Just as Zhang Fan was thinking, the sound of the system came to his mind.
[Induced lending 406 times, violent debt collection 98 times, success rate 100%, encountered problems 9 times, resolution rate 100%, next debt collection rate 100%, chance of encountering problems 100%, mortality rate 99%, potential customer, please pay attention! ]
"Wow, a 100% success rate. This guy is a ruthless person!"
Zhang Fan was somewhat shocked when he heard the probability given by the system.
You must know that no matter what method you use to collect debts, the prerequisite for success is that the other party has money.
It's not a skill to take it back when you encounter trouble. But to be able to get money from those who have no money, this Tiger brother definitely has some skills!
Moreover, this method is absolutely shameful.
However, it is hard to say whether he and Zhao Feng met the same anchor.
After all, a 100% success rate represents an individual’s success rate, not this unscrupulous platform.
Now that he had confirmed the nature of this blogger, Zhang Fan no longer hesitated and raised his hand to follow him.
Then a bullet screen was slowly sent out in the live broadcast room:
[Changhong funeral and funeral one-stop service, follow the anchor! ]
Changhong Funeral: [Host, my store is not doing well, can you help me stabilize it? Put together an order and get a 25% discount. ]
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When Brother Hu saw these two messages on the public screen, the smile on his face froze instantly.
He and other netizens clicked on Zhang Fan’s homepage at the same time to determine if someone was just following the trend and making a joke.
Identification result: genuine at first glance.
Boom!
Brother Hu was suddenly struck by lightning, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch unnaturally.
The rhythm of the live broadcast room also took off at this moment.
Because Zhang Fan had helped solve cases several times before, netizens made a direct conclusion about Brother Hu's identity.
[Haha, I've seen that you're not a good person. You're a loan shark!]
[The knife of the funeral brother only kills cunning villains! ]
[Hahaha, didn’t the anchor say that he could always come to you if he had any problems? Changhong Funeral Home is almost out of business! ]
[A minute ago, I would call you a hero, but now... a black-hearted lender.]
【……】
"Funeral brother?"
This sudden accident made Brother Hu panic.
However, before he could come to his senses, another voice suddenly rang out in the room: "Brother Hu, the boss wants you to leave."
"Go... I can't go. I might be in trouble." Brother Hu said hesitantly.
"Brother Hu, my words don't count in this matter. You should talk to the boss." the man continued.
"All right."
Nodding, Brother Hu turned off the live broadcast and then called his boss.
“Ding ding.”
Soon, the call was connected, and Brother Hu got straight to the point: "Boss, I really can't go today. Brother Funeral is following me."
"Don't talk nonsense to me. Brother Sangsang can fuck you, but I can fuck more than just you. Think about it yourself."
"drop."
A very gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone.
Without waiting for Brother Hu to reply, he hung up the phone.
"..." The call was hung up, and Brother Hu's face didn't look good.
This bastard called me a gold medal debt collector just a few days ago, but he turned against me just because he lost money investing in a movie.
Damn it, I don’t give a shit about paying compensation. If the director hadn’t been in trouble and a lot of things hadn’t been found out about him, would you have paid for it?
Although he was very dissatisfied, the threat from his boss forced him to compromise.
But Brother Hu has had enough of this kind of life.
Before leaving, he sent a private message to Zhang Fan: "Brother Sangzang, I deserve what I did, but I had no choice. Please pay attention to it. The day he died is the day I turned myself in! @XXX."
After all this last night, Brother Hu packed his bags and went out.
If this private message falls on deaf ears, there is nothing he can do.
…
Funeral shop, after Zhang Fan was squeezed out of the live broadcast, he scrolled down a few videos and habitually glanced at the store hall.
But Zhao Yong and the other two were busy again, wondering, "Hasn't everything been prepared for Uncle Wang? What's this?"
"Who else could it be? An expert." Wang Kai said without hesitation: "You've already given them attention, and you still expect to wait for fifty years."
"This... just do it as you like."
…
At the same time, Zhu Zhuanjia had some inner struggle.
Finally I mustered up the courage to look at the background data.
Comments and messages are all criticizing myself.
Even something like reducing homework was criticized by parents.
This result was beyond Zhu Zhuan's expectations.
As a last resort, he hastily hid all his works, just to avoid taking a few steps on the road to death.
At this point, Zhu Zhuanjia realized that his suggestion... was too outrageous.
Invisibly, it may have hurt a lot of people.
Thinking of this, he opened his email and read every lawyer's letter over and over again.
Among them, the victim who was most closely related to him was probably the kid who bought the motorcycle.
He opened Xiaozhuang's Fighting Eagle and saw a handsome young man.
"Ah... If there is a next time, I will definitely not let you buy this car... What a shame."
With a feeling full of regret, Zhu Zhuanjia couldn't help but look out the window.
I saw a black motorcycle slowly coming into view.
"Um?"
Zhu Zhuanjia subconsciously stood up and ran to the window to observe the motorcycle carefully.
A strong sense of familiarity came over me...
This motorcycle boy...isn’t he Xiaozhuang?
Familiar car model prints, familiar helmets and car covers, familiar big eyes and eyebrows...
This... this kid... is resurrected?
Or... hearse drifting...
"Wow! Brother Funeral...can't you just give me a way to die in the world of the living?!"
With a cry of surprise, Zhu Zhuanjia looked around tremblingly.
In broad daylight, in an empty room... why does it feel like there are people everywhere...
Outside the window.
Uncle Zhuang was riding his newly bought motorcycle and rushing to Xiaozhuang's house.
It was the first time for Uncle Zhuang to ride this kind of racing bike, so he was not quite used to it and could only control the speed at around 30.
However, if he could meet Zhu Zhuanjia on the road, he would definitely choose to kill him on the spot!
…
Twenty minutes later, Brother Hu, with his two younger brothers, broke into Xiaozhuang's house.
The house was all white, with funeral supplies placed everywhere, as well as a portrait of Xiaozhuang and several close-up photos of him riding a motorcycle.
Although his son has passed away, these were his favorite things when he was alive, so Mr. Zhuang specially printed some of them.
The curtains in the whole house were closed and the atmosphere was a little weird.
But Brother Hu didn't care about all that. He walked into the living room as if no one was there and sat down on the sofa.
"Go, open all the curtains for me!"
He asked his younger brother to draw the curtains, then he looked at Mr. and Mrs. Zhuang fiercely and said, "I am very sorry for the death of your son."
"But your son borrowed some money from us before. Now he is gone, so of course the son's debt must be repaid by the father. Let's see how you plan to pay it."
As soon as Brother Hu finished speaking, the younger brother hurriedly handed a stack of documents to Father Zhuang.
Above is the evidence of Xiaozhuang and their company’s borrowing.
Mr. Zhuang took the document and looked through it carefully.
Thirteen thousand yuan, repaid in 36 installments, each installment is more than one thousand yuan, and it has been overdue for more than five months.
In total, I borrowed more than 10,000 yuan, but the total repayment amount was as high as 40,000 yuan.
"You guys are so cruel... Never mind... I'll help me pay it back for my son!"
Although he was a little unhappy, Zhuang's father didn't want Xiaozhuang to go on the road with the debt.
"Very good, I like people like you who are straightforward and not troublesome to anyone."
Brother Hu nodded with satisfaction, then took out his phone to do the math and said, "It's been five months overdue, and with interest compounded, your son still owes us 61,000. So, I'll make the decision, and you just need to pay back 60,000."
"How many?"
Father Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "The total loan is 13,000, and the repayment is more than 60,000. Hasn't he already paid back more than 20,000? There should be a shortfall of 20,000, right?"
“NoNoNo.”
Brother Hu shook his finger and said, "It's clearly written in the contract. You can do the math yourself. I, Li Hu, never cheat anyone."
“…”
Mr. Zhuang took a deep breath and said with a sullen face, "No! My son was harmed by you. Leave my house immediately. If you want money, go and sue me first!"
He didn't want to make a big fuss, but seeing that the other party was so heartless, Zhuang's father decided not to compromise. After all, he had just held a funeral for his son, and he really couldn't take out the 60,000 yuan.
“No money? Hahaha!”
Brother Hu laughed loudly and lay down on the sofa: "If I don't have money, I will live here in the future. Let me remind you that I like to sleepwalk at night."
The younger brother behind Tiger added: "Last time Tiger stayed overnight in a village, he sleepwalked and slaughtered three pigs and a cow."
"The villagers called the police. Guess what? My brother Tiger is a psychopath!"
Another young brother echoed: "That's right, my brother Tiger, it's good to kill people in a dream!"
“This…this…”
After this threat, Zhuang's father didn't feel anything, but Zhuang's mother couldn't help shaking. She pulled Zhuang's father's sleeve and said, "Dad, why don't we get some money together and help Xiaozhuang change the money."
"Where is the money left? I almost spent it on the child's funeral last time. Besides, their interest rate is too high. I can't give you a single cent." Zhuang's father said in a deep voice.
"It doesn't matter if you don't have enough money. You can use the things at home to pay for it, like furniture, antiques, coupons and shopping cards." Brother Hu said after hearing this.
"Money..."
Mother Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then said cautiously, "Young man... I have a coupon here... for 5,500 yuan discount from Changhong Funeral. See how much it can be used to discount?"
"We usually recycle the 5,000 yuan as 2,000 yuan."
Brother Hu replied subconsciously, but the next second, he jumped up from the sofa.
"What the hell? What discount coupons are you talking about?"
"Changhong Funeral..."
"Damn it! You're cursing me to death!"
Just as he was noticed by Changhong Funeral Company, Brother Hu received a discount coupon the next moment, which made him instantly furious.
"Smash it for me. Smash everything that can be smashed!"
"yes!"
Following Brother Hu's order, the two younger brothers immediately started to defend themselves, picking up the water cups on the table and were about to smash them on the ground.
Seeing this, Zhuang's father stepped forward to stop them: "You are also doing things for others! My son's seventh day of death has not yet passed, don't do anything too drastic!"
"Too extreme?"
Brother Tiger smiled.
Not only did he smile, but his mouth twisted.
"I'm going to make this matter a success today. It's only natural to pay back a debt!"
"If you don't have money, then smash it for me!"
"If you have the guts, let your son come to me. Who are you trying to scare?"
"You..." Father Zhuang's face turned pale.
But at this moment, the roar of an engine suddenly sounded outside the window.
“Boom… thump thump thump thump… boom…”
A motorcycle figure appeared in the sight of Li Hu and others.
This black shadow floated past the window, almost a one-to-one replica of the close-up photo taken at home.
Seeing this scene, Brother Tiger and the other two were stunned for a moment.
They rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
"Brother Tiger...did I see it wrong just now?"
"Why do I feel like... I saw the guy who asked to borrow money from us?"
"Did you see it wrong?"
Just as the three were stunned, the black car appeared again.
This time, they could see the eyes behind the helmet clearly.
Exactly the same as Xiaozhuang!
"Oh my god...Brother Hu, it's broad daylight, are we going to run into a ghost?!"
"Don't... don't talk nonsense, there is no ghost!"
Brother Hu swallowed hard and pretended to be calm, "Just do what you need to do. It's broad daylight, don't scare yourself."
But just as he finished speaking, Xiaozhuang's figure floated past the window again.
This time, the three brothers were no longer calm.
"Brother Hu, it's just a ghost!"
"Let's run!"
"Wait...wait, let me slow down for a moment."
Seeing the three people like this, Zhuang's father looked out the window in confusion and murmured, "No wonder he calls himself a psychopath."
After mumbling something, Zhuang's father continued, "If you have any serious illness, leave my house immediately!"
"Okay...Brother, let's go now!"
Without waiting for Brother Hu to speak, the two younger brothers forcibly pulled Brother Hu towards the door.
…
Outside the window, Uncle Zhuang passed by his home three times without entering, simply because he couldn't stop.
"Damn it, I'll be dead if I don't ride this crappy bike. I can't stop even after turning my head twice!"
"Finally it stopped."
After great effort, Uncle Zhuang finally parked the car.
However, just as he was about to knock on the door, it suddenly opened and three young men with terrified faces stood inside.
"What? Did you see a ghost?"
Uncle Zhuang took off his helmet in confusion, while Brother Hu and the others stood there in confusion.
Damn it, are you kidding me?