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"Zi Tao, come and eat."

Wen Shulan continuously added ingredients into Zhang Zitao's bowl, and accidentally stacked his bowl to the height of a small mountain.

"Mom, you're biased!"

Wen Xinrui exclaimed.

She smiled softly and said it, but she didn't mind at all.

The three of them happily ate their dinner. However, this meal, which was even more sumptuous than their annual meal, was interrupted by an irritable voice halfway through the meal.

"Wen Shulan, I know you're inside. Hurry and open the door!"

A flurry of knocking came from the door.

When Wen Shulan and Wen Xinrui heard this, their expressions changed greatly.

"Here it comes. "Zi Tao, you sit here for a while. I'll go out and take a look."

Wen Shulan stood up from the table.

"Mom."

Wen Xinrui cried out worriedly.

"It's fine."

Wen Shulan said while pretending to be calm.

She walked towards the door nervously. She didn't even know what would happen if she opened the door.

She knew that the people outside the door were her creditors. Her husband had owed them before he died.

Just as she was about to open the door, Zhang Zitao walked over to her side.

"Auntie, don't worry. I'll help you guys deal with whatever matter it is."

Zhang Zitao looked at Wen Shulan, and said solemnly.

"How can I bother you?"

Wen Shulan shook her head.

Her husband owed her 700,000-80,000 yuan, plus interest, it wouldn't be so easily resolved.

Moreover, both her sickness and the hospital's bill had all been paid by Zhang Zitao, so it wouldn't be good for her to trouble Zhang Zitao any further.

"It's nothing, Auntie."

Zhang Zitao said without a care.

Wen Shulan was still hesitating when she took the initiative to open the door.

Outside the door, there were five young men wearing black t-shirts with tattoos.

They all had their hair cut short and had cigarettes in their mouths. There were even some scars on their bodies. They looked very threatening.

These people were not to be trifled with!

"Why are you so slow to open the door? "Eh, who are you?"

Standing at the very front, a man with a wound at the corner of his eye said in annoyance.

"I am a neighbor of the Aunt Wen."

Zhang Zitao explained lightly.

"Tch."

The knife-scarred man snorted in disdain and pushed Zhang Zitao away, bringing the four people behind him and walked into the small house.

Their arrival caused the originally warm scene to instantly tense up.

When Wen Xinrui saw them sitting on the worn-out sofa, he subconsciously stood up from the table a little further away.

"Oh, your food is pretty good!" Wen Shulan, you should have already returned the money, right? "

The knife-scarred man crossed his legs and snorted coldly.

"But, didn't I just give it to you a few days ago?"

Wen Shulan asked with a serious expression.

"It's only interest that hasn't been repaid in the last month. You also know how much your husband owes us. With that small amount of money you gave us, even interest would be a little low. If my boss hadn't taken a fancy to you, would he be willing to give you such a good interest? Don't even think about it! "

The knife-scarred man swept his gaze towards Wen Shulan's chest with contempt.

"Wen Shulan, have you thought it through? As long as you become our boss's mistress, your husband's money, our boss can forget about it. He can even reimburse your daughter for her college tuition. "

A lackey at the side said.

Little Brother's words caused Wen Shulan's expression to stiffen, and made Wen Xinrui feel extremely uncomfortable hearing it.

"Aunt Wen, how much do you owe them?"

Zhang Zitao frowned and asked.

"How much? The principal was eight hundred thousand, and the interest had not yet been repaid. That was four hundred thousand. Say, how much do you think we have? "

The knife-scarred man sneered.

"You're sure it's a million and two hundred thousand, aren't you?"

Zhang Zitao confirmed his answer and asked.

"Indeed. If he erased all the details, he would get a total of 1.2 million. "Kid, from your tone, it seems like you can afford to pay this price?"

The knife-scarred man looked at Zhang Zitao and asked with a disdainful tone.

Zhang Zitao nodded his head, "I will pay the one million and two hundred thousand. In the future, I will trouble you all to no longer look for trouble with Aunt Wen and the rest!"

"Hahahaha!" Listen, this kid actually said he can afford it? You must be pretending! Was he wearing Armani or Dio? Are you driving a BMW or a Mercedes? They're just the neighbors of a poor mother and daughter. How much money can they possibly have? "

The knife-scarred man laughed out loud.

"Yeah, what a joke!"

"Brat, this is not a place for you to act cool." Hurry up, get lost! "

Everyone present, including the knife-scarred man, did not believe that Zhang Zitao would take out this money.

Even Wen Shulan and Wen Xinrui reported a certain amount of suspicion towards Zhang Zitao's words.

After all, this was a million and two hundred thousand, the two hundred thousand that Zhang Zitao had taken out at the hospital was just a fraction of the sum!

"What if I can take out the money?"

Zhang Zitao sneered and asked them a question in reply.

"If you can take it out, I'll eat this table!"

The knife-scarred man snorted.

He understood Wen Shulan and her daughter's situation very well. They did not know any rich people.

As for their relatives, they had already borrowed what they could. Moreover, this was 1.2 million yuan, so even if they were poor relatives, they wouldn't be able to borrow this much money.

The knife-scarred man was confident enough that Zhang Zitao would definitely not be able to take out the money, which was why he dared to say such words!

"There's no need to eat the table. If I can take out this 1.2 million, then you guys can eat all of the incense in the incense burner on the altar. If I can't take it out, I'll cut off three of my fingers! "

Zhang Zitao gave them a wager that they couldn't refuse. With the money he had on his card, it was impossible for him to lose.

Thus, in this sort of situation, no matter how disadvantageous the gambling stake was to him, he was able to accept it.

He would definitely win anyway.

"Alright then. "I happen to have a few bottles of wine here. If I see you chopping off your fingers, I can treat it as a help to the mood of the wine."

The knife-scarred man lifted his hand and opened a bottle of beer on the table. He suddenly gulped down a few mouthfuls as he looked at Zhang Zitao with disdain.

He was just a poor bloke, yet he still dared to say that he was able to take out 1.2 million. He was truly a laughing stock.

"Zitao's brother …"

Wen Xinrui looked at Zhang Zitao worriedly.

Zhang Zitao looked at her consolingly. "It's fine. Tell me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the funds right now! "

"Construction Bank, 6217XXXXX, Gao Weijie."

The knife-scarred man said in disdain.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, pull it out.

He really wanted to see, with how pretentious Zhang Zitao was, would he really have the qualifications to transfer 1.2 million to him?

"He turned around."

Zhang Zitao sneered.

'Ding … 'Right at this moment, the phone bank's push arrived …