Chapter 800: They Owe Me More than One Million
Mo Yixuan didn't know how to answer the two old people's questions.
He frowned and tried hard to think of a suitable identity. After a few seconds, he sighed, a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes, and said absurdly: "I am a friend of theirs in the past. They borrowed more than 1 million from me and have never paid it back."
Old man:...
The old man and the old lady were stunned and exclaimed "ah".
"They owe you so much money?" The old lady looked at Mo Yixuan with wide eyes and asked in disbelief.
Mo Yixuan nodded, and the eagerness in his eyes seemed to be really eager to collect debts.
"Yes, auntie, they borrowed 1.2 million from me two years ago and said they were doing business and would pay me back in a year. Now it has been more than two years, and they have not paid me back, and the phone can't be reached."
As soon as these words came out, the two old people showed extremely surprised expressions.
The old lady, "Oh, that's not good. I was wondering why they wanted to go back during the New Year. It turns out they were hiding from their debts."
The old man looked at Mo Yixuan with sympathy, "Young man, you have to go to Mangshan Village to find them and ask them to pay you back. They should be rich."
The old lady, "Yes, I saw them buy a Mercedes-Benz a few months ago, a car worth 500,000 or 600,000 yuan."
"Young people nowadays are so untrustworthy!"
"That's right, it's too much not to pay back the money after making it."
Mo Yixuan listened to the conversation between the two old people. And the key word in the conversation, Mangshan Village, was accurately memorized by him.
"Uncle and aunt, thank you." Mo Yixuan shook hands with the two old people respectively, looking like a model young man who was honest and trustworthy.
"Go quickly," the old man waved his hand, signaling Mo Yixuan to hurry up.
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He Xiyan and Chen Jiahang had been home for several hours and were grilling in the backyard of the house. The kind of farmhouse charcoal grilling made the food very fragrant, and the whole house was filled with the aroma of barbecue.
Chen Jiahang was stringing up the marinated beef strips one by one, while He Xiyan was holding a brush and brushing oil, chili powder, cumin and other things on the food.
They grilled beef, chicken wings, chicken legs, corn, and sausages, all of which were He Xiyan's favorites.
He Xiyan ate while grilling, and from time to time she picked up a piece and handed it to Chen Jiahang's mouth.
"Jiahang, try it and see how it tastes?" He Xiyan was full of smiles. She seemed to have forgotten that she was now a 130-pound fat woman.
Since she came to Mang Village, she didn't pay much attention to her appearance. Her skin was darker due to frequent sun exposure, and she just wore comfortable clothes. She looked more and more like an authentic farm woman.
Chen Jiahang was also happy to eat what he grilled. He was like a carefree child, smiling every day, as if he had no worries at all.
"Jiahang, let me draw a picture for you." After eating and drinking, He Xiyan brought her own easel. As long as she returned to Mang Village, the thing she wanted to do most was to draw.
She drew the local customs and natural scenery here into her paintings.
Chen Jiahang nodded, smiling honestly. He had a very happy life in the past few years because he found a capable and interesting wife.
He Xiyan asked Chen Jiahang to put on the brand coat that she picked up from somewhere, and then helped her tidy up her hair and tied a long gray scarf.