The old man and the old woman were overjoyed that Chen Jiuyang was forced to accept their family of several people living with them, as their goal was finally achieved.
The plastic shed on the rooftop was soon built, and all their belongings were moved to the plastic shed upstairs.
However, the upstairs only had bedrooms and no kitchen or bathroom. When it was time for dinner, the old man, the old woman, Chen Xuecheng, Chen Xiaobo, and Chen Jiuyang sat at the same dining table.
Chen Jiuyang felt very depressed and angry during this meal.
These old people had truly calculated and ruined their entire family.
After dinner, the old man and the old woman wanted to use their bathroom to bathe again.
Although the few people had calculated and ruined Chen Jiuyang's family, they did not dare to completely court disaster in the minefield. They knew that Chen Jiuyang and his grandson's wife Yao Zixuan's rooms were definitely off-limits. So, they took turns using Chen Jianmin and Zhang Xiuzhen's rooms to bathe and wash, which was incredibly disgusting. This forced Chen Jianmin and Zhang Xiuzhen to go to Chen Jiuyang's room to wash up, and they had to squeeze into the same time. It was September, the hottest time of the year. By evening, the shed on the rooftop was as hot as a steamer, and they had to come down to enjoy the air conditioning.
They repeatedly provoked Chen Jiuyang, yet he could do nothing to them.
In the evening, after the family finished dinner and was cooling off at home, a group of people with tattoos carved on their bodies appeared outside Chen Jiuyang's door.
Zhang Xiuzhen opened the door and asked, "Who are you?"
"We're here to collect a debt. Does Chen Xuecheng live here?" the tattooed man at the head of the group asked.
Seeing these people, the old man and the old woman turned pale. "Didn't we just pay off our debt today? Why are you here again?"
The tattooed man sneered, "You all ran out of Fengcheng. If I hadn't spent money to track Chen Xuecheng's phone, I wouldn't have found you. If I don't come to collect the debt now, and you disappear completely, where will I go to collect it?"
"Go, grab Chen Xuecheng for me. He still dares to run away."
Two thugs immediately dragged Chen Xuecheng out. The tattooed man said, "Chen Xuecheng, you're something else, running back to your hometown. What, you don't plan to pay back the money?"
Chen Xuecheng's face turned slightly pale. "Brother, I wasn't running back to my hometown. My last asset was that apartment in Fengcheng. I sold it to you to pay off the debt. If I didn't come back to live here, where else would I live?"
Chen Jiuyang watched the scene with interest, a cold smile on his lips.
"Oh," the tattooed man said. "Chen Xuecheng, you still owe me three million. When will you pay the rest?"
Chen Xuecheng mumbled, "Brother, I'll pay you as soon as I have money."
"Pay as soon as you have money?" the tattooed man said coldly. "Meaning, if you don't have money, you don't plan to pay?"
Chen Xuecheng's face turned pale. "I didn't mean that."
"You didn't mean that? I swear you're deliberately trying to default on the debt!" the tattooed man sneered. "I've seen plenty of scumbags like you. Brothers, beat him up and give him a lesson to wake him up."
With that, two tattooed thugs grabbed Chen Xuecheng and began to beat him. Chen Xuecheng was no match for them and could only endure the beating without daring to resist.
"Don't hit my dad!" Chen Xiaobo rushed forward to confront the thugs.
"Slap!" The tattooed man slapped Chen Xiaobo directly in the face. "This has nothing to do with you, you little brat."
"Don't hit my son!" The old man and the old woman rushed forward, grabbed the tattooed man, and pleaded, "Brother, please don't hit my son. We've already sold the house to you to pay off the debt. We won't default. We'll pay you back as soon as we have money."
The tattooed man was a professional debt collector and was not swayed by their pleas. He simply said, "Keep beating him. Stop when the money is produced."
Chen Jiuyang stood aside, showing no sympathy. He even took a small stool, sat by the door, and ate peanuts, as if watching a good show.
The old man and the old woman cried out to Chen Jianmin and Zhang Xiuzhen, "Eldest son's family, please help Xuecheng. No matter what, the palm and the back of the hand are both flesh. You are family, Jianmin, he's your own brother!"
"Jianmin, your family is already so wealthy, just take out some money to help Xuecheng."
Chen Jianmin originally wanted to step forward and say something, but as soon as he saw Zhang Xiuzhen's eyes, he stayed inside the door and did not step out, gritting his teeth and not daring to speak.
He knew that because his parents had not borrowed money, when he was in prison, his family was so poor that they only had a sleeping mat left. Zhang Xiuzhen had also incurred high-interest loans and was beaten and bullied by the villagers. Their daughter, Chen Yating, was forced to drop out of high school and work. If he stepped forward, he would be letting down his wife and children, and he would be failing as a father.
Chen Jiuyang said indifferently, "Our family has money, that's our family's business. Why should we give money to your family to pay off debts?"
"Half a year ago, you wouldn't even lend my mother two thousand yuan when she came to your house. Now you want to borrow three million from our family? Is there such a good thing in the world?"
He still vividly remembered the miserable situation of their family before and would not be soft-hearted.
"Chen Jiuyang, you beast, you're not human! How could I have a grandson like you!" The old woman's eyes turned red with anger, and she cursed at Chen Jiuyang. Then she turned to the tattooed man and said, "Brother, my eldest son's family has money. Don't beat Xuecheng anymore. Go ask my eldest son's family for the money."
The tattooed man glanced at Chen Jiuyang's attire, which was expensive. A top-of-the-line Mercedes G-wagon was parked in the yard. He knew that what this old woman said was true, and this young man's family was wealthy.
"Jianmin!" The old man pleaded with Chen Jianmin. "Even if I beg you, can you lend some money to your brother to get through this difficult time? If your brother is beaten to death like this, how can your mother and I live? It's the white-haired sending off the black-haired!"
Chen Jianmin was truly in a dilemma. He couldn't help but say, "Jiuyang, think of a way. I really can't stand to watch this anymore."
Chen Jiuyang said faintly, "Dad, are you sure you want to help?"
Chen Jianmin gritted his teeth. "No matter what, he's your second uncle, my brother. Blood is thicker than water. We can't just stand by and watch him die."
"Oh," Chen Jiuyang said. "Brothers should settle their accounts clearly. If I help them, what benefits will I get? Dad, did they visit you even once when you were in prison for a year?"
"To be honest, three million yuan is not much to me now, but is it worth spending this money on them for nothing?"
Chen Jianmin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "Just this last time, help them this once, and then don't help them anymore. Jiuyang, for Dad's sake, make an effort this time!"
"Sigh," Chen Jiuyang sighed after a moment of silence. "Alright."
Chen Jianmin was his father and had raised him. With his father saying this, Chen Jiuyang had no choice.