Chapter 28 Invitation
Lu Yan actually didn’t think Yu Zechuan would come. He had just rejected him a second ago. It was good that Yu Zechuan didn’t add insult to injury. Why would he come all the way to save him——
The most important thing is...what kind of idiot would lend a million dollars to someone he has only known for a few days?
But Lu Yan had no choice but to try his luck. He had two rich men, Yu Zechuan and Jiang Boyun, in his phone contacts. He called Yu Zechuan in front of Uncle Chong and heard the beeping sound from the other end, feeling conflicted.
He both wants the other party to answer the phone and not to answer the phone.
Yu Zechuan didn't sleep the whole night yesterday and was in a bad mental state. After taking his medicine, he lay on the bed and was about to take a nap. However, less than five minutes after he closed his eyes, his cell phone rang.
“Buzz——”
When a person's nervous breakdown reaches its extreme, any slight movement can wake him up.
Yu Zechuan felt his temples throbbing, and countless fatigue surged up like a tide, making his head hurt as if it was split open. His bony hands groped under the pillow, and without even looking, he directly pressed the hang up button.
The only people who would call him were Xue Jin and the harassing advertisement. No matter which of them was hung up, Yu Zechuan felt that they deserved it. After all, 11 o'clock at night was the normal sleeping time.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please call back later..."
The customer service representative's sweet voice made Lu Yan's heart sink to the bottom in an instant.
It was over. Yu Zechuan hung up the phone directly. He was probably still angry about what happened in the afternoon. What should he do? Was he really going to lose an arm today?
Lu Yan wanted to call again, but Uncle Chong's patience was completely exhausted. He stepped on the table, snatched the phone from Lu Yan's hand, and spat on the ground: "Boy! I finally see clearly that you are playing a trick on us! Aren't all your relatives dead? Where did this uncle come from? Ah Ping, chop off one of his fingers for me to teach him a lesson!"
"I understand, Uncle Chong!"
Ah Ping had disliked Lu Yan for a long time. Upon hearing what was said, he stepped forward with a knife in hand and grabbed Lu Yan's shoulder. However, before he could exert any strength, he was suddenly kicked hard in the stomach and fell to the ground by Lu Yan.
While everyone was still not able to react, Lu Yan jumped directly onto the edge of the rooftop. The cold night wind blew the corners of his clothes. At the height of the eighth floor, a normal person would be weak in the knees, but he smiled and said, "Uncle Chong, this is meaningless. I sincerely want to pay back the money, why do you have to see blood?"
Uncle Chong brought four or five of his younger brothers and surrounded them. He looked up at Lu Yan, his only remaining left eye full of anger: "Damn it, do you really think I dare not force you to death? If you have the guts, just jump today! If you dare to jump, I will write off this account with you!"
Lu Yan put his hands in his pockets and deliberately stepped forward with one foot, "Is this true?"
He seemed to have no fear of death at all. The edge of the roof was only as wide as his feet, but he stood there as if nothing had happened, making people feel that a slightly stronger gust of wind could blow him off.
Uncle Chong was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out on his back. He just wanted to collect the debt, but he didn't want to cause a death. Otherwise, if the police were called, no one would be happy. But his arrogance after years of experience in society made him not want to be inferior to Lu Yan, a young boy. He pointed at Lu Yan and said fiercely: "Jump! You jump right now! I will count to three, and whoever doesn't jump is a dog!"
Lu Yan smiled slightly and stretched his feet out a little more: "Uncle Chong, then I will...really jump?"
There is a small roof below, and it is possible to jump down, but it is easy to be half crippled. At this time, it depends on who is braver and who is more reckless.
The passage of time seemed to slow down. Everyone held their breath unconsciously and stared at Lu Yan's movements, wondering if he really dared to jump.
Uncle Chong's panting voice sounded:
"one!"
"two!"
"three……"
Before he finished counting the last number, the phone in his hand suddenly rang and the sound stopped. Seeing this, Lu Yan immediately took back half a step. He slowly leaned over, half squatted on the edge of the rooftop, and stretched out his hand to Uncle Chong: "Give it to me, do you want to help me answer it?"
Uncle Chong looked unhappy and threw the phone to him.
Lu Yan raised his hand and took the call steadily. He glanced at the caller ID and tapped the answer button: "Hello?"
Yu Zechuan had just fallen asleep when he realized something was wrong. He got up and saw that the call was from Lu Yan. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. His voice was hoarse and low, unable to hide his fatigue: "You just called me?"
Lu Yan didn't know how to start the conversation for a moment, and just said "hmm" a little late.
Yu Zechuan asked: "What's the matter?"
“…”
There was a long silence in response.
Lu Yan didn't want Yu Zechuan's money, but facing Uncle Chong's gaze, he knew he couldn't keep silent, so he had to bite the bullet and ask, "Can you lend me one million?"
Lu Yan thought Yu Zechuan would not lend it to him, so he asked without any pressure, just as a formality. However, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, but the answer he received made him stunned for a moment:
"Okay, how can I give it to you?"
“…”
Lu Yan thought, no way, this idiot would actually borrow it.
Uncle Chong misunderstood Lu Yan's stunned expression and thought that the person on the other end of the phone was unwilling to lend him the money. He stepped forward and snatched the phone, spitting on the ground and threatening him viciously: "I'm telling you, this guy is in our hands now. He owes us more than one million in gambling debts. If you don't come with the money to redeem him within two hours, I'll chop off his hand immediately!"
Chong Shuyu was silent and waited for a response, but there was no sound from the other end of the phone. After a while, he suddenly heard a rustling sound similar to someone getting up and getting dressed, and a cold and indifferent voice rang in his ears:
"address."
Lu Yan's second uncle...his voice is so young?
This was the last thought in Uncle Chong’s mind.
The apartment was not far from the dilapidated building, about half an hour's journey. Yu Zechuan rushed there in twenty minutes. As soon as he got onto the rooftop, he saw four or five thugs crowded there. Lu Yan was standing at the edge of the rooftop, keeping a certain distance from those people.
Among all the people, only Uncle Chong was sitting. Yu Zechuan looked around and finally confirmed that he was the leader of this group of hooligans. He walked straight over and asked, "How much does he owe you? I will pay it back."
"Yu Zechuan!"
Lu Yan wanted to say something, but was surrounded by the gangsters with a smile: "Brother, you don't need to say anything at this time. It would be great if someone can help you pay the money back. Just wait quietly."
Uncle Chong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him carefully. He saw that the man was tall and thin, and he was obviously a martial artist. Although he was wearing a mask, the scar that stretched to his temple was still very noticeable. His eyes were cold and cruel, like a whirlpool, deep and unfathomable.
This person cannot be messed with.
Uncle Chong came to this conclusion almost instantly. Unlike Lu Yan, who was a casual player, Yu Zechuan really had the aura of a desperado.
Uncle Chong forced a smile and said, "Little brother, what's your name?"
"I'm here to pay you back, not to make friends."
Yu Zechuan pulled out a bank card from his pocket, holding the thin black card between his fingertips, with a sharp contrast between black and white. He lowered his eyes and stared at Uncle Chong's intact eye, his voice low and indifferent: "There is 1.5 million in it. Take the money and release him immediately. Don't bother him again in the future."
Uncle Chong was stunned when he heard this, and almost jumped up from his stool in shock: "One million and a half million? Is this true?"
He had never met anyone who paid back money so promptly. Was he playing tricks on him?
"Uncle Chong, Uncle Chong," a younger brother suddenly tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice, "The watch this man is wearing is worth more than one million. My family runs a watch shop, and I've seen this once before."
Whether before or after imprisonment, Yu Zechuan's wealth and pride made him never take a mere one million dollars seriously. He could never fake the feeling of treating money like dirt.
Uncle Chong thought he had some good eyesight, so he hesitantly reached out to take the bank card, but Yu Zechuan didn't let go, and his eyes outside the mask hinted at a warning:
"Also, if he asks you to borrow money for gambling again..."
Uncle Chong immediately understood and said, "Don't worry, we won't lend him a penny anymore. With a wealthy relative like you, why would he need to borrow from us?"
Yu Zechuan loosened his grip and handed him the bank card. Uncle Chong took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yu Zechuan: "This is an IOU, total..."
Before he finished speaking, a hand suddenly reached out and took the IOU away. Lu Yan stood in front of Uncle Chong and tore the note with his name on it into pieces: "Now let's settle the account. Don't show up in front of me in the future."
Lu Yanyu ignored everyone else's reactions and directly grabbed Yu Zechuan's hand and led him downstairs. They were silent the whole time until they reached the nearby road, when Yu Zechuan suddenly pulled his hand away.
Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and put his hands into his coat pockets without leaving any traces. He felt a little embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry about what happened today. I will find a way to pay you back."
The streets were empty late at night, without a single pedestrian. Only the 24-hour convenience store still had its lights on. Occasionally a car would speed by, and the whirring sound could be heard from far away.
Yu Zechuan is in a bad mood now, probably because Lu Yan owes gambling debts. These two light words always have a strange magic that can make any beautiful things fall apart. He used to think that Lu Yan was a good young man, who was just a bit of a talker, but he didn't expect that he would even do this in private.
Yu Zechuan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Why do you want to gamble?"
Lu Yan: “What?”
Yu Zechuan patiently repeated, "Why do you want to gamble?"
Lu Yan came back to his senses, stared at the cracked brick floor, and made up an excuse: "Oh, I was short of money at that time, and I got involved accidentally."
He paused before saying, "Don't worry, there won't be a next time."
Yu Zechuan's mood was still not improving, but he did not show it, and just kept silent. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow, and his eyes were dark.
Not long after, a taxi passed the intersection. They hailed it and went straight back to the apartment.
While in the car, Lu Yan wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he opened his mouth: "Actually, you don't have to come today..."
The original principal amount owed to Uncle Chong was at most 700,000, and the other half was basically made up by them. There was no need for Yu Zechuan to give them 1.5 million directly. Lu Yan would always find a way to fool them.
Yu Zechuan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked coldly: "Then why did you call me?"
Lu Yan was speechless.
Yu Zechuan took out his phone without saying a word and set a special ringtone for Lu Yan in front of him. After a while, he turned off the screen and said, "I'm not in a good mood at night. If you don't answer my call next time, it means you didn't hear me. Remember to call a second time."
He did not forget what Uncle Chong said on the phone: he would cut off Lu Yan's fingers. If he had not called back, the consequences would be disastrous.
The light in the car was dim, and Lu Yan couldn't even see Yu Zechuan's face clearly, and could only glimpse a hazy profile. It was not until they got on the highway and the orange lights on the side of the road fell on the car window like raindrops that he was finally able to glimpse something.
Lu Yan wanted to laugh, but he pulled the corners of his mouth and couldn't laugh. He wiped his face with his hand and hid his expression by lowering his head: "Hey, we haven't known each other for long, don't you feel bad for lending me so much money at once?"
Lu Yan had never met such a person in his first half of life.
Yu Zechuan was still not in a good mood, his face was pale. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat to rest, trying to resist the dizziness brought by the driving: "Money is the most worthless thing. If I don't spend it now, will I spend it after I die?"
He had no intention of living since the day he was released from prison, and the money in the bank would only become a string of meaningless numbers after his death.
At this moment, Lu Yan suddenly realized that Yu Zechuan's life might be as short as his. He would leave after completing his mission, and Yu Zechuan would also pay the price of his life after killing Jiang Boyun.
It is his thirty days,
It is also his life...
The taxi arrived at the apartment building soon. Yu Zechuan paid the fare and got off with Lu Yan. He stood on the side of the road and zipped up his open coat to his neck. He was about to go upstairs to go home, but someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.
It was a warm hand. Even without looking, Yu Zechuan knew that the hand had distinct joints and was as beautiful as a work of art.
Yu Zechuan turned around silently, and was caught off guard by Lu Yan's deep eyes. The street lights were reflected in his eyes, like the crushed stars in the night sky. He said hesitantly: "How about..."
Lu Yan paused and asked, "Do you want to go to the movies together?"
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