Chapter 34 (1/2)

Chapter 34

Zhou Deshun was the owner of Zhou’s Fruit Stall in Yiwu Business Center. He was in the store stocking up the fruits during the afternoon when he saw four boys walking over quickly.

Zhou Deshun thought that they were here for business, so he went up to them with a big smile on his face. “How may I help you?”

“I don’t want fruit, I want money,” said Chen Hansheng, the leader, directly with a smile.

Zhou Deshun then realized that the people in front of him were not friendly or potential customers. He calmly picked up a fruit knife and cut a watermelon into two halves, allowing the bright red juice to drip onto the ground as he asked, “What money do you want?”

Yang Shichao and Guo Shaoqiang looked at each other, their eyelids twitching.

Chen Hansheng picked up the small stool by the door and sat beside Zhou Deshun, only twenty centimeters away from the shiny fruit knife.

“My uncle is Feng Jihua from the stationery store across the street. I heard you owe him 3,500 yuan,” said Chen Hansheng as he picked up the cut watermelon, deliberately exposing his neck, and ate it in front of Zhou Deshun.

Zhou Deshun was surprised. When did Feng Jihua have such a grownup nephew? Then, he flew into a rage. In just half a year, 2,500 yuan had become 3,500 yuan. This bastard was even more ruthless than a loan shark.

In fact, it was not only Zhou Deshun. Yang Shichao and the others also knew that the amount Hansheng mentioned to Zhou Deshun was a thousand yuan higher than what Feng Jihua had told them. However, they thought that Chen Hansheng was deliberately overcharging the handling fee of a thousand yuan, so they did not say anything.

Compared to Feng Jihua, Chen Hansheng was more willing to deal with Zhou Deshun because Feng Jihua’s sponsorship was on the line. Chen Hansheng didn’t want to be so ruthless with Zhou Deshun, but the latter seemed pretty easy to deal with so Hansheng didn’t hold back.

“Young man, let me tell you, I don’t owe your uncle 3,500 yuan,” said Zhou Deshun seriously.

After Chen Hansheng finished eating the watermelon, he casually used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his mouth before saying, “I honestly don’t care. That was what my uncle told me so here I am to ask for it.”

The other students slowly gathered in front of Zhou’s Fruit Shop.

“Who are they?” asked Zhou Deshun.

They were quite obviously university students. “These are my university mates. If you don’t hand over the 3,500 yuan to me, they will be moving out fruits until the amount is worth 3,500 yuan.”

“How dare you!”

Zhou Deshun knocked the fruit knife against a surface with a loud clang. “F*cking Feng Jihua, he deliberately raised the debt from 2,500 yuan to 3,500 yuan. He even let a group of university students harass my business. Just you wait!”

Zhou Deshun walked to the small warehouse at the back. After a brief moment of rummaging, Zhou Deshun took out a crumpled loan slip and held it in front of Chen Hansheng’s face. “Look carefully. Doesn’t it say 2,500 yuan? Your wicked uncle is lying to you!”

Chen Hansheng took the loan slip and clearly read that Zhou Deshun had borrowed 2,500 yuan from Feng Jihua due to personal financial constraints and that the former promised to return it within a month.

Zhou Deshun waited for Chen Hansheng to finish reading it before he said, “Well?”

“Alright.” Chen Hansheng nodded.

“Return the loan slip to me,” said Zhou Deshun as he reached out.

Chen Hansheng smiled and folded the loan slip before putting it into his pocket. “I heard it wrong just now. Uncle actually said that it was 2,500 yuan. Now that the evidence and witnesses are all here, please return the money, Mr. Zhou.”

Zhou Deshun was dumbstruck for a long time. It was not easy for him to realize that this person was swindling him away from his loan slip.

“You dare to swindle me? I wish Feng Jihua and his nephews a horrendous death!”

“Whatever. Anyway, I’m not very familiar with Mr. Feng.”

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