Chapter 283

Seeing this picture of central China, Ye Fan was really startled.

Although he didn't know that huazi had made a mistake, according to his strength, I'm afraid he will kill himself in a few minutes.

He hurriedly pressed huazi's arm and advised, "if there's anything to discuss, what's the use of beating yourself? If you step back 10000 steps, it's no use even if you kill yourself."

However, huazi kept crying as if he had lost his mind. In the end, he seemed to have no strength. He fell directly to the ground and sobbed.

His clothes had already been wet with tears.

"Brother, I'm a waste." Huazi's eyes were red and choked. "I borrowed usury. I'm not human. I almost killed my parents."

Then he began to beat himself again, but he seemed to have no strength to cry. He stretched out his arm symbolically, and then fell down.

"Usury?" Ye Fan frowned, looked at huazi up and down, instantly understood, and said tentatively, "all your clothes and your Ferrari were bought by usury?"

"Yes!" Huazi didn't deny it. He nodded. He seemed a little ashamed, and his face was stained with a touch of red glow.

"Why are you so stupid that you dare to borrow such things?"

Ye Fan was speechless for a while. He was angry at huazi's experience and felt that he deserved it.

Because in his opinion, usurers basically belong to those who have a pit in their head and pretend to be forced by thieves.

Huazi, not to mention, looks like a dog. He drives luxury cars and wears famous brands.

As a result, it was usury.

"All right, get up. It's all classmates. I'll help you find a way."

Ye Fan touched his nose and helped huazi up, but said.

"Really?" A little surprise flashed in huazi's eyes. He quickly wiped his tears and knelt directly in front of Ye Fan as if he had caught a life-saving straw: "brother ye, you are so rich now. Can you lend me some? When I pay off the usury, I will definitely pay you back."

"Yes, how much is it?"

Although Ye Fan knew whether the money was borrowed or not, he agreed in order to do his last bit of humanitarianism.

"Not much, just five million."

Huazi hurried.

"Come on, take me to your creditor." Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and agreed.

Because he is not short of money at all. The cash in his hand alone is more than 50 million, let alone the value of the villa.

Coupled with the company's daily dividend, he basically has no worries about his coat and food.

The five million yuan is not a big thing for him, but it is a life-saving straw for huazi.

In fact, Ye Fan mainly helped central China because of his parents when they were classmates.

Huazi's parents often come to school to deliver rice, because the relationship between them is good. Huazi's parents basically bring a bowl of rice to Ye Fan.

It was such a seemingly insignificant move that Ye Fan lacked warmth for three years.

That's why he avenged huazi.

According to Hua Zi's clues, what he owes is an account of a local fat pig, who is also a famous underworld bully in the local area.

Fat pig gets rich by usury. Almost countless people are forced to jump from a building by him every year.

Therefore, this fat pig is very hateful and can be regarded as a person worthy of death.

Soon, they came to the door of a restaurant. The restaurant is a standard fly restaurant. There is a miasma. The chairs inside are as dirty as they were thrown in the garbage and picked up.

In the restaurant, there were many people sitting at a large table, shouting and swearing and playing cards, which was very noisy.

"Are you sure it's this one?"

Ye Fan glanced at the restaurant in front of him, and his tone was a little suspicious, because he could not associate with the boss of the underground world.

In his impression, those who get into the realm of fat pigs basically drive luxury cars and live in villas.

"Uh huh!" Huazi nodded and said firmly, "it's the owner of this restaurant. I remember his appearance clearly and will never make mistakes."

"Good!"

Seeing that huazi was so firm, Ye Fan knew that he would never leave ten, and directly led huazi in.

There was a miasma in the restaurant. As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of cigarettes, choking his face red and coughing all the time.

The people inside seemed to be playing hi. They didn't know that a stranger slipped in and kept shouting on the table naked.

"Cough!" Ye Fan coughed twice and then raised his voice: "this, who's called fat pig?"

The voice fell, and the original bustling restaurant suddenly calmed down. Everyone's eyes looked at Ye Fan, with a trace of ferocity in their eyes.

One of the fat men came out directly from the chair, with a toothpick in his mouth and said plainly, "what's the matter with me?"

Ye Fan glanced at the fat pig in front of him. He was strong and had a lot of fat on his stomach, layer after layer. He was very disgusting.

Moreover, the most terrible thing is the fat pig's hair. His hair is very long and almost to his neck, but it is greasy and stinks like it hasn't been washed for hundreds of days.

"Well, I have a brother. I heard he owed you $5 million. I'm here to repay."

Ye Fan looked at the fat pig calmly and said faintly.

"Five million?" Fat pig frowned and then remembered something. Then he noticed Hua Zi behind Ye Fan. He came over angrily. Without saying anything, he slapped Hua Zi to the ground, kicked him and said, "shit, I sent someone to call you. You still don't answer, do you want to die?"

After playing, he felt his hair and smiled, "pay back the money, right? I like happy people like you. Other people owe money and are always willing to pay it back when we are forced to go."

"And you are the only one who can pay back the money."

Then the fat pig took out all kinds of IOUS from his pocket. He picked up one and said, "this, brother, you may be wrong. What he owes us is not five million, but eight million!"

"Fart."

Who knows, huazi jumped up from the ground at once. When he was beaten, he was silent, but he heard eight million, just like killing his parents. He shouted angrily: "you're bullshit. I owe five million, and the interest is also three percent. Today is the tenth day. How can there be eight million?"