"Okay, let's take care of the old man! Why are you being polite to me." Ye Tian waved his hand: "After a night of acupuncture, I think it should be almost healed."
In the whole Jiuniu Village, everyone thought that the old man was going to die, but when they heard that the man brought by Shen Jiayi was cured, they were very surprised, and they didn't know who Ye Tian was, to be able to have such a fortune.
But not long after, a few men came from outside Jiuniu Village. They looked like gods, and they didn't look like anything good. The leading man was even bald.
"This Jiuniu Village is really difficult to get to! It's such a remote place!"
A few men complained, but they felt a little displeased.
But just after they entered the village, an old man frowned and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing in Jiuniu Village?"
"Of course they are here to ask for debts!" The bald head said coldly, "Where does Shen Dagen live?"
"Dagen?" The old village chief's expression changed slightly: "Could it be that he owes you money?"
"It goes without saying that his old man was ill and lent me 100,000 yuan. It has been a few months now." The bald man said coldly, "If I hadn't come here in person, he might have forgotten it!"
"This..." The old village head felt that something was wrong, so he sent someone to inform Shen Dagen's family, and at the same time walked towards Shen Dagen's house with his bald head. The village chief was a little worried.
Shen Dagen was in the ward, when a man rushed in from outside: "Dagen, there are a few bald men outside who have come to Jiuniu Village. I heard that they are here to ask for debts. Do you owe them money?"
"Bald?" Shen Dagen frowned: "I have already paid back what I owed them!"
"Since they paid it back, why did they come to ask for the debt?" The man was puzzled, and always felt that this matter was not simple.
And at this moment, a few people secretly waited for Shen Dagen to come to Shen Dagen's house, and the men next to him were even more vicious, and they didn't look like any good people.
"Shen Dagen, how long do you intend to delay borrowing my money for three months?" The bald man asked, "I can tell you that my patience is limited, and the interest rate will double. .”
"Baldy, where did you start with that? Didn't I already repay you the 10,000 yuan I lent you a few months ago?" Shen Dagen frowned: "The old man was seriously ill at that time, and he didn't have so much money on him. Money, that’s why I borrowed it from you, but I will pay it back to you in a few days, why do you still ask me for money?”
"You're not kidding me, are you?" The bald head asked coldly, "What you pay back is interest, not the principal! You don't even go to Kowloon Town to inquire. When did the bald head suffer from other people's losses? Why should I lend you money for interest?"
"But you didn't tell me at the time!" Shen Dagen pouted, as if someone had tricked him.
"You mean you're blaming me?" The bald man asked coldly, "I think you're trying to renege on your debt! Seeing how honest you are, you dare to play tricks in front of me. I'm afraid you're a little too tender."
"Okay, stop arguing, the old man has just recovered, but he can't stand the noise." Shen Jiayi walked out of the room: "How much money does my father owe you, and I will return it to you with interest. After the money, you go away quickly."