Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

Almost all the debtors were called over, filling half the room.

Yang Jun looked at the half-full room of people and his mouth almost dropped to the ground.

When Brother Yang was in debt, he didn't have this many people. How could he owe so much just because his mother was sick?

"Brother Yang, what illness does your mother have? How did she get into this mess?"

A trace of sorrow flashed in Chen Dahai's eyes.

"Cancer, each chemotherapy session costs 200 yuan. After two years of running around for treatment, I still died."

Yang Bai knew all too well how cancer could bankrupt a family.

Even with the advent of modern times, cancer treatment remains a bottomless pit, with many people investing hundreds of thousands or even millions and incurring huge debts that cannot be cured.

Moreover, in the 70s, a single chemotherapy treatment was equivalent to a farmer's annual income.

Even if Chen Dahai were the captain, he couldn't withstand that kind of treatment.

The amount owed is only a thousand yuan, which is not that high.

"It's alright, we're all trying to make the best of a life now. Old Chen, bring over the IOU and let's check it."

Chen Dahai picked up a small key, got up, went to the bedside table to unlock it, and took out a stack of IOUs from the table.

Yang Bai held the IOU and read the name on it.

"Wang Gousheng, Chen Dahai owes you 158.6 yuan. Give me the IOU."

The man named Wang Gousheng brought over the IOU and slammed it on the table.

"Pay back the money now, don't tell me you invited us here to have fun."

They haven't paid back the money they owed over the years, and their patience has long since worn thin.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have teamed up to hire people to collect the debt.

Yang Bai understood their feelings; they were the ones who called the debt collectors, but they weren't the ones who ordered the violence.

They just want to get back the money they owe.

He counted the money and handed it to him.

"Have you counted enough?"

Wang Gousheng counted the money, his smile brighter than the sun outside.

"That's enough. I didn't expect you to actually pay up. It's been like this for a while now."

He held up the money and said, "Chen Dahai is really paying back the money, everyone line up."

When the debt collectors saw that the money was being repaid, they all held up their IOUs, afraid that if they were a second late, they would miss out on the money.

Yang Bai waved his hand, signaling them to stop.

"Quiet down, everyone gets paid."

The money was distributed over the course of a whole afternoon, and finally all the debts of everyone in the house were paid off. The remaining few amounts were small, and no one had come to collect them yet. Anyway, it was time to distribute the money soon, so there was no need to rush.

"Xiao Jun, bring me that iron basin and matches."

Yang Bai picked up the IOUs that had been paid off, put them all in the brazier, took a match, lit one, and threw it into the brazier.

The flames ignited the IOU, and the roaring flames illuminated the faces of the three men.

Chen Dahai took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"it's all over."

The debts he's accumulated over the years have been suffocating him, but does he regret doing it?

His answer was no regrets. If he had another chance, he would only incur more debt and hire more and better doctors to treat his mother.

Money can be earned again, but the mother who gave him life, raised him, and treated him well is gone forever.

"Thank you, Xiao Yang."

Yang Bai picked up a stick, poked at it, and shook his head.

"No need to thank me, this is all your money. It will be deducted from your wages later."

Chen Dahai raised his right hand and smiled wryly.

"If it weren't for you, I'd be missing my hands. How would I be able to steer the boat properly for you then?"

Yang Bai was taken aback, then lowered his head and smiled.

"If you lose your hand, I'll take you to the county hospital to get it reattached. Besides, they're after me."

"What do you mean 'yours' and 'mine'? In the end, I'm the one who owes money. Flies don't land on eggs without cracks."

Without you, I wouldn't have been able to repay that much money. I've made money, so naturally, I should share the risks.

Besides, do you think they can even reattach a severed hand at the county hospital? I'm going out to buy something, wanna have a drink? Let's drink until we're completely drunk, okay?

Chen Dahai made a few sarcastic remarks, then stood up and asked.

Yang Jun gestured as if drinking, "I definitely want to, but brother, you already have two wives at home, so maybe I should pass."

Since Yang changed his personality, he has even changed his hobbies. He doesn't drink alcohol or cigarettes except on necessary occasions.

This time, Yang Bai, contrary to his usual behavior, nodded.

"Sure, remember the beer, I like to drink some horse piss."

Chen Dahai smiled and pointed at Yang Bai.

"A taste for someone in their twenties? Okay. Can I borrow your tricycle for a bit?"

Yang Bai tossed the key over, "Take it."

Chen Dahai rode his tricycle out.

Yang Jun was a little curious, "Brother Yang, why did you agree to drink beer? Aren't you afraid of smelling like alcohol when you get home and both your wives will be bothered?"

Yang Bai shook his head. "I just want to drink. I can't drink much; the wind will blow it away."

In this life, he changed the course of too many people's lives, including Liu Dade, Yang Jun, Chen Dahai, his two wives, and so on.

Having been given a second chance at life, I have too many things piling up in my heart, and I want to drink to relieve my boredom.

When Chen Dahai returned, he was carrying braised pork, two stir-fries, a bag of peanuts, and several braised chicken legs.

Put them all on a big plate.

Yang Jun helped by carrying a case of beer and two bottles of liquor and placing them on the table.

Chen Dahai took out beer and gave each person a can, then busied himself distributing bowls and chopsticks.

"Come on, let's drink! We won't leave until we're drunk!"

He picked up a large chicken leg and put it into Yang Bai's bowl.

"I still want to thank you for today, no matter what."

If it weren't for him, he would have lost at least one hand. Saying it could be reattached is just a way to comfort him, given the level of expertise at the county hospital.

Chen Dahai was truly grateful to Yang Bai. He never imagined that his card-playing buddy, who had no money, would one day save his life.

He raised a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and Yang Bai picked up a beer and clinked glasses with him.

The three men were drinking, playing drinking games, and playing cards.

When we played until night, the floor was covered with bones, peanut shells, and sunflower seed shells when we lay down on the bed to rest.

Yang Baitou was a little dizzy and, without realizing it, drank too much.

"Xiao Jun, Lao Chen, I've had a bit too much to drink, I'll head back first. You guys can continue playing if you want."

Yang Jun patted Chen Dahai on the shoulder and teased, "Brother Yang, don't be afraid of your wife, come and have a couple more drinks with the brothers."

Yang Bai kicked him in the butt. "What do you mean by being afraid of your wife? That's called respect. Do you like it when your wife comes home drunk and sleeps with you?"

Yang Jun shook his head. "I'm not willing."

"That's settled then. You two keep having fun, but don't drink too much. The payment should arrive tomorrow."

Yang Bai picked up the keychain and rode his tricycle home.

He didn't know what was wrong with him; he probably drank too much. He rode back and rode in the wind for less than half an hour, but he was still dizzy.

Looking at the lock on the door, I couldn't get the key to go in no matter what I did.

Inside the house, Zhang Ning heard the noise, opened the window, saw Yang Bai, and quickly went out.

He opened the door, and Yang Bai slumped weakly into her arms.

"What is this? It smells so good and it's so soft."