C6 Stingy Emissary

It was written on the parchment that Rong Jianhua was willing to borrow a year's lifespan from the Heaven and Earth Pawnshop at the price of a billion. If he went back on his word, he would directly wipe away Rong Jianhua's life and take away the Rong family's old residence!

Rong Jianhua pricked his thumb with a needle and squeezed out a drop of blood. When it fell on the contract, the blood froze and fell beside his name, bright red.

"Okay, you can leave now. Just wait for the messenger to come..."

Hua Yueying glanced at Zhang Fann and waved her hand. Rong Jianhua, who was still a little confused, instantly disappeared from the Heaven and Earth Pawnshop.

After Zhang Fann took off the mask, he heard Hua Yueying let out a long sigh, and her expression became a little strange.

"Master, this is a bank. In the past, we used to lend out the things in the bank and collect interest. Did you sell them today? Something doesn't feel right..."

Hua Yueying had lived for many years, but she still could not understand what Zhang Fann was doing just now.

A year of life in the bank was considered a common commodity. Why would the owner want to turn it into money?

Was the owner in need of money?

"Look at these account books. I just looked at them. There are too few things left in our bank that can be lent. People these days look at money. With money and capital, I can exchange for more things. Only then can I live in this Heaven and Earth Pawnshop bit by bit..."

"Moreover, the Heaven and Earth Pawnshop is alive. Can you, Weapon Spirit, become stronger, the servant stronger, can Master take her out to collect debts, for example, like Chang'e collecting debts?"

In fact, the extra information in Zhang Fann's mind was about the management of Heaven and Earth Pawnshop.

One of them was that if the bank was strong, the Weapon Spirit would be strong, and if the Weapon Spirit was strong, then he, the owner, would be strong as well.

"Ah, Master is so smart. Sob, sob, so powerful..."

Hua Yueying kept nodding her head, and her face, which was originally filled with doubt, suddenly lit up with joy. Her entire face was as beautiful as a flower in early spring.

More importantly, Zhang Fann had lit up hope for her!

She was the Weapon Spirit. One day, she would be strong enough to accompany her master to seek revenge from those high and mighty immortals.

"It's only right and proper for a father to pay his debts, and a son to pay his debts. Your Rong family's old master can't take it anymore, and he's starting to renege on his debt now."

The Chen family industry looked at Rong Zhikang with a fake smile.

Rong family was also a person who cared about face. They had a company on the market, and if he did not pay off the Rong family's debt, and the situation of cash crisis was released, hehehe, maybe the share price of the Rong family would fall more than five billion!

This was not even counting the impact on the Rong family's reputation.

At that time, they would definitely lose tens of billions or even more, so the Chen family's business would definitely take over the Rong family.

If the Chen family wanted this, Rong Zhikang could also imagine it. Just as he was about to ask the Chen family to take out the IOU, he looked at the notes and saw the butler rushing over. He lowered his head and whispered a few words into his ear.

Rong Zhikang stood up in shock.

Rong Zhikang glanced at the Chen family's business and signaled the butler to entertain him first. The Chen family's business snorted coldly.

"Rong Zhikang, I'll give you face today and come to ask for it. When the time comes, you'll give me face, but you won't take it. Let the whole world know about your Rong family..."

"You..."

Rong Zhikang was so angry that he held his breath. His eyes were spitting fire as he glared at the threat of the Chen family's business, but at this moment, he had no choice but to endure this anger, because old master had woken up again, but he was spouting nonsense.

"Messenger, why is the messenger not here yet? I have signed a contract, I am willing to give a billion, I only ask that you give me life..."

At the moment, Rong Jianhua was shouting on the bed. He didn't look weak at all. He looked like he was coming back to life.

What old master said made the children and grandchildren around his bed feel at a loss as to what to do.

Envoy?

Granting life?

Old master was really confused. Even if the soul reaper came, it would still be fatal...

"Dad, I'm Rong Zhikang, I'm your son. Wake up, did you borrow five billion from the Chen family?"

He saw that his father's eyes were clear, and he still had a glimmer of hope that he would remember the Chen family. Five billion was not a small amount.

As his children and grandchildren, even if they had to sell their properties, they would still gather the five billion and return it to the Chen family.

However, if the Chen family took advantage of the chaos to extort money, as long as their father was still alive, this problem would not be solved.

"No, envoy. Quick, Zhikang, go to the gate and greet the envoy. Kneel down and greet the envoy. The envoy can save my life. Quick..."

At this time, old master could not even speak properly.

But the anxiety on his face, as well as the fact that he kept pushing his son out, although the force was very small, Rong Zhikang could feel the meaning behind it. At this moment, he smiled bitterly.

It was unknown whether the old master was delirious or awake, but he kept urging him to go to the gate to welcome the envoy, the envoy!

However, the fact that old master could speak at this moment was much stronger than when he first saw him.

Rong Zhikang had no choice but to leave and hurry towards the main door.

Because of the matter with Old Master Rong, the atmosphere in the entire Rong family was extremely oppressive. The servants and bodyguards who were waiting on them were so quiet that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

When they saw the head of the family, Rong Zhikang, hurrying towards the door, the servants couldn't help but crane their necks.

The children and nephews of the Rong family also looked around curiously, and some of them were even whispering.

"What's wrong with the Patriarch? The old master was hanging on to his last breath. He could have left the Chen family to the side and let the butler accompany him, but now he ran to the door..."

"Shhh, I'm not saying you're stupid, but looking at the master of the house, I'm sure someone important is coming. If you don't believe me, let's bet ten thousand yuan that the master of the house will respectfully welcome someone important..."

In a corner of the door, two second generation disciples from the Rong family's side room were whispering and making bets. One of them even took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills!

The other hesitated, looking at the gate, and at the master of the house, who had been anxious and restless, but refused to leave, and then at his cousin, who was smiling like a thief, and felt that the master of the house was really welcoming someone.

When Zhang Fann got out of the taxi, he felt a little heartache about the taxi fare.

"I'll give you a hundred yuan. Give me 22.5 yuan. If you don't have any change, you can just give me 23 yuan..."

The driver looked at Zhang Fann with disdain. He was a stingy pauper. Zhang Fann gave him a tip for a taxi, but the driver had to pay five cents more for a taxi.

Since he was willing to pay, why would he take a taxi?

It was so cheap to take a bus.