"Can you give us a while?" The blood flowed from Long Yanghua's head. The former investment tycoon became a civilian who is now hiding debts. His eyes looked helplessly and humbly at his wife and children. At this moment, he was still young, but he looked like an old man with a weak body, pitifully old. Originally, he wanted to give his wife and children a comfortable and comfortable living environment, but now, he has no basic peace.

"For a while? Okay, I'll give you half a month, but the interest rate is 10 million, a total of 60 million. I'll come here to collect it in half a month, so you don't have to worry about escaping. I will keep staring at you!" The man glanced at Long Zhiyan, who was still fierce, chuckled, and then left with a bunch of fierce people.

Looking at the messed-up cupboard and the bowls that were smashed to pieces, Long Zhiyan sighed, as cheerful as he was, and could not help but look worried. Thinking of the gangsters just now, Long Zhiyan was helpless in his anger.

"Sixty million, how can I get it in half a month..." Fan Shuhua tidied up the messy room with tears.

The neighbors around the door watched the accomplice leave, and walked in in groups of three or three to help.

Aunt Fang said, "What's going on? Those people seem to be gangsters."

"They are debt collection and have been chasing the debts owed by Yanghua's previous company. The money they used to pay back, but they didn't expect that the interest was more than the principal." Fan Shuhua sighed and said helplessly with tears.

"How much interest is there?" asked the old man Feng Bo, who lives next door.

"Sixty million won." Fan Shuhua said.

"That's 300,000 yuan!" Aunt Fang said in surprise. This money is a huge sum of money for everyone on Myeongdong Chinese Street. The residents on Myeongdong Chinese Street are basically poor, and some of them have been smuggled. Moreover, Myeongdong Chinese Street is an unfamous Chinese street in South Korea. Compared with the wealthy Incheon Chinese Street attractions, it is like a side and a corner. Many Chinese people who have been in it for many years still do not speak Korean. Many places still have barriers from the outside South Korea, just like a city in the city. Most of the tourists coming to this street are from China.

"If you can help us, I will definitely help you. I'll go and see how much money there is at home." Aunt Fang helped Fan Shuhua up and comforted her.

Long Zhiyan let go of his mother's hand and silently returned to the room. He looked at the bare-sided room with only one bed, a desk and a chair, and the Pei Shiqi poster that was facing his bed. Pei Shiqi, who smiled like an angel, was looking at Long Zhiyan with bright eyes.

Long Zhiyan opened the drawer and took out an iron box, which contained the most precious things he used to be: a photo of him sticking with transparent tape, a small leather glove with a hip-hop atmosphere, and an envelope. This envelope was the container he used to save money. From the age of fourteen to the present, except for the money for the school fees, the remaining money is all in this envelope. It is the 500,000 won he planned to buy electric guitar equipment, but compared to 60 million, it is a drop in the bucket.

"Brother Xiaolong, you forgot this note yesterday." Xiaoqiao knocked on the door, walked in, and placed a note on Long Zhiyan's desk.

Long Zhiyan looked at the note and suddenly remembered something. He immediately squatted down, flipped through the trash can, and found the depreciated business card. He stared at the business card in a daze for a long time.

"There will be a certain income, which will be higher than this one..." The sentence was played repeatedly in his head.
Chapter completed!