Wanfeng Money House not only runs a deposit business, but also lends money at high interest rates. Tang Yu, the son of Tang's father, is addicted to gambling on jade, but he cuts jade one after another and fails to get any valuable jade, and loses a lot of money.
Old Man Tang and Tang Yu had argued about this many times before.
Gambling on jadeite, once it involves the word "gambling", don't think of getting out easily, but Tang Yu didn't listen to the advice, and plunged into it like a possessed person, as if he would not give up until he got a good piece of jadeite.
Father Tang then said, "If you have the guts, don't come back!"
Tang Yu was also stubborn: "If you don't want to go back, then don't go back. Do you think I want to stay with a bunch of fatherless and motherless bastards?"
This really irritated Old Man Tang, who yelled at Tang Yu, "Get out of here!"
Tang Yu just left.
However, two days ago, Tang Yu unexpectedly came back, with his head down and his face drooping, looking very pitiful. Although Tang's father told him to get out, he would not really kick his son out of the house.
Although he still had a cold face, he didn't say anything.
Tang Yu didn't stay at home for long and left in a hurry.
At this moment, looking at the house deed, how could Father Tang not understand that his son had come back two days ago not to surrender, but to steal the house deed!
Old Man Tang was so angry, and because of his old age, his vision went dark and he couldn't stop falling backwards.
"Old man!" Ping An hurriedly supported him.
Father Tang took a deep breath, and with the help of Ping An, he stood firm. He spoke slowly, "Look, my house is full of old and young people. Can you give us a few days? Wait until I find a place to stay and then move out?"
The house deed has been mortgaged by the unfilial son and cannot be taken back. Now I can only negotiate with the debt collector.
However, the scarred man had no sympathy. He was already impatient, and when he saw that he wanted to stay for two more days, he immediately became angry. "Waiting for you to find a place to stay? You think we are doing charity! Pack up your things and leave immediately, don't let us do it ourselves."
The people around couldn't stand it anymore.
"The people at Wanfeng Bank are too inhumane."
"Exactly. Where is Father Tang going to take care of himself at this moment, with so many children?"
"If you ask me, I think we should blame Old Tang's son. He's so unfilial that he even mortgaged the house deed."
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The scarred man listened to the buzzing crowd, turned around fiercely, and roared, "What nonsense! If you're so sympathetic to this old man, why not take him and those brats back home?"
As soon as these words were spoken, those who had expressed their sympathy suddenly fell silent, and some even dispersed as if they were afraid of being blamed by Old Man Tang.
The scarred man sneered sarcastically.
The crowd dispersed. Xue Huan handed Xiao Bao to San Ni'er and walked up to the scarred man. "After you take back the house, you're going to sell it, right?"
The scarred man glanced at her and saw that she was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a jade hairpin in her hair that was extremely watery. She had a noble and affluent aura, and it was obvious that she was a wealthy person. He immediately stood up straighter and spoke more politely: "Yes, what's the matter, young lady, are you interested?"
He just asked casually, but Xue Huan actually nodded.
"Name your price."
The scarred man rolled his eyes. The Tang family's house was only worth one or two hundred taels at most, and Tang Yu owed the bank a full eight hundred taels. This house was far from enough to offset the money he owed.
Originally, after taking over the house, he had to find that guy and make him pay back the money.
Now that someone has come to him, why doesn't he take the opportunity to extort some money?
So he quoted a price: "Eight hundred taels, take it if you want it."
Eight hundred taels!
Old Man Tang and the others standing by couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat!
Originally, they still had some hope. At least Xue Huan looked much friendlier than the scarred man who came to Wanfeng Bank to collect debts. If she bought the house, maybe she could make some concessions and allow them to move out two days later.
But when the high price of eight hundred taels was announced, they immediately lost all hope.
The Tang family's house was quite spacious and exquisite when it was first built, but over the years, it has become dilapidated. Even if it were sold at a high price, it wouldn't be worth eight hundred taels.
Unexpectedly, Xue Huan agreed immediately, "Okay."
She handed over a silver note and said, "Give me the house deed."
The scarred man handed over the house deed in a daze, and took the banknote. He saw that it was one for one thousand taels, and he had to give her two hundred taels in change.
Seeing how easily she gave the money, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would have set the price higher.
Maybe she would even be willing to pay one thousand taels.
Although he didn't know why this woman was willing to spend eight hundred taels to buy such a shabby house, he didn't care. As long as the banknotes she gave were not fake, he wouldn't care.
Maybe this is the hobby of rich people.
The scarred man walked away with the banknotes in his pocket, feeling refreshed, leaving Old Man Tang and the others standing there, still in shock.
Xue Huan put away the house deed and took Xiaobao from Sanni'er. Because he had been fed before, he was now asleep and snoring, which was very cute.
She whispered, "Mr. Tang, let's go in and talk." Then she walked in first, holding Xiaobao.
She put the baby into the cradle and turned around, and several pairs of eyes were staring at her.
Xue Huan smiled and said, "My last name is Zhao, and my given name is Xiaoxian. I'm the owner of Zhao's Snack Shop. You may have heard of me."
Ping An exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, Zhao Ji!"
Obviously, Zhao Ji's reputation has spread throughout Fengchi. No matter whether you can afford the snacks there or not, at least you have heard of it.
For those of us who have only heard of Ping An but have never tasted the snacks there, we really can't imagine how delicious those snacks are.
The price is ridiculously expensive.
A kid once boasted to him, "This is Zhao Ji's spicy noodles. They cost fifty cents a pack. You must have never tasted it. Ah, they're so delicious~"
Ping An snorted disdainfully, "Wouldn't it be nice to buy a few pounds of pork with fifty coins? Only a fool like you would be fooled into buying a bag of random stuff."
In fact, this is just sour grapes.
He thought at the time that if he had money, he would definitely buy a pack and throw it away!
And now, the legendary boss of Zhaoji was standing in front of him. Ping An suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and had an inexplicable guilty feeling.
Xue Huan handed Father Tang a business card and said, "Besides being the owner of Zhao Ji, I'm also the president of this charity foundation."
Father Tang looked at the low-key and luxurious "business card" in his hand and muttered the words on it: "Daqing Charity Foundation?"
Although he didn't quite understand what "foundation" meant, he understood the word "charity". "Is this dedicated to charity?"
Xue Huan: "That's right."
Everyone understands the word "charity", which means doing good deeds. In winter, rich families give out porridge, and monks from Buddhist temples go down the mountain to give out medicine, etc., which is called "doing charity."
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