What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

It's raining.

The cold rain slapped on Guiling's face, but she didn't feel cold at all.

Because now her heart is colder than anything else.

On weekdays, people in the village regard Zhao Sheng as a respected elder. No one would have imagined that he is actually a devil who eats people without spitting out their bones!

If Zhao Sheng deducts 100,000 from one million, even 200,000, Guiling will accept it.

But he took a full eight hundred thousand!

That much money can buy a life!

Passing by a hardware store, Guiling bought a fruit knife and put it in her pocket, then took a taxi and went straight to Zhaojiacun.

Today I either need money or Zhao Sheng’s life!

……

Zhaojiacun.

In the yard of Guiling's house.

A warehouse full of corpses lay in coffins across the middle of the yard.

According to custom, his body had to be laid to rest for three days before being buried, and today was the second day.

At this time, there were only the deceased's mother and Guiling's natal family in the yard.

However, among Guiling's natal family, there are four strong men over 1.8 meters tall, all of whom are his cousins.

The corner of the yard.

Several of Guiling's brothers sat there, talking with sorrowful faces: "Oh... the child is only one year old, how will Lingling live in the future?"

"Didn't Mr. Fang give me 200,000 yuan in compensation?"

"What are you doing with two hundred thousand dollars these days? It's all spent in a few years. If I look at their group of businessmen, there's not a single good one. They're just digging around!"

"Don't say that. Mr. Fang also gave Lingling a house. That house is worth a lot of money!"

"boom!"

A few people were chatting animatedly when the door to the courtyard was suddenly kicked open.

Gui Ling walked into the yard with a wet and gloomy temperament, and walked straight towards his brothers.

"What's wrong Lingling? What happened to you?"

"Did Fang Jun not give you a house?"

"Let's go, brother, I'll take you to him! I'll definitely help you get your house back!"

Guiling said nothing and threw the transfer voucher to them.

A few people took a look at it and understood the words on it, but they didn't quite understand what it meant.

"What does this mean?"

"Mr. Fang gave me one million in cash, Zhao Sheng withheld 800,000, and he only gave me 200,000." Guiling responded lifelessly.

The four brothers were stunned for a moment, and then stood up with angry faces.

"Damn it! This old bastard is really a human being! How dare you put this kind of money in your pocket?"

"Damn it! Isn't this a desperate meal?"

"Let's go find him. Even if we kill him today, we still have to make him spit out the money!"

"Carry the coffin together. If he doesn't pay today, I will bury the whole warehouse in his yard!"

Led by Guiling, a group of people carried a warehouse full of coffins and walked toward Zhao Sheng's house aggressively.

It's time to make dinner now.

When passing by a house, the lady who was cooking heard the noise outside. She put down the spoon in her hand, rubbed her hand on her apron, and stood on tiptoe to look outside.

"Hey! Lao Kuai, come here and take a look. Where are Guiling and the others going with the coffin?"

Auntie's man came out of the house and looked outside, saying, "And, needless to say, Guiling got the compensation in the afternoon, so she must have wanted to bury the whole warehouse quickly, and then hurry up and find a new home!"

"No, no! People usually go to the mountains for burials. It seems to me that they are going to Zhao Sheng's house. They can't bury the whole warehouse in Zhao Sheng's house, right?"

The uncle showed a look of disgust: "You are talking as if you don't have a head. What's wrong? His Zhao Sheng family has dragon veins? If you plant a tree in the yard, it will die from drought. What should you bury there?"

"No, I have to go over and see what's going on." The aunt took off her apron and rushed out of the house.

The uncle shouted behind her: "What are you doing? The meal isn't ready yet, I'm already hungry!"

"Please take a sip of some cold water first. I'll be back in a moment."

"Why are you so willing to watch the fun, you old woman! Come on, let me go and have a look too." The uncle put on his coat and took steps to catch up.

……

The door of Zhao Sheng's house was closed.

The old couple hid in the house, looking at the balance in their mobile phones and giggling.

"Oh! Honey, we have made a fortune this time! Eight hundred thousand! It's enough to give our son the down payment for a house in a big city!"

Zhao Sheng's mother-in-law also said with a smile: "That's right! Call your son right away and transfer the money to him."

"What are you doing?" Zhao Sheng was a little unhappy.

The money hasn't warmed up in your hands yet, so why are you so anxious to throw it out?

"What do you mean? What if Guiling comes to us and asks for money?" Zhao Sheng's mother-in-law said clearly, "This money does not belong to us. If she comes to ask for money, we must give it to her."

"But if you transfer the money to our son to buy a house first, it will be different."

"Even if she comes to our door when the time comes, what can she do if we don't have money? Even if she takes her to court, there's nothing she can do to us if we don't have money!"

"Oh, you're thinking too much. She can't possibly know the money in my hand. She just gave it to me directly."

As soon as Zhao Sheng finished speaking, the door to his home was broken open.

"Zhao Sheng, get the fuck out of here!"

One of Guiling's brothers came into the yard and shouted.

The old couple felt a thump in their hearts and hurriedly ran out to see what was going on.

After walking out of the house, Zhao Sheng pretended to be confused and asked: "What's going on?"

Brother Guiling stepped forward and slapped him directly, then slapped the transfer voucher on his face and cursed: "Stop fucking pretending to me, 800,000, pay me back!"

"What the hell is 800,000 yuan? What are you talking about?" Zhao Sheng was still pretending to be dumbfounded.

"The certificate is over there, you can see it yourself!"

Zhao Sheng picked up the voucher and glanced at it briefly, then explained with a smile: "You misunderstood, it is true that Mr. Fang gave me one million, but this 800,000 is a negotiation fee for me, he... "

"Clap!"

Brother Guiling sneered at him again: "Fuck your negotiation fee! If you don't even look in the mirror, why are you worth 800,000?"

A crowd of spectators quickly gathered around.

Anyone with a little bit of brain will understand what's going on.

Everyone just didn't expect that Zhao Sheng was like an elder on weekdays, quite prestigious in the village, and his behavior was okay.

When it came time to move money, his true colors were immediately revealed.

"Oh my god! Why doesn't he die if he withholds 800,000 yuan?"

"This old shameless guy always puts all the money in his pocket..."

The whispers around him reached Zhao Sheng's ears, and he knew that after today, he would definitely not be able to survive in the village.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as you have money in hand, nothing else matters!

The worst case scenario is to start over somewhere else.

"Listen to me first. This money is indeed the negotiation fee given to me by Mr. Fang. If you insist that I withheld the money, then there is nothing I can do."

"In this case, I don't want the money anymore. When the bank opens tomorrow, I will immediately take out the money and send it to you, okay?"

Zhao Sheng originally wanted to come up with a delaying strategy.

Unexpectedly, Guiling stepped forward with a fruit knife in hand and made a deep cut on her arm, blood gushing out.

Guiling raised her head, stared at Zhao Sheng with scarlet eyes, and said, "I can't wait until tomorrow. You either give me your money or your life today!"