At 6 o'clock the next day, Jiang Qinghe came to Qianqiu Quality Warehouse at the agreed time.
He is only thirty-two years old this year. Although he tried his best to hide it, he still couldn't hide the tiredness in his eyes and the haggard appearance. There were also deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked more than ten years older than his actual age.
After his father passed away ten years ago, Jiang Qinghe took charge of the Jiang family. At that time, the Jiang family had thousands of acres of fertile land, which was enough for Jiang Qinghe to live a wealthy and leisurely life.
And his life was indeed very rich and leisurely.
Until he got into gambling.
If a person lives a leisurely life for too long, he will feel that his life is very dull and boring, while gambling will make people feel very nervous and exciting.
Jiang Qinghe didn't gamble much at first, winning or losing only one hundred and eighty taels in one game, and he often won money. When he was lucky, he won four to five hundred taels in one game.
But as the bets got bigger and bigger, his luck got worse and worse, he lost more and more, and his eyes became redder and redder.
In five years, he not only lost all his family savings, but also lost 540 acres of fertile land.
A year ago, when he mortgaged his last 460 acres of fertile land to Dongyuan Quality Bank, his wife took their children and left this sad place forever.
But at this time, Jiang Qinghe could no longer care about their mother and son. After receiving the 80,000 taels of silver as collateral, there was only one thought left in his mind.
What he loses at the gambling table, he must win back at the gambling table.
Half a year ago, he bet the last thousand taels of silver at the Supreme Gambling House with trembling hands. When the dice cup was opened, three black six-points were pressed against his body like three thick coffin boards. He knew that he was finished.
The next day was the day to repay Dongyuan Zhiku's principal, but now he didn't even have a copper on him.
However, in the days that followed, Dongyuan Zhiku did not urge him to pay back the money, and no one even asked him a question.
After five months of worry, the people from Dongyuan Quality Library finally came to his door.
That day, Dama Jindao, a man from Dongyuan Zhiku, was sitting at the top, looking at him with eyes full of teasing and cruelty.
Jiang Qing and Zhan stood in front of them tremblingly, not even daring to speak out loud.
Du Heng's first words made him dizzy, all his strength disappeared instantly, and he collapsed weakly on the ground.
"Mr. Jiang now owes Dongyuan Zhiku two hundred and sixty-eight thousand, seven hundred taels. I wonder how I can repay this money?"
Jiang Qinghe collapsed on the ground, his face twitching constantly. He said in horror: "I only borrowed 80,000 taels, how come it became more than 260,000 taels?"
Du Heng looked at him like meat on a chopping board, and said kindly: "Mr. Jiang, do you want me to calculate it for you one by one?"
So when Jiang Qinghe came out of the Jiang family in despair, not only was everything lost, but he also owed Dongyuan Quality Bank 68,700 taels.
For the next month, Jiang Qinghe didn't know how he survived. If it weren't for a few loyal tenant farmers in the past, he would have starved to death on the streets, but he lived like a zombie every day.
Seven days ago, Du Heng came to see him again.
When Jiang Qinghe saw Du Heng again, there was not only no fear in his eyes, but also no emotion.
His eyes were empty, just like him.
Seeing Jiang Qinghe dressed like a beggar and smelling sour from time to time, Du Heng frowned slightly, showing an expression of disgust.
"Mr. Jiang, it's been almost a month. Shouldn't that debt be paid?"
Jiang Qinghe didn't speak, didn't even have any expression, and seemed to be demented.
Du Heng sarcastically said: "Do you think you can get away with it by pretending to be crazy and acting stupid?"
At this time, Jiang Qinghe finally had some reaction and looked at Du Heng with empty eyes.
"This is the only life I have left now. I don't want to live anyway. You can take it and treat it as compensation to Dongyuan Zhiku."
Du Heng smiled: "Do you think your life is worth more than 60,000 taels of silver now?"
Jiang Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Du Heng indifferently: "Besides taking my life, what else can you do to me?"
"Really?" Du Heng's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said leisurely: "As the saying goes, a husband's debt must be repaid by his wife, and a father's debt must be repaid by his son. Since you can't repay it, and your life is worthless, then we can only find someone to repay. Your wife and son will repay it."
Jiang Qinghe's expression finally changed, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were full of regret and fear, looking at Du Heng was like looking at a poisonous snake.
But he didn't have any ability to resist, so he knelt down in front of Du Heng, kowtowed like crazy, and kept saying: "Please let them go, don't do this with them." It doesn’t matter.”
Du Heng was unmoved and looked at Jiang Qinghe like a clown. When blood stains appeared on his forehead, he slowly said: "It's okay if we let your wife and son go, but you have to help us Do one thing. When it is done, you will not only be able to pay off the debt, but also save tens of thousands of taels of silver."
At this time, his expression became extremely sincere: "With these tens of thousands of taels of silver, you can choose to try again in the casino. Maybe you can get back everything you lost."
"Of course, you can also choose to take these tens of thousands of taels of silver and go back to your wife and children to start a new life. I believe that this money can allow your family to live a comfortable life."
Jiang Qinghe's originally bloodless face suddenly turned red, and his gray eyes seemed to have a glimmer of light.
He croaked, "What do you want me to do?"
Du Heng waved his hand and came to Jiang Qinghe alone. Du Heng ordered: "Take Master Jiang to the bathhouse for a good bath first, and then change him into clothes with high-quality fabrics and comfortable clothes."
Then he looked at Jiang Qinghe and said with a sarcastic smile: "Since you are a master, you must look like a master."
Four days later, when Jiang Qinghe appeared at Qianqiu Quality Warehouse, although his appearance still looked a little haggard and old, he finally looked like a master.
People from Qianqiu Qiku also came to Jiang's house to check, but found no clues. Today is the day when he will be reborn.
So when the time came, he had already appeared in front of the gate of Qianqiu Zhiku and walked in without hesitation.
Two men dressed as servants followed closely behind him.
Jiang Qinghe and a group of three people followed the guests to the room. Lu Tian was already waiting in the room. When he saw Jiang Qinghe walking in, a professional smile appeared on his face.
"Mr. Jiang, please sit down."
As soon as Jiang Qinghe sat down, Lu Tian said: "As for Mr. Jiang's mortgage loan of 100,000 taels of silver, our head has already agreed."
Jiang Qinghe's originally calm heart suddenly beat violently, and the two servants standing behind him couldn't help but glance at each other secretly, showing a hint of pride in their eyes.
But at this time, Lu Tian smiled slightly and continued: "But we have made some slight changes in the contract, and I would like to ask Mr. Jiang to take a look."
