A Wuling Hongguang car was parked elegantly with a burnout at the roadside of a hot pot restaurant, and then a pair of sandals from the 1990s walked out.

"Lao Xiang, come have a bowl of spicy hot pot with egg," the young man shouted.

Flip-flops, beach, a bleached white T-shirt plus a blindfold is a full

"Wang Huaige, it's been several hours since the sun set, why are you still wearing sunglasses? Going for a fortune telling?"

A girl in a white dress stands innocently at the door of a spicy hot pot restaurant, smiling and asking a young man.

"I wear sunglasses not to hide my face, but to conceal my deep and melancholic eyes, lest the passing young ladies become lost in the vastness of my autumnal gaze."

"Ugh, is this really necessary? Just take it off, it's hideous." Ai glared at Hiiro.

"Jealousy, you must be jealous," Wang Huai said as he took off his sunglasses. "By the way, Eiyi, today isn't the weekend, how did you come here? Are you waiting for me?"

"Wait for me, you big idiot! My dad is getting an advertisement made for the store. I'm here to help out."

"Kidding, what kind of advertisement are we talking about? Just put up your photo and let people know there's someone like you in the shop. After that, your hotpot stall is guaranteed to be mobbed! You could even call it 'Xishi Hotpot' or 'Diaochan Hotpot.' " Wang Huai laughed.

"What a terrible insult to compare them to Xishi and Diaochan."

"Heh heh, Wang Huai, don't tease Yiyi anymore. We've been running this unlicensed stall for so long, now that we finally have a storefront, we have to make it look decent, right?" A middle-aged man in the shop walked up to Wang Huai with a bowl of the cheapest mala hot pot.

This man is the owner of this spicy hot pot shop, Xiang Youwei. This one over here is his son, and this slovenly young man Wang Huai often drives a black car past here to eat a bowl of spicy hot pot.

"Hey, your business is booming! You've even opened a store now. That's great, you're going to make a lot of money!"

Suddenly, a BMW stopped at the front of the store. Four people got out of the car. The first one was a man with a big head and big ears. He walked up to the hot pot restaurant with his head held high.

Upon seeing these people, a look of clear disgust and terror flashed across Iyi's eyes.

"Master Liu, why are you here so early today?" Xiang Youwei hurriedly put the mala hotpot aside and greeted him with a smile.

Looking at a middle-aged man in his twenties calling someone younger than him "grandpa," the scene was indeed rather incongruous. However, the man called "Grandpa Liu" seemed to be looking up with an air of contentment, perhaps because he had long been accustomed to it.

"This isn't just rumors about him swapping out his old stall for a better shop, he didn't even have to sell it anymore and just got a new one directly. Come on, let's congratulate him! Looks like Xiang's making a fortune now." The fat man said as he lightly patted Xiang Youwei's face with his hand.

This was an absolute insult to men, yet Xiang Wei just let him slap him, even with a smile on his face. Only Xiang Yi, standing beside him, watched this scene, gritting her teeth, clenching her fists, her eyes filled with anger, but she dared not say much.

The speaker, Liu Zhang, was a capable person as well. However, this did not mean they had a good relationship. On the contrary, when Liu Zhang appeared, Xiang Yu's heart was filled with bitterness.

"Hey, where's Liu Ye? This noodle shop came from a relative of mine. My relative didn't charge me much, or else there's no way I could afford the rent." Xiang Youwei said as he took out his cigarette box and offered cigarettes to the people across from him.

"Well, well, the boss is so low-key. I won't beat around the bush either. To be honest, I'm a little short on cash right now. Seeing how successful your business is, I was wondering if you could lend me a bit to tide me over." Liu Zhang said with a grin.

"Borrow money?" Hearing this, Xiang Youwei sighed, feeling both helpless and unsurprised.

This Liu Zhang is not the first time he has come to borrow money. Sometimes it's a hundred or two hundred, sometimes eight hundred or a thousand, and over all, I estimate that he has borrowed five or six thousand in total. But he hasn't repaid any of it. Zhao Yong wanted to do business with him and didn't want to ruin the relationship, but he didn't expect this fellow to become more and more brazen.

"You, you want more?" Xiang Youwei asked with a pained expression.

Liu Zhang stuck out two fingers. "Not much, just two thousand. I'll return it to you in two days."

"Two thousand? Master Liu, this... you know my wife is sick and we need money right now. Besides, I can't even make a few thousand yuan in a month. You want two thousand all at once?" Xiang Youwei was getting agitated.

"What, are you afraid I won't come back?" Liu Zhang sneered.

"I, I didn't mean it that way." Xiang Youwei smiled apologetically.

"It's okay if you don't lend me any money, we'll just leave now. I just wonder if anyone will come and poop and urinate on the doorstep of your shop every day from now on." Liu Zhang said as he spat a mouthful of saliva onto the table next to Xiang Youwei.

"You!" Xiang We was angered by Liu Zhang's words. If someone came to the front of his shop every day to defecate and urinate, how could he possibly keep his spicy hotpot business running?

"Master Liu, could I have a little bit?"

"Two thousand? Fine, then let me borrow three thousand. Towards his boss, he's truly wealthy and generous! Hahaha." Liu Zhang nodded his head and laughed with a raised nose.

"How could you be like this? You never repaid the money my father lent you before, and now you're getting even worse. Don't you know right from wrong? How can you say you need money when you're driving a BMW? If you want to borrow money, pay back what you owe first." Xiang Yiyi watched her father being treated this way and became angry all of a sudden.

"My goodness, the boss has such a pretty daughter! Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Liu Zhang was mesmerized by Xiang Yi and walked straight towards her.

"You, what do you want to do?" Iyi involuntarily took two steps back.

"What are you doing? It's fine if you don't lend money, after all, we're friends. As long as you accompany me for a couple of drinks tonight, I'll pay back the previous amount right away, and I'll even give you an extra two hundred. What do you say?" Liu Zhang said, directly reaching out towards Xiang Yi's chest, scaring Xiang Yi into taking several steps back.

"Master Liu, Master Liu please calm down, a child doesn't know any better. You shouldn't hold it against him. Borrowing money is a small matter, I'll lend it to you. I will." Xiang Youwei stepped forward and pulled out a few crumpled bills from his pocket. "Master Liu, this is all I have for now."

That was hundreds of dollars worth of business for the day at the shop, money that was his wife's lifeline. How could he bear to just "borrow" it from this man in front of him? But for his son's safety, he had no choice but to give it.

Liu Zhang tapped the money in his hand. "Alright, alright. Don't worry, I'll pay you back someday." As he spoke, he picked up a bowl of mapo tofu from the table beside him and slowly poured it onto Xiang Youwei's noodles. "Old Xiang, the reason I borrowed money from you is because I value you. Don't be ungrateful, or else your mapo tofu won't sell well."

Faced with Liu Zhang's rascality, Xiang You could only sigh inwardly. He said it was borrowed, but in fact, Xiang You also knew that he was probably out of luck. But there's no way around it, doing small business can be troublesome, so he could only spend money to avoid trouble.

"Hey, big brother, whether you're here to borrow money or harass little girls, I don't care, but what do you mean by pouring out my spicy hot pot? I even added an egg!" Suddenly, a discordant voice came from beside them.

Liu Zhang turned his head and saw only a young man leaning against a Wuling Hongguang, looking at him.

"Damn it, where did this clueless punk come from? Doesn't he know when to die? Get the hell out of here if you don't want to end up questioning your life." Liu Zhang glared at Wang Huai and threatened.

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