"Oh, that's not necessary."

The debt collector shook his head in refusal, causing Feng Yao to be momentarily confused. "You might not have heard clearly what I just said. We've already started liquidating assets, aside from the production lines for tricycles and motorcycles, there are also debt relationships... Forced by the situation, many debts that can't be repaid have to be bundled together and sold cheaply."

He stroked Feng Yao's calloused hands, admiring his bewildered expression, speaking earnestly: "Thank you for your concern. I won't be coming again next time."

He said, "We'll meet again if fate permits."

"What?" Feng Yao was stunned.

"Come, today everyone's here, let me introduce—"

The debt collector stood up and pointed to the middle-aged man who had been smoking silently from the beginning until now: "This gentleman is Mr. Zhu from Wanli Finance, who plans to acquire your debt. Mr. Zhu, this is Mr. Feng Yao."

Mr. Zhu took a drag on his cigarette, nodded indifferently, looked at Feng Yao through the swirling smoke, and then coldly withdrew his gaze.

Completely indifferent.

Such an expression...

Made Feng Yao feel a chilling cold all over.

As if looking at a piece of fish lying on a chopping board, searching for the place to cut...

Wait, Wanli Finance? Which Wanli? Seems I've heard of it before, isn't it the investment department under Xingzhou Group? The one in Cliff City?

Wouldn't that mean...

In that instant, Feng Yao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

—Desert Market!!!!

"What do you think?" The debt collector turned to Mr. Zhu.

Mr. Zhu stubbed out his cigarette and nodded: "Sure, no problem."

Thus, the debt collector's expression grew even more eager: "Shall we sign the contract then?"

Mr. Zhu nodded.

"Wait!"

Feng Yao instinctively stood up, wanting to stop them: "Wait a minute..."

But no one paid attention to him.

Not even cared.

Right on this battered table in the settlement, the debt collector pulled out a stack of documents from the briefcase, two copies, along with a ballpoint pen.

Signature on page six, nine, ten, appendix with fingerprint, stamp, and then affix the perforation seal.

The handover was swift, seamless.

As if it had been repeated countless times.

After the last signature was completed, Mr. Zhu slowly stood up, shook hands: "Pleasant cooperation."

"Pleasant, pleasant."

The debt collector eagerly smiled, "Before coming, General Gou told me that Mr. Zhu is indeed straightforward when handling matters!"

"You're too kind. Brother Mao instructed that Mr. Ji's business is his business, and Mr. Ji's requests should be fulfilled as per Mr. Chen's requirements."

Mr. Zhu, usually expressionless, rarely smiled towards the debt collector, "Once this busy period is over, I'll host a celebration."

"Sounds good, sounds good."

The two finished the process, the debt collector blew dry the ink stains on the paper, packed the contract into the briefcase, and picked it up: "Well, I won't disturb you further. I still have two notifications to deliver."

"Take care." Mr. Zhu bid farewell, like a host, sending the guest to the door.

In the end, the debt collector turned back, looking at the stunned crowd, and finally, Feng Yao whose face gradually turned pale as if suddenly understanding something, then smiled one last time.

Waved farewell.

"See you, everyone."

Yes, if we can indeed meet again in the future...

And as the debt collector left, the armored vehicle roared away, disappearing, while the atmosphere in the entire settlement grew even more oppressive, sinking like a dead weight.

Clearly, the people confronting the armed collection squad from Coast had dared to rise in defiance just now, but now, looking at that unarmed person walking towards them step by step, couldn't help but want to retreat.

In the dead silence, Mr. Zhu sat back at the main position, once again opened the silver cigarette box, the crisp sound of the lighter spread, causing everyone's eyelids to twitch madly.

"Phew—"

Outside, under the pale sunlight, smoke swirled up, blurring that face.

"Let's talk, what's the plan?"

Mr. Zhu glanced at the petrified Feng Yao and abruptly smiled: "Rest assured, Mr. Chen is not unreasonable. If there's a difficulty, he will definitely understand everyone's situation."

I guess he certainly would want to know...

Mr. Zhu looked at one dazed pale face after another, his smile was chilling to the bone: "What kind of heroes dare to owe Desert Market money?"

Glug...

In the dead silence, there was only the sound of swallowing.

So harsh.

Looking at those eyes devoid of any smile, Feng Yao's expression twitched, at this moment, there was only one question left...

If he wanted to repay the money now, would it still be possible?

.

.

"... Oh, it's too late."

"The boss went to Cliff City today, really sorry..."

"Sorry, our company's policy is never to intervene in members' private space, phone harassment is strictly prohibited after working hours, yes, even the boss is the same. Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday, we'll convey it to you on Monday..."

"I'll pass it on for you, yes, you can contact his personal assistant, Ms. Isis will arrange a time for you... Next year? That's really impossible... Is there anything else I could help you with?"

"Repay money? Sorry, this business is currently closed, impossible to reach, how about you wait a little longer?

Oh, it's really over the line, how could it be like this?!

Rest assured, once the boss returns, I'll speak to him immediately... next time for sure!"

Meanwhile, in the newly built office, Messenger Logistics' newly appointed General Manager, General Gou, after hanging up yet another phone call from the settlement, soon forgot the blood and tears complaints on the other end.

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