"Wu Changfeng! If you don't pay me back today, I'll stomp your horn off and drink with it!"
"Open the door, you son of a bitch! You cheated us out of our money and now you're trying to hide?"
"If you don't come out now, I'm going to bang on the door!"
"Smash the door! Smash the door! Kill this big liar and rid the people of this scourge!"
Wu Changfeng lay on the wooden bed, feeling dizzy and with a splitting headache, cursing under his breath:
"I'm worth billions and have no debts whatsoever, so how could I owe money?"
He suddenly opened his eyes, glanced around, and was immediately stunned.
The smell of mildew was overwhelming, and the first thing you saw was a narrow little house with gray and white newspapers pasted on the mud walls.
A light bulb hung from the ceiling, emitting a weak, orange glow.
There was urgent knocking on the door, accompanied by incessant shouting and cursing.
"Where am I...?"
Before Wu Changfeng could recover, a torrent of memories surged forth.
A moment later.
Wu Changfeng was completely dumbfounded. He had only been drunk for one night, and he had actually transmigrated!
1990!
His predecessor was also called Wu Changfeng. He was a street thug who was prone to petty theft and street brawls.
A while ago, I borrowed money from all over the place, thinking of reselling a batch of smuggled television sets to make a high profit.
To everyone's surprise, the money was transferred, and before the goods were even shipped from the warehouse, the online seller was caught up in a police raid.
The borrowed money went down the drain, and the newlywed wife, frustrated and angry, went back to her parents' home.
These days, he was constantly on the run, drinking heavily, and utterly dejected.
"I owe 30,000 yuan!"
Wu Changfeng was speechless for a moment. In later generations, 30,000 would be nothing at all.
But in 1990, the average worker's wage was only a little over 200 yuan, and a monthly salary of over 1,000 yuan was considered an exceptionally high income.
This 30,000 yuan is a mountain that can crush ordinary people.
Wu Changfeng really wanted to renege on his debt. Why should I pay back the money that my predecessor owed?
But after looking in the mirror, Wu Changfeng shrugged and muttered to himself, "Fine, I'll pay for this handsome guy."
The banging on the door grew louder and louder, and the door creaked and shook. It wouldn't last long before the debt collectors smashed it down.
Wu Changfeng glanced at the courtyard gate, and the cursing was extremely offensive.
They were practically throwing manure at the gate.
This seems a bit tricky.
The debt collectors were really desperate.
After thinking for a moment, Wu Changfeng pulled out a sharp knife from the kitchen and found a bottle of red ink in the large wooden box with hinges.
Quickly find a few small plastic bags, fill them with ink, and stuff them into your waist and chest.
I took a deep breath and walked out of the room.
He stepped across the courtyard, flung open the gate, pointed at the crowd, and shouted, "Are you trying to mourn your father?!"
The debt collectors rushed into the yard, carrying a variety of weapons, including sticks, pitchforks, and shovels.
Judging by their equipment and setup, they're ready to fight even if tigers and wolves come.
Their faces were contorted with anger, and they were cursing and swearing, showing no politeness as they poked Wu Changfeng in the chest:
"Wu Changfeng, you're still alive? This isn't going to end well today. Either pay back the money, or we'll beat you up and hand you over to the police!"
"Yes, we need an explanation today!"
"Paying back debts is a matter of course. Wu Changfeng, you dare to lend money, but don't you have the guts to face the debt?"
Wu Changfeng's tone rose and fell, his attitude arrogant and disdainful: "An explanation? Fine!"
Wu Changfeng stood still and continued, "I acknowledge this debt, and I will try to pay everyone back. But I don't have the money right now. Give me a few more days, and I will pay back all the debts at once."
The debt collector brandished a stick: "No way! It's due today! You think you can get a few more days' grace? How many chances have I given you?"
"We don't believe you! You have to pay us back!"
"Everyone's struggling to make ends meet! Pay me back now!"
"Stop dawdling! Attack first, then ransack the place!"
Wu Changfeng's gentle expression vanished, replaced by a cold one. He said indifferently, "Hit me? Fine. You don't need to lift a finger, I'll do it myself!"
"However, we have a deal: 1000 per cut!"
Wu Changfeng gripped the dagger in his backhand and plunged it into his stomach with a soft thud.
Red blood gushed down his trouser leg.
Wu Changfeng remained calm: "I still owe you 29,000. I can manage. Just help me keep track. If I stab you one less time, you'll be at a disadvantage. If I stab you one more time, I'll be at a disadvantage."
The debt collectors were immediately chilled to the bone.
His arrogance subsided, and he stared intently at Wu Changfeng.
I never expected that Wu Changfeng, that scoundrel, would be so ruthless towards me!
Originally, the sticks everyone was holding were just meant to scare Wu Changfeng and force him to pay back the money.
Even if they got angry, all they would do was beat up Wu Changfeng.
But this guy doesn't play by the rules at all. Without hesitation, he stabs himself and asks everyone to help him count.
Who dares to count?
If Wu Changfeng really kills them, then everyone present will be a murderer!
The people at the scene swallowed hard, staring at each other wide-eyed.
Everyone panicked...
This is something no one has ever seen before!
Wu Changfeng plunged the knife into his stomach again, his lips twitching a few times as he feigned pain: "Twenty-eight thousand. Thank you all for giving me the opportunity to pay off my debts."
"Stop! Stop the fuck right now!"
"Damn, you're ruthless!"
"Stop stabbing, or someone will die. Everyone here is a perpetrator."
"You're really something! Can we give you a few more days?"
"Put the knife away, okay? We surrender."
Wu Changfeng looked sorrowful and said in a deep voice, "I really wanted to repay the money this way..."
The debt collectors waved their hands, offering words of advice, telling him not to be so reckless.
People are just asking for money, not their lives.
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