Lu Feng briefly explained the situation. When Maha on the other end of the phone heard about this, it was like the sky had fallen for Sirami. But for him, it was just a matter of a word.
"Where is her home address?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.
"Please wait a moment, I'll go ask." Lu Feng said, standing up and hurrying over to Sirami. He looked at her and asked, "Where is your address?"
"Kalar!"
Lu Feng told Maha about his disciple, and the other party hung up the phone.
Originally, Lu Feng didn't plan to go with her on this trip, but since Maha got involved, this matter was no longer simple. At the same time, Lu Feng also wanted to let Srirasmi see Maha's strength.
Here, apart from a very few people, he can be said to be an all-powerful figure.
Half an hour later, the convoy set off, and Lu Feng and his group headed to Karal by car.
Kalal, a small town on the outskirts of Bangkok, is an exceptionally poor town less than 200 kilometers away from Bangkok, which is now a bustling metropolis.
The houses here are simple, built of wood. Since the climate is not too cold, they are covered with straw mats, so people won't freeze to death in winter.
Garbage was dumped everywhere on the streets, and the stench of filth filled the air. The children were barefoot, and everyone was emaciated, embodying the extreme meaning of poverty.
Sirami was like a celebrity here; everyone knew she went to a good university. But the burden of her illness brought devastating news to her family, and today's tragedy is truly heartbreaking.
Sirami's house was a simple wooden house, with the living quarters upstairs and a few sheep kept downstairs. Not to mention her house, even in this whole village, thieves would leave with tears in their eyes.
Sirami's house was locked, and about twenty men, all hooligans, stood outside, holding weapons and shouting at the door.
As the cars entered, the luxurious convoy quickly attracted the attention of the villagers, and many children chased after the vehicles.
The car stopped at the entrance, the door opened, and Sirami hurriedly got out, shouting at the group, "What are you doing? Don't hurt my family! Didn't we agree on a six-month period? It's only been a few months, and you're already coming to collect the debt!"
The man in the lead, around forty years old and bald, turned around to look at Sirami, chuckled, and touched his bald head, looking somewhat sleazy.
"Sirami, you're back?" he said, noticing the car next to him. He glanced at Lu Feng and his group and said, "What? Got a backer in the city? You have two choices today: either pay back the money, or you come with me."
"Where's my dad?" Sirami asked anxiously, looking at the closed door. "You didn't do anything to them, did you?"
“Your dad’s paralyzed, what can I do to him? Don’t worry.” The man stared at Lu Feng and said, “Kid, you have money, right? If you have money, pay it back.”
“It has nothing to do with me, you guys talk!” Lu Feng replied.
"Oh ho, a foreigner, huh!" the man sneered. "Starting to play with foreign goods now, huh? I won't say much more. If you're not coming with me, here's one million baht!"
"One million?" Sirami was stunned when he heard the number. He had only borrowed 50,000 baht for medical treatment, and in less than three months, it had increased twentyfold.
The villagers watching from the surrounding area were also astonished when they heard the number, exclaiming that it was practically robbery.
One million Thai baht?
Srirasmi's earnings from the dance hall, plus her previous savings, amounted to only 100,000 baht, which was a drop in the ocean compared to one million baht.
“How could it be a million?” Sirami argued with them.
What's the point of arguing with these people? If they don't pay back the money today, they'll demolish the house. If they come back tomorrow, who knows what they'll do then.
Sirami's eyes were red from crying. She felt helpless at that moment. Hearing her mother crying in the house, she turned her head and looked at Lu Feng with tears streaming down her face.
The door opened, and a young man in his early twenties walked out, wearing slippers and looking quite lazy. He looked at Sirami and said, "Is your man any good? He can't even come up with a million. These cars would fetch more than that if you sold them. If you don't have the money, then go with Paizhen."
"How could you say that?!" Sirami looked at her younger brother.
"You'll eventually get married anyway, so it doesn't matter who you marry. If that man can't help you, then find one who can. What's the use of studying so much? In the end, you'll still end up as a dancer, and you'll still get married and serve others! You might as well marry a rich man so your whole family can enjoy the good life, and I can even buy a car!"
Her brother's words pierced her heart like a knife. She couldn't cry anymore; she just felt a deep sadness. No matter how hard she tried, she could never make this family better.
Lu Feng leaned against the car, smoking and basking in the sun; he didn't want to ruin other people's good time.
Seeing that Lu Feng was unwilling to meddle, the man named Pai Zhen didn't hold back. He tucked his weapon into his waistband, chuckled, and walked towards Xilami, muttering, "So fair-skinned!"
"No money, huh? Come with me!"
As Sirami sobbed, Lu Feng watched the scene unfold, smoking a cigarette, and sighed, "Isn't this just like Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren?"
Pai Zhen hugged and embraced, and the two were constantly pulling at each other. His group of underlings watched with great interest and cheered continuously.
Before Paizhen could even get his hands on the goods, three jeeps sped up, kicking up a cloud of dust. The vehicles stopped, and a dozen or so men in military uniforms got out.
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