Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

Chapter 109 Don’t you have a temper?

Yu Zijing didn't expect that before New Year's Day, his brother would give him an order to dig deep into the ground to find someone.

Name: Tong Daqiang, from Pingcheng, 31 years old, 1.74 meters tall, as fat as his two brothers, looks like a pig, unemployed vagrant...

Yu Zijing was the best at finding people. He called Zhou Yongan the next afternoon and said that the person was in an Internet cafe in the western suburbs.

Tong Daqiang was brought to a house with an empty living room with a hood over his head. As soon as the hood was removed, he began to kneel down and beg for mercy: "Master, master, please be kind and don't hit me, don't hit me, I will pay you back right away, right away!"

Zhou Yongan put one hand in his pocket, holding a retractable steel rod, and slowly walked down the stairs.

Tong Daqiang then realized that it was not the debt collector who was looking for him, but Zhou Yongan!

Compared to his calmness and self-control yesterday at Jiyue Mansion, Zhou Yongan punched Tong Daqiang twice when he saw him today.

He waved his hand that hurt, and said in a sharp voice: "You held my wife hostage yesterday, so you deserve to be hit twice, right?"

Tong Daqiang had a stomachache, he stuck out his butt, wrinkled his face, and nodded obediently at Zhou Yongan.

Zhou Yongan was obviously still furious, and he threw a punch in the air with a tough fist and hard joints.

The wind created by the swinging fist seemed to be able to cut Tong Daqiang in half.

Zhou Yongan dropped his hand and shouted, "Call your creditor and call him over!"

Tong Daqiang's shoulders were handcuffed on both sides, so he had no choice but to do as he was told.

After half an hour.

A black van drove into Jinsheng Community.

After a while, seven or eight men stood in front of Zhou Yongan.

The leading man was wearing a black jacket, about forty years old, with a gold ring on his hand. His name was Zhao Shijie, and he worked as a manager for a local micro-loan company in Licheng.

When Manager Zhao entered the room, the first thing he saw was Tong Daqiang who was being held captive with a miserable look on his face. He couldn't help but glance at Zhou Yongan.

There was a sense of pride on Zhou Yongan's brow. He opened his eyes and wondered which loan company he was working for.

I couldn't think of anything, so I just asked politely: "What's your name?"

Zhou Yongan: "Zhou."

Manager Zhao smiled amiably and said, "Mr. Zhou, my last name is Zhao. We have been looking for this Tong for a long time. I wonder how much money he owes your company?"

Zhou Yongan sat leisurely on the sofa, drinking tea casually. He put down the teacup and glanced at the scattered people in the room.

The people brought by Manager Zhao all had shaved heads, wore baggy clothes, had scars on their faces, and held sticks in their hands. If you didn't know them, you would think they were from some gang.

Zhou Yongan said: "Five hundred thousand."

Manager Zhao tutted his words when he heard this and walked up to Tong Daqiang: "Daqiang, you are such a good kid. You borrow from me and borrow from others, and you don't even know how to pay it back. You don't even have a proper job. You live like a rat. Everyone beats you up when you go out on the street. What do you think you are breathing air for?"

After saying that, he patted Tong Daqiang's face.

Tong Daqiang said fearfully: "I will give it back to you, I have money!"

Manager Zhao smiled and looked at Zhou Yongan: "Brother, which company are you from? We are on Green Installment, and he has money. Can we let him pay us back first? He has owed us for a long time."

Although Manager Zhao was smiling, there was no emotion in his eyes.

Zhou Yongan nodded in a friendly manner and said, "He has no money. Take out the loan contract signed by Tong Daqiang and I will pay it back for him."

Manager Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Yongan again: "Brother, are you serious?"

Zhou Yongan: “Yeah.”

Manager Zhao waved his hand and one of his subordinates quickly took out the loan contract.

Although it was fine as long as someone paid back the money, Manager Zhao didn't quite understand the situation. He asked tentatively, "Who are you to Tong Daqiang?"

Zhou Yongan crossed his legs and glanced over the terms of the contract in his hand: "The husband of my sister's best friend who is not related by blood."

Manager Zhao didn't understand and looked at Tong Daqiang.

Tong Daqiang on the side had a bitter look on his face and dared not say anything.

The contract was consistent with what Tong Daqiang said. It was correct. The principal was 200 yuan. Since it was overdue, it had to be repaid at % of the overdue interest rate...

Zhou Yongan threw the contract on the table and stood up: "According to the financial loan regulations, the maximum penalty interest is calculated at 100% interest rate. Is your Green Installment 200% suitable?"

Manager Zhao laughed and said, "It's something we both agreed to. Who can I blame?"

Zhou Yongan took out his mobile phone and said, "When I was working at the HKMA, I never heard of this. I will ask my colleagues at the Anti-Illegal Financial Activities Bureau whether the policy has been changed."

He said as he made a call.

When Manager Zhao heard this, his face instantly turned ugly. He reached out and pressed Zhou Yongan's hand: "Mr. Zhou, let's talk it over nicely."

Zhou Yongan smiled slightly and looked at Manager Zhao in confusion: "What?"

Manager Zhao couldn't laugh. He glanced at the phone in Zhou Yongan's hand, not sure whether what he had just said was a lie or true.

He thought about it, looked back at his brothers, and then looked at the good-for-nothing Tong Daqiang, and said with relief: "If Mr. Zhou is really willing to help Tong Daqiang pay back the money, then we will do as you said, and calculate it at a 100% penalty interest rate."

Zhou Yongan: "Then please ask Manager Zhao to calculate how much Tong Daqiang needs to pay back in total."

A subordinate handed over a briefcase, and Manager Zhao took out a calculator from it. He tapped on it and looked at Zhou Yongan: "Three hundred and eighty-four thousand five."

Zhou Yongan walked closer to Tong Daqiang and asked, "Do you want me to pay it back for you?"

Tong Daqiang felt the coldness in his eyes and didn't dare to look at him any longer. He just nodded frantically.

Zhou Yongan took out Tong Daqiang's phone, asked him to unlock it, and then opened Alipay: "Tong Daqiang, what can you give me to pay off the debt?"

Tong Daqiang: "I, I have a suite in my hometown..."

……

Li Qingwen's cold has not healed.

Not only did it not get better, it's now even more troublesome. Not only is my nasal cavity blocked, but my eyes also started to tear up for no apparent reason.

Coupled with the aftereffects of climbing the mountain, my whole body felt sore and weak.

Zhou Yongan was still the same as always. He came to her place at dinner time and clanged around in her kitchen.

Li Qingwen's attitude towards Zhou Yongan suddenly became cold. No matter what dish Zhou Yongan cooked, she would give it a bad review and then refuse to eat it.

In the evening, Zhou Yongan was about to start working in the kitchen again, but was stopped by Li Qingwen: "If I want to eat, I can cook it myself. Don't waste food here."

"I promise you'll be satisfied this time. Go and have a rest. I'm going to light a fire and pour the oil soon. Don't get stained by the smell of oil."

He pushed her out of the kitchen, closed the sliding door, and put on an apron, looking like a househusband.

His knife skills improved, and he cut the dishes more and more evenly, such as stir-fried meat with garlic strips, yam and black fungus, sweet and sour spareribs, and tomato and egg soup. The dishes on the table were full of color and fragrance.

He is a smart man and learns things quickly.

Li Qingwen sat at the table, looking at Zhou Yongan, and suddenly reached out and grabbed one of the dishes.

Zhou Yongan noticed her intention and held Li Qingwen's hand: "Take a sip before pouring."

Having tasted it means having eaten it, and his hard work is not in vain.

Li Qingwen started coughing because of the spicy taste of the garlic strips. His hoarse throat felt like it was scraped by a blade when he swallowed.

Zhou Yongan hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen to pour some water.

When I came back, the plates on the table were empty, leaving only a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

Zhou Yongan's eyes darkened, and without saying anything, he handed her the warm water.

Li Qingwen didn't answer.

Zhou Yongan sat down and was silent for a while before he sneered, "When did your appetite become so big? Don't you leave some for me? I'll go to the kitchen and make a few more dishes."

Li Qingwen: "Zhou Yongan, don't you have a temper?"

Zhou Yongan picked up the empty plate and went into the kitchen. He put on his apron again, stood tall in front of the stove, put down the chopping board, cut vegetables, and washed the pot and poured oil.

Li Qingwen withdrew his gaze, sighed, took out his mobile phone and ordered takeout.

After half an hour.

When Zhou Yongan finished cooking, Li Qingwen was already eating takeout.

He sat down and ate while muttering: "Sweet and sour spareribs, the sweet and sour taste is really good."

"The yam is smooth, flexible and soft, even Mrs. Fan can admit it."

"Look at this konjac, it's covered in water and stir-fried with green peppers. It smells really good."

After Zhou Yongan tasted the food he cooked, he suddenly put his chopsticks into Li Qingwen's takeaway box...