phone.

The person on the sofa was looking up at their watch.

“You,” Cheng Jia walked over and sat on the white sofa, still holding her phone in her hand, “you had Zhou Minghe transfer 700,000 to me. I just found out. I’ll return this money to you.”

Medical expenses aren't that expensive.

Cheng Jia did not want to accept Shi Qingci's money in this way.

“Okay, give it back to me.” Shi Qingci agreed, her expression still cold.

How come he didn't know Cheng Jia had a girlfriend?

Lin Baiyue hadn't told him.

Did you just meet while working here?

Hmph, very good.

Dare to try talking?

"...Wait a minute, large transactions require facial recognition verification." Cheng Jia busied herself with her phone.

He knew Shi Qingci's payment account number.

Shi Qingci was very impatient: "Pretentious. It's just a little money, and Tony has to pay it all back one by one. Tony's salary is calculated by the hour. You're just making things more complicated for him."

Tony, who was tidying up the contracts nearby, said, "It's alright, Mr. Shi."

"...Wait a minute, what do you mean by returning them one by one?" Cheng Jia stopped what he was doing.

What does this mean?

Shi Qingci: "The bodyguards have already left the medical expenses they paid you. If you refuse to accept them now, do you expect me to keep them myself? Or you can just give them to Tony."

Bodyguards, medical expenses.

"?" Cheng Jia thought this was Shi Qingci's personal money.

He was a little skeptical: "Really? The bodyguard paid me back?"

“Yes, Mr. Cheng,” Tony interjected. “I can testify to this. Before the seven bodyguards on duty left their posts, they learned that they had attacked the wrong person. They were worried that you would hold them accountable later, so they immediately pooled together the medical expenses and asked Mr. Shi to pay for them.”

It was indeed the bodyguards who pooled their money to give to Cheng Jia.

At the time, Cheng Jia had just threatened to jump off a building, so Shi Qingci didn't dare to give the money to Cheng Jia in person.

They had no choice but to transfer it to Zhou Minghe and ask him to pay the salary along with it.

Zhou Minghe asked Shi Qingci what kind of money this was.

Shi Qingci also told the truth.

Medical expenses.

real.

"......"

"......"

Cheng Jia was completely stunned.

That means he now has a little over a million in his account.

Fuhua Garden still owes him 320,000 yuan in commission.

With only 700,000 yuan remaining to be paid off for his parents' medical expenses, he has now not only paid off the debt but also has more than 600,000 yuan left in his account.

The debt is gone, and I have over 600,000 yuan in savings.

Cheng Jia's debt is gone.

It just disappeared!

Sitting on the white sofa, sunlight fell on Cheng Jia's head behind him, making his hair crown feel a little hot, and his feet felt soft as if they were sinking into cotton.

Do you understand what it means to be debt-free and carefree?

That's exactly how Cheng Jia felt at that moment.

My blood is about to boil.

Holy shit.

“…Mr. Cheng?” Tony Ding didn’t know what Cheng Jia was thinking, so he reminded Cheng Jia, “Are you sure you don’t want this money? I can return it to the bodyguards, but they have already returned to the Golden Triangle. They are not Chinese citizens, so it’s a bit troublesome to contact them.”

People usually change their phone numbers after leaving the country.

The identity information may not be true.

Tony has a hard time finding people.

"No!" Cheng Jia slammed the phone down and stuffed it into her pocket, shaking her head at her curly-haired assistant. "I won't give it back. What's given to me is mine. Medical expenses, fine!"

Wouldn't it be foolish for him to return the money he's owed?

Cheng Jia wants it!

"Cheng Jia, you're so pathetic," Shi Qingci said, barely noticing that Cheng Jia was very happy and almost laughing in exasperation. "You like money so much, but when I offer you some, you always refuse. You're only happy when someone else gives you some."

Cheng Jia smiled brightly from the bottom of her heart: "It's different, okay! I love money, but I earn it honestly. I won't take your money for nothing. However, what's rightfully mine, I'll take. Wait a minute, right now, my medical expenses are 700,000, and my commission is 320,000..."

He lowered his head and muttered to himself, still finding it hard to believe that such a huge sum of money had fallen from the sky.

Does this mean he doesn't need to rush to make quick money anymore?

And you can make plans for yourself.

The matter of saving up for surgery fees...

He wants to go to another hospital for a second checkup.

Understanding the treatment process and costs, developing a detailed pre-operative plan, and precautions during the treatment phase were things Cheng Jia hadn't dared to put on the agenda before.

Because of the debts he owed, he couldn't use the money for himself.

Things are different now.

He has over 600,000 yuan in savings.

You can try to understand your condition.

only--

It takes a bit of courage.

Cheng Jia's fingers were trembling with excitement.

"Are you done with your work?" Shi Qingci glanced at the contract, then reached out and tugged at Cheng Jiabai's shirt sleeve. "Let's eat. Take my car; I have something to ask you."

I haven't told anyone about my girlfriend yet.

Shi Qingci: "It's only 700,000, why are you so happy?"

He didn't know...

It has been more than seven years since Cheng Jia's parents passed away.

This was the first time Cheng Jia had smiled so easily.

The debt has finally been paid off.

I don't owe any money anymore.

"......"

"......"

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P.S.: Still a super long chapter.

Thank you all for the little gifts you gave me at the beginning of the month as I climbed the leaderboard.

This is a short story, and it was probably finished in early January.

Mwah, see you tomorrow.