I really don't want to be reborn.

Zhou Deshun is the owner of the "Zhou Ji Fruit Stand" in Yiwu Commodity Center. He was watering the fruits in the store in the afternoon when he suddenly saw four boys walking quickly across from him.

Zhou Deshun thought they were businessmen and greeted them with a smile: "What do you want, handsome guys?"

"I don't want fruits, I want money."

The leader Chen Hansheng replied with a smile.

Zhou Deshun realized that the people in front of him were not friendly. He picked up the fruit knife calmly, picked up the watermelon and cut it into two pieces with a "click", leaving the bright red juice on the ground, then looked up and asked: "What money do you want?"

Seeing Zhou Shunde's warning with the knife, Yang Shichao and Guo Shaoqiang looked at each other and their eyelids jumped a little.

Chen Hansheng sneered and actually moved the small stool at the door to sit next to Zhou Deshun, only 20 centimeters away from the shining fruit knife.

"My uncle is Feng Jihua from the stationery store opposite. I heard that you owe him 3,500 yuan?"

Chen Hansheng said as he picked up the cut watermelon and started eating it in front of Zhou Deshun.

His neck was exposed when he lowered his head, just hanging under the sharp watermelon knife.

Zhou Deshun was stunned at first, wondering when Feng Jihua had such a big nephew, and then he was furious. It's only been half a year, and 2,500 yuan has turned into 3,500. This bastard is even more cruel than loan sharks.

In fact, it's not just Zhou Deshun. Yang Shichao and the other two were also confused when they heard that "2,500" turned into "3,500", but they thought Chen Hansheng deliberately charged an extra 1,000 yuan in handling fees, so they didn't say anything.

Compared with Feng Jihua, Chen Hansheng actually prefers to deal with Zhou Deshun, because whether Feng Jihua is willing to sponsor or not depends entirely on himself, and Chen Hansheng really can't force him, but Zhou Deshun's loopholes are too big, and Chen Hansheng can easily find a way in.

"Young man, let me tell you, I don't owe your uncle 3,500 yuan."

Zhou Deshun said seriously.

After eating the watermelon, Chen Hansheng casually lifted up his clothes to wipe his mouth, and said with a smile: "I don't care about this, my uncle said so, I am only responsible for asking for money."

Just as Zhou Deshun was looking at the four people with uncertainty, the students from the School of Finance who were watching the excitement gradually surrounded the door of the fruit store.

"Who are they?" Zhou Deshun asked.

These people all had obvious college temperaments, and Chen Hansheng did not hide it: "These are all my college classmates. If you don't return the 3,500 yuan to me, I will let them move the fruit until the 3,500 yuan is full."

"You dare!"

Zhou Deshun knocked the fruit knife with a "dang" sound, and then cursed loudly: "Feng Jihua, you deliberately said that the debt of 2,500 yuan was 3,500, and you let a group of college students come to harass me to do business, wait for me!"

After saying that, Zhou Deshun walked to the small warehouse at the back. After a burst of rummaging, Zhou Deshun took out a wrinkled IOU and stuck it on Chen Hansheng's face: "Look carefully, did I only borrow 2,500 yuan? Your wicked uncle is cheating you!"

Chen Hansheng took the IOU, and it was clearly written on it that "Zhou Deshun borrowed 2,500 yuan from Feng Jihua due to personal financial constraints, and agreed to return it within one month..."

Zhou Deshun waited until Chen Hansheng finished reading it, then he said, "Did you see it clearly?"

"I saw it clearly."

Chen Hansheng nodded.

"Then give me the IOU back."

Zhou Deshun stretched out his hand and said.

Chen Hansheng smiled, folded the IOU and put it in his pocket: "I heard it wrong just now. My uncle actually said it was 2,500 yuan. Now there are witnesses and evidences. Give it back, Boss Zhou."

Zhou Deshun was stunned for a long time, and finally realized that this person was cheating on his IOU.

"You dare to cheat me, I wish you and your family, Feng Jihua, to die!"

"Whatever, I don't know Boss Feng very well anyway."

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In the stationery store, looking at the 25 100-yuan bills in front of him, Feng Jihua smiled like a flower.

"I didn't expect it. I had given up on the money, but I didn't expect you to get it back," Feng Jihua said as he was about to reach out to collect the money. "Pah." Chen Hansheng pressed it with a lighter. "Classmate, what do you mean?" Feng Jihua raised his head and asked. "Nothing, just reminding Boss Feng that this is my money." Chen Hansheng smiled. "This is too much. You can take 500 yuan as a bonus, but it's not reasonable to take it all." Feng Jihua said with a gloomy face. The two people who were just in a cooperative state broke up in an instant because of money, but Chen Hansheng was obviously more unreasonable, and he didn't intend to reason. Zhu Chenglong also sneered beside him: "Boss Feng, have you forgotten what you said just now? Whoever you say will get the debt back, the money will belong to him."

"This..."

Feng Jihua paused, thinking who knew these bastards could really get it back. He pushed his glasses and smiled awkwardly: "I was just talking."

"You can say it, but I take it seriously."

Chen Hansheng put 2,500 yuan into his pocket while holding a cigarette. Feng Jihua swallowed his saliva, but there was nothing he could do.

When the money was in Feng Jihua's hands, Chen Hansheng really had no way to deal with it, but once it was released and Chen Hansheng got it, Feng Jihua could not get it back.

"Minister Zhou, wait a minute. I think you got a sponsorship of 500 yuan just now."

At this time, Zuo Xiaoli and Zhou Xiao were planning to leave quietly. Who would have thought that Chen Hansheng was so cunning and vicious that he not only cheated Zhou Deshun's loan note, but also extorted the money directly in front of Feng Jihua.

Now Zhou Xiao just wants to be a nobody, but Chen Hansheng won't let him go at all.

"How about this, I'll take out 501 yuan as a sponsor for the freshman party, and put a little pressure on Minister Zhou."

Chen Hansheng took out a 500 yuan note, and then borrowed a coin from Li Zhennan and handed them to Qi Wei.

Qi Wei was stunned, not knowing whether to accept or refuse.

"Why, don't you like it?"

Chen Hansheng asked with a smile.

Qi Wei gritted her teeth, pretended not to see the gloomy look of Vice Chairman Zuo Xiaoli, and directly accepted the 501 yuan.

"Good!"

Guo Shaoqiang shouted loudly, and the freshmen around him began to cheer. They didn't know why, but they always felt that this should be a victory, and they participated in it personally.

Yang Shichao didn't think it was chaotic enough. He shouted at the backs of Zuo Xiaoli and Zhou Xiao: "You said you would give up the position of deputy minister. Why are you so scared now?"

"Forget it, he won't give up."

Chen Hansheng said indifferently.

Although Zhou Xiao swore in front of so many people, as long as he is thick-skinned enough and Zuo Xiaoli supports him, he can still be the deputy minister.

"Let's drink tonight, I'll treat you!"

Chen Hansheng called all the classmates who came to the commodity center to support the scene. In the afternoon, Chen Hansheng showed them another face, which was far more complicated than being a student.

But fortunately, he is our class monitor.

Yang Shichao and his friends were drinking and cursing, saying that Zhou Xiao was shameless and refused to admit his defeat. Zhu Chenglong even asked, "How can we make Zhou Xiao quit the External Relations Department?"

Chen Hansheng was drinking at the time and didn't think too deeply about it. He replied, "Unless he loses face and can't pick it up, the strength of this afternoon's incident is not enough."

Zhu Chenglong said "Oh" and continued to drink without saying anything.

After returning home in the evening, Chen Hansheng was playing cards with others. Guo Shaoqiang suddenly ran in and said, "Oh no, Zhu Chenglong, that bastard, beat Zhou Xiao."