In fact, Chu Yang already knew Ah Kun's fate.

Because of his gambling addiction, he eventually squandered all the compensation money from the demolition of his family's eight houses, which angered his father so much that he suffered a heart attack and died.

He himself was later imprisoned for robbery and assault.

Chu Yang didn't care about any of these things.

What he was concerned about was that Ah Kun urgently needed 300,000 yuan, and he would definitely beg his father to sell the house when he went back.

Given such a great opportunity and the fact that he happened to have money on hand, he certainly couldn't miss it.

The back-stepping exercise continues.

While enjoying himself with his eyes closed, Da Chun fantasized about when he could go to Qiushui Nightclub to have some fun.

"Dachun, please ask Lao Chen for leave for me tomorrow morning," Chu Yang said.

"What are you going to do on leave?" Da Chun asked casually.

"Go buy a house."

"???"

…

"Sell the house? You fucking said sell the house?!"

"Dad, please help me just this once, this is the last time! If I can't pay it back, I'll have both my hands chopped off! Only you can help me! I promise, this time I will truly repent and never gamble again!"

The next morning, Ah Kun clung to his father's leg, crying and begging for help.

Ah Kun's full name is Lu Kun. He dropped out of high school in his first year and spent his days idly wandering the streets. Later, he became addicted to gambling and almost squandered all of his family's savings.

Now the family only has eight houses left, and they live comfortably by collecting rent.

But Ah Kun's extravagant spending just wouldn't stop.

Old Lu was furious.

"Chopping off your hands is great! They should chop off both of your hands! I wholeheartedly agree!"

Ah Kun burst into tears, crying, "No, Dad! Who will take care of you after I lose my hand? Can you bear to see me become disabled?!"

"Do I need you to support me? You're driving me crazy! Besides, I don't mind if you become disabled, but I'm more heartbroken that you're mentally challenged!"

"Dad, no!"

"Take your hand off me! I don't have a son like you!"

Old Lu raised his other foot and kicked Ah Kun hard.

Ah Kun, in pain, let go of his hand and rolled twice on the ground.

Seeing that his gentle approach wasn't working, he gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Fine, you're not going to help me, huh! Then I'll just smash my head against a wall and kill myself!"

After saying that, he accelerated and crashed headfirst into the wall.

Old Lu exclaimed in surprise.

Bang!

His head slammed hard against the wall, leaving a large bump.

He staggered and collapsed to the ground, laughing bitterly, "I'll die right here, so you'll be childless and have no descendants!"

"You!!" Old Lu didn't expect this bastard to be serious, and he was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

"Sell! I'm selling! Selling right now!"

Ah Kun's eyes lit up, but he quickly put on a pained expression again.

"Dad, they only gave me two days."

"Holy crap! Two days?!" Old Lu went completely berserk: "Where am I supposed to sell it in such a short time? And who am I supposed to sell it to?!"

"Forget it, just go ahead and kill yourself by banging your head against a wall. Do it one more time, and you'll die a quick and easy death!"

"..."

Just then, a voice rang out from outside the door.

"How about you sell it to me?"