Pay debts
This is clearly an inspirational story of an ordinary person changing his destiny through his own efforts.
The direction of the barrage has changed.
"Wait, this script is wrong? Isn't he a slacker?"
"Originally, he struggled and even achieved some success, so how did he end up like this?"
Wang Dehai could no longer control himself, and tears fell down. Zhong Ling told him about the past that he had deliberately forgotten.
"What a shame," Zhong Ling said, her tone changing. "Because you were getting married, you handed the company over to your good brother Zhang Zhiyuan. But he signed several shady contracts without your knowledge, siphoning off all the company's working capital. He also owed the company 30 million in material payments and high-interest loans, then vanished and fled overseas."
"Overnight, you went from being a successful business owner to a pauper with 30 million in debt. Your fiancée left you, your house was seized and auctioned off, and your parents couldn't bear the blow and fell seriously ill.
You sold everything you could, worked everywhere, and tried your best to pay off your debts, but you couldn't even pay the interest. Debt collectors came to your door and harassed your family frequently."
"It's been eight years," Zhong Ling looked at him calmly, "you've been living off odd jobs and picking up trash. You started drinking and even started gambling like others, fantasizing about turning your fortunes around overnight. As a result, your debts kept piling up.
You ran away from home and didn't dare to contact your parents because you felt like you were a loser, an unfilial son, and you were too ashamed to see them.
Having said this, Zhong Ling stopped.
The entire live broadcast room was silent.
Netizens are angry about what happened to Wang Dehai.
"Holy crap! This is too tragic! Being tricked by my brother like this?"
"That guy named Zhang Zhiyuan is simply not a human! He deserves a horrible death!"
"I feel so sorry for Wang Dehai. I couldn't have endured it either. Eight years... It's so hopeless."
"God Zhong, please help him! He is so pitiful!"
"Yes! Punish that beast! Get the money back!"
Wang Dehai was already sobbing uncontrollably. He lay on the table and sobbed loudly, venting all the grievances, unwillingness, pain and despair he had experienced in the past eight years.
Zhong Ling waited for him to cry for a while before speaking again.
"Are you done crying?"
Wang Dehai looked up, revealing a tearful face, and nodded blankly.
"Very good, let's start." Zhong Ling waved her hand.
The live broadcast room screen is divided into three parts.
Sunshine, swimming pool.
A man in a floral shirt and sunglasses and a blonde girl were lying on lounge chairs by the pool, drinking champagne.
"Honey, let me tell you, my brother is probably still picking up trash! He'd never imagine what kind of life I'm living now. The brain, that's what's most important!"
The man laughed.
After hearing this, the barrage exploded.
"Fuck! It's Zhang Zhiyuan! That bastard!"
"He's living a life of luxury abroad, while Wang Dehai is paying off his debts back home. I'm ready to fight!"
"Zhongshen, don't waste your words on him! Kill him with thunder!"
Wang Dehai also stared at the familiar face on the right side of the screen, and the hatred in his eyes almost overflowed from the screen.
At this moment, Zhong Ling's cold voice traveled through time and space and rang directly above the swimming pool.
"Zhang Zhiyuan, it's been eight years. Did you sleep well?"
The smile on Zhang Zhiyuan's face froze for a moment, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.
He looked around in horror, and the lady in his arms screamed in fear.
"Who? Who's talking?!"
"You owe Wang Dehai more than just thirty million." Zhong Ling's voice rang out again. "You owe him eight years of your life, a happy family, and a life that should have been bright."
"Now, return the money you paid with interest."
The moment he finished speaking, the screens of the laptop and mobile phone on Zhang Zhiyuan's desk lit up at the same time.
He watched helplessly as the balance in his bank account rapidly dwindled to zero.
Immediately afterwards, the properties, stocks, and funds under his name were forcibly transferred and sold before his eyes.
"No! No! My money! My money!" Zhang Zhiyuan rushed over like crazy, but he couldn't keep anything.
But Wang Dehai's broken cell phone suddenly rang.
He opened his phone with trembling hands and saw a text message.
Dear user, 200,000,000 RMB was transferred into your account at 9:38 PM on December 31st. Current account balance: 200,000,000 RMB.
Wang Dehai was stunned when he saw the string of zeros that he couldn't even count.
"Zhang Zhiyuan," Zhong Ling said to Zhang Zhiyuan, "Just stay there and enjoy your freedom without any money."
Zhong Ling waved her hand, and the picture on the right disappeared.
In the live broadcast room, only Wang Dehai was left.
"Okay, the money has arrived." Zhong Ling looked at Wang Dehai and said calmly, "It's up to you how you want to go."
After saying that, she disconnected the call.
Zhong Ling picked up the teacup, took a sip, and continued, "It's still early, let's have our fourth live broadcast."
Netizens were naturally very happy to hear this.
As soon as the words fell, the scene switched.
Appearing on the screen was an old man who was well-dressed and well-maintained.
He looked to be about seventy years old, with his graying hair meticulously combed.
As soon as the old man saw Zhong Ling, he immediately stood up from the pearwood chair and bowed respectfully.
"Hello, Master Zhong, my name is He Yan, and I'm a businessman."
Zhong Ling nodded lightly and motioned him to sit down and talk.
He Yan sat down, put his hands on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and said:
"Shen Zhong, I believe I've never done anything harmful in my life, so I can say I've achieved a bit. But..." He paused, a look of worry in his eyes, "I'm afraid of death."
Netizens in the live broadcast room became interested after hearing this.
“Here it comes, the ultimate question is here!”
"This old man is quite interesting and frank."
"Who isn't afraid of death? If I were rich, I'd also like to live longer."
"Greed! Human desires are truly endless!"
He Yan didn't read the comments. His entire attention was on Zhong Ling. He looked at her earnestly, "God Zhong, I want to live on. I want to live longer. I want to see with my own eyes what a glorious future Da Xia will have. I want to... live to be two hundred years old. Is that okay?"
After saying this, he waited nervously for the trial. He was even ready. As long as Zhong Ling nodded, he would be willing to give away the tens of billions of wealth he had accumulated throughout his life.
Netizens held their breath at this moment, as this wish was what most of them desired.
Zhong Ling looked at He Yan and asked him a question: "Give you two hundred years, then what?"
He Yan was stunned and didn't know what to say.
And then? He thought about living a long life, but he hadn't thought carefully about what he would do with the extra years.
He opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to say something empty like enjoying life, but under Zhong Ling's gaze, the words were stuck in his throat.
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