Our Rise Era

Chapter 7 I will not default on any debt! (Thanks to Sanshengyuan Maomao for the reward)

The moon is bright in the sky and there are stars.

Most of the shops on both sides of the street have closed, leaving only a few brightly lit small shops, exuding a warm atmosphere.

The shop owners were either sorting out the goods or chatting with a few late-coming customers, and you could faintly hear some whispers.

"I never thought that we would do such a great thing!"

In the evening breeze, Fatty Yuan watched Old Lu limping away. Even after his figure disappeared into the vast night and could no longer be seen, Fatty Yuan could still not hide his excitement.

Under the bright moonlight, Fatty Yuan felt as if he was covered with an inexplicable glow and couldn't help but feel proud.

But no one responded.

He turned his head subconsciously, only to see Zhang Yang sitting on the steps in front of the store, silently reading today's newspaper.

Fatty Yuan subconsciously leaned over to take a look...

[The Dow Jones Industrial Average hit a record high of 12164 points].

He suddenly saw this title...

He didn't understand what this meant.

However, Brother Zhang frowned, as if he was sucked in by the numbers above.

After a long time, he put away the newspaper and looked at Fatty Yuan: "How many stocks do we have left?"

"There are only a little over 50,000. However, they are basically all locked up..." Fatty Yuan's originally enthusiastic and excited eyes gradually became dim, and he finally murmured in confusion.

Zhang Yang nodded, threw the newspaper aside, pushed his glasses, and looked into the distance after a moment: "We still have one last chance to turn the tables..."

"what chance?"

"Let's wait until the stock market opens on Monday..." Zhang Yang didn't say much, but stood up, turned around and walked slowly towards the grocery store.

"Brother Zhang, do we need to do anything tomorrow?" Fatty Yuan asked, looking at Zhang Yang's back.

"Take a shower and have a good rest. Tomorrow, put on a suit and smile, and serve every customer with a better mental outlook..." Zhang Yang paused for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Try your best to make the money you can earn within your cognition, and seize every opportunity to close a deal!"

"it is good!"

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early morning.

Fatty Yuan's snoring was so loud that it made Zhang Yang's eardrums buzz like thunder.

Zhang Yang, who told Fatty Yuan to have a good sleep, ended up suffering from insomnia himself.

Two fifteen

Zhang Yang finally stood up after tossing and turning, and sat alone under the window.

He turned on his phone and saw a lot of debt collection text messages.

Most of it comes from relatives and elders who are familiar to me in my memory, and some of it comes from banks and real-life lenders...

Well, without exception, they all scolded Zhang Yang harshly, calling him worse than pigs and dogs.

The latest text message shows that Zhang Yang’s only property in Taifeng County has been auctioned off by the court for 150,000 yuan.

The auction price offset part of the loan, but the bank still owed more than 100,000 yuan.

In my memory, after the original owner borrowed a large sum of money for stock trading, he self-righteously dragged his relatives into stock trading, and used various excuses to encourage his relatives to go all in with him...

then……

There is no more.

"This is the beginning..."

“How can people earn money beyond their own cognition?”

A gust of wind blew.

Bits of memories come flooding back to my mind.

Zhang Yang shook his head. Although the situation was bad, he was not depressed. Instead, he picked up his mobile phone and carefully read the abusive text messages one after another.

When the original owner faced the abuse from these relatives, she always chose not to reply to text messages, not to answer calls, and turned off her phone. She would close the door when relatives came over and choose to avoid them...

This irresponsible behavior made the relatives even more angry. They quarreled in the store several times and even smashed some things. The young and hot-tempered Zhang Yang was naturally furious. He rushed out with a stick. The two sides fought each other and the matter even ended up in the police station.

Later, under the coordination of the police, Zhang Yang and Fatty Yuan decided to sell the store to pay off part of the debt first, and then think about the next step...

Zhang Yang looked at the text messages.

No matter how harsh the insults were, he still edited the text carefully and apologized very sincerely to each relative one by one.

The phone soon started ringing.

He heard a series of scoldings, blaming him for why he had been trying to sell the shop for so long but had not yet sold it out and he was urgently waiting for the money.

"Uncle, I don't plan to sell it for the time being."

"What Zhang Yang? What are you doing? You don't want to sell it anymore? You little bitch, you take my words as fart, right? Fine, fine, if they go and smash the store, I don't give a damn, you can be tough, just be tough, I want to see how long your bones can last..." "..."

Countless ugly curses came out of the microphone, but Zhang Yang did not interrupt. He just put the phone aside.

A few minutes later, when he heard the scolding from the other end of the phone become lighter, Zhang Yang said patiently: "Second Uncle, this store is the goose that lays eggs. No matter how difficult it is, it is my last hope. I know that I have done a lot of wrong things during this period of time. I also know that my attitude was not good before. At this moment, I deeply realize my mistakes. Here, I sincerely apologize to you and ask you to forgive me. After all, you are one of the few relatives I have in this world. If you don’t believe me and refuse to forgive me, I don’t know what I can do."

As I recall, Zhang Yang and his second uncle almost had a falling out in the police station, and they cursed each other with all kinds of ugly words. Zhang Yang even threatened that if the other party dared to smash the store, he would set fire to the house, and even dare to pick up a kitchen knife and fight their entire family. He was really cruel!
The second uncle on the other end of the phone seemed stunned as well.

He couldn't believe that Zhang Yang, who had always been tough, would suddenly soften and speak in such a sincere tone.

At this moment, he felt extremely unfamiliar.

After a long while, he said, "Apology is useful, why do we need the police? Zhang Yang, I know what you are thinking. I tell you, don't play tricks, you can't run away!"

"Uncle, I'm right here. I won't run away, and my shop won't close. Starting tomorrow, I'll come here every day to pay you back. If I earn one dollar, I'll pay you back one dollar. If I earn five dollars, I'll pay you back five dollars. Maybe each time I pay you back a small amount, but I hope you can give me one last chance..."

Zhang Yang's voice was very sincere, and there was a strong sense of regret in it.

As if sensing Zhang Yang's deep emotions, the other end of the phone was silent for a long time again, and finally sighed: "Actually, your cousin and his friends were so angry today that they wanted to come and smash your store, but I stopped them. Tomorrow, others said they would come and make trouble too..."

"Uncle, I will call them one by one, and I hope you can help me put in a good word... You know, I actually don't have bad intentions, and I don't want to cause the current situation. From now on, as long as you believe in me, I will make up for everything..."

There was no response from the other end of the phone. After a moment, "Don't turn off your phone so often in the future. We don't really want to do anything to you, but do you know how beastly your offensive attitude was before?"

"I will not do it again!"

"..."

After the call ended, Zhang Yang put down his phone and looked at everything in the grocery store silently.

There are some things that you can't hide from, no matter how hard you try.

No matter how difficult it is, you have to face it.

You have to communicate calmly instead of intensifying the conflict, making everything irreconcilable and eventually exploding.

About ten minutes later.

Calls from relatives came in one after another.

Zhang Yang answered the phone calls one by one and sincerely apologized to each relative...

After hearing Zhang Yang's words, those aggressive and questioning relatives finally fell silent.

Someone sighed...

Although some people still spoke toughly, they would not force Zhang Yang to do anything.

In fact...

Among those relatives who once trusted Zhang Yang and were willing to lend him money, was there any one who really wanted to break Zhang Yang’s legs?
perhaps……

They just need an attitude.

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11 month 4 day.

The dawn is rising.

Zhang Yang and Fatty Yuan, both wearing suits, opened the rolling door.

The sun shone on the two of them as they began their day's work.

Although Zhang Yang and Fatty Yuan tried very hard to retain every customer, business on Sunday was not very good. Apart from some tools and toys, they did not sell anything, and the turnover was also mediocre, only about three hundred yuan.

While having dinner in the evening, Zhang Yang received a call from the post office.

After coming out of the post office, Zhang Yang had a bag of kraft paper and 430 yuan in royalties in his hands.

After opening the brown paper, Zhang Yang saw the new issue of "Yi Lin" that was about to be published.

When you open the page, you will see the flamboyant "The toilet water in the French [ZY] head office is drinkable!"

Below the article, there are some beautiful pictures.

Zhang Yang looked at the 430 yuan in royalties in his hand, but did not feel very excited. Instead, he looked at the bank not far away and took out his mobile phone.

"Uncle, give me your bank card number, and also give me the bank card numbers of my other cousins..."

"doing what?"

"I said, if I earn one dollar, I will give you one dollar... It's not much, I'll give it to you first..."

"..."

The other end of the phone hung up after listening.

Then, several more bank card numbers were added to the text message.

Zhang Yang looked at the card number and walked silently towards the bank in the distance.

(End of this chapter)