He won 900 million in the lottery.

late at night.

The riverbank in the center of Liancheng City.

I don't like this place. Maybe it's because I witnessed Zhao Lei jump into the river, so I subconsciously avoid it every time I pass by.

Today, for some reason, I found myself here again.

A Mercedes-Benz E-Class was parked properly by the river, with its hazard lights on.

A man in a suit and tie stood on the bridge, clinging to a beam, ready to jump.

I gestured for Xiaoqi to drive over to the side.

Then I got out of the car and sat at his feet.

It turned out to be a young man. He noticed me, but because I ignored him and didn't say anything, he continued to hug the pillar in the same position.

Xiaoqi took a cigar out of the car and lit it for me.

I just sat there, comfortably smoking a cigar, watching the young man jump into the river.

"Brother, I'm about to jump off a building, can you please stop bothering me?"

Did I say anything? Did I try to persuade you? You should just do your thing.

I took a deep drag and then solemnly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Oh, by the way, I can't swim, and neither can my driver."

The young man swallowed hard. His feet were still five or six meters above the water, and the water was deep and the current was strong.

Finally, the young man changed his posture from standing to sitting down and hugging the pillar.

"If you don't want to jump, how about we chat?"

"Big brother, are you particularly free?"

"Yes, you saw it too."

I waved my hand: "Young man, what's your name? How old are you?"

"Wen Yu, 28."

"Only 28 years old, already driving a Mercedes E-Class, what could be so disheartening that he'd want to jump into the river?"

"I'm five million yuan in debt, my girlfriend broke up with me, all my friends have blocked me, my car is out of gas and has broken down, and I can't even borrow 50 yuan for gas. I also have my mother's life-saving medicine in the car!"

Perhaps the trigger for his breakdown was driving a car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars but not having a single penny for gas.

"Just sell the car. You've already lost so much money, why keep driving such a nice car?"

"Brother, the car's been pawned, we can't sell it!"

Wen Yu wanted to argue with me and prove that I didn't know anything, but when he saw the driver Xiao Qi and the Maybach, he held back and didn't say a word.

"What? You think you can argue with me just because I'm rich?"

Wen Yu sulked and didn't respond.

"It's right to bow your head. If you talk back to me, I'll turn around and leave, and I don't care if you live or die. Jump or don't jump, it's up to you."

The words were rather harsh, and the young man clearly couldn't bear it; his eyes welled up with tears.

"Come down, I'll take you to your mother's. She probably misses you terribly."

"My mom?"

Wen Yu's mind exploded. He was so devastated that he lost the will to live, but he also forgot that his mother was waiting for medicine to save her life.

"Please, brother, help me. Send me there. I'll do anything for you to repay you."

When I was broke, I used to think that if a rich person could solve my debts, I would work like a slave for them until I got rich.

Now, when Wenyu asks me for help, my first reaction is that I have plenty of cattle and horses, so what's the use of him repaying me?

Damn, how ironic.

"Get in the car."

Wen Yu wiped away his tears and quickly got downstairs.

They went to a top-tier hospital under the Ya Hong Group.

Haha, the Brahman feeling just came through.

Drinking water is my responsibility.

The natural gas for cooking is mine.

The electricity is mine too.

Even for a simple medical checkup, people have to come to the hospital I own.

How many people did I support in Liancheng?

The young man was soon discharged from the hospital, but he looked even worse.

Before he even got close, he knelt down: "Brother, please, give me some money to save my mother's life."

"Is your mother unable to afford treatment, or is it that even if she had the money, she couldn't be cured?"

"It can be cured, it can be cured, but the surgery is too expensive, and I don't have the money right now."

I remained unmoved, sitting in the car watching the young man kneeling on the ground, his head raised, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

"With all your organs, if you sign a voluntary donation agreement, I can cover all your mother's medical expenses."

Some things, when said by ordinary people, sound like jokes.

Some words, spoken by someone sitting in a Maybach, have a different feel to them.

Wen Yu's body trembled as he knelt on the ground.

"I do!"

After thinking for no more than 10 seconds, the young man began to kowtow repeatedly.

The cement floor is hard and makes a loud noise when you hit it.

"Come with me."

A small clubhouse somewhere.

Wheat did it himself. With his current connections and influence, he's experienced and good at this kind of thing.

This club isn't very big, but the decor is decent. It used to mainly lure Kou Xun and his group of friends here.

Now that Kou Xun has been sent to prison, Xiao Mai hasn't been removed either. He has many friends and followers now, so he's been kept on.

Haha, besides, Xiaomai is now twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. When people his age meet him, who doesn't call him Brother Mai?

It's very impressive.

As soon as I entered, the room was filled with smoke.

It would be more appropriate to describe it as smoky and polluted.

"Brother, what brings you here at this hour? Is something the matter?"

"Find someone to clean up occasionally. Are you running a club or a gambling den?"

"understood."

Xiaomai looked curiously at Xiaoqi and the young man behind me.

They're playing mahjong upstairs and cards downstairs.

Xiaoqi walked over, bowed her head, and explained the whole story to Xiaomai.

Xiaomai called over the younger brother who was fishing at the card table; he must have joined the company in the last two years.

"Go to the xx bridgehead, there's a Mercedes there, license plate xx, carrying a gas can. The car's out of gas, fill it up and drive over."

"Okay, Mycroft."

After I saw that Xiaomai had made the arrangements, I sat down and looked at Wenyu: "Sit down, let's drink and chat."

Wen Yu sat there with a complicated expression.

Once upon a time, he also ran a small club, but due to poor management and bad luck with his partners, he lost all his money and incurred millions in debt.

"Tell us about your unhappy past experiences so we can all have a laugh."

Xiaomai is a good conversationalist; she quickly bridged the gap between the two with just one sentence.

Wen Yu couldn't help but smile wryly, but a wry smile is still a smile.

After all, they are about the same age, so they can have more in common.

"You can call me Brother Mai. You can come here whenever you want. If you need money, just call me. What's wrong with you that you have to jump off a building? Can a living person die from holding their pee?"

The words may be rough, but the principle is sound.

While drinking tea, Wenyu recounted his glorious achievements over the past few years.

He amassed a fortune of 6 million yuan in two years, lost it all in six months, and even lost an additional 5 million yuan.

"Truly wonderful."

Wheat sighed, "You're lucky to have earned 600 million in two years, but how can anyone's luck last forever?"

Yes, how can a person's luck always be good?

Wen Yu also reflected on himself, realizing that he had become arrogant because he had money and thought that the 600 million was earned through his own abilities, not through market dividends.

This led to his overconfidence soaring, and he went all-in on his next business investment, not only all-in but also taking out loans...

He dreamed of his assets breaking the ten million mark and becoming a superior person.

Who would have thought that Jackie Chan would suddenly turn into an insect...

Soon, Xiaoqi prepared a contract and handed it to Wenyu.

"Sign this."

Wen Yu opened the contract and found it to be an ordinary loan agreement.

"What are you looking at? Do you really think I want to buy your organs? We'll talk about selling yourself when you can't pay me back."

Wen Yu silently signed his name and pressed his fingerprint.

"Next, in order to pay off the debt, I have a task for you to do."

My voice was like a devil's, tempting Wen Yu, this lamb on the verge of despair.