Cosmic Hegemony: I Just Want To Be A Wealthy Tyrant

Chapter 336 Redeem Everything Lost



Chapter 336 Redeem Everything Lost

As soon as Tang Xiaoyu returned to the Conferred God Platform, he found Toyotomi and asked him to help him pay more attention to the news about Strange Fire in the future.

Once you hear that Strange Fire exists somewhere, report it to him immediately.

Recovering the Flame of the Void this time has greatly improved his Chaos True Fire.

If before absorbing the flames of the void, the combat power of Chaos True Fire is 1.

After absorbing the flames of the void, the combat power of Chaos True Fire directly increased by a hundred times.

Moreover, the current Chaos True Fire possesses certain characteristics of the Void Flame.

Not only can it burn everything in the world, but it can even devour space.

This characteristic cannot be measured numerically at all.

Tang Xiaoyu estimated that there must be more than just this kind of Strange Fire on the first battlefield.

Obviously the cost of finding Strange Fire here is much lower than in Immortal Cultivation World.

Soon the time came to nine o'clock in the morning, and it was time to exit the game.

Tang Xiaoyu returned to the real world, took a moment to adapt, and then looked towards the conference room of the Star Building.

I saw that most people in the conference room were still discussing enthusiastically.

There are also some people who have just withdrawn from the game world and are adapting to the outside environment.

Tang Xiaoyu secretly wrote down these people who had just quit the game.

The energy of these people is much stronger than that of the so-called real estate tycoons and financial giants.

If anyone can pose a threat to him in the future, it must be among these people.

Tang Xiaoyu had no intention of participating in the meeting and was still observing the progress of the meeting secretly.

Zhangzhou City, Xiangcheng District, in a three-story building.

Bian Ziliang opened his eyes from the darkness and slowly sat up from the bed.

He couldn't wait to pick up his phone, open the Myriad Worlds mall, and check the number of Spirit Stones in his system backpack.

When he saw that the number of Spirit Stones he could sell was more than 160,000, he let out a long sigh of relief.

The price of Spirit Stone in the mall has reached 24,000 per piece.

The Spirit Stones in his backpack alone are worth more than three billion.

In recent years, since he has been unable to receive new projects, he has been relying on collecting old accounts.

Those old accounts are not as easy to settle as everyone thinks.

Sometimes, in order to get tens of thousands of dollars, Bian Ziliang would go to someone's house ten or eight times, saying good things and bad things, but he might not be able to get it back.

Those who owed money were people who worked on projects like him. They're not all bad.

The market is so bad right now. No one can tell whether you will make a profit today or lose tomorrow.

Sometimes it’s not that you don’t want to pay back the money, but that you really don’t have the money. It's useless even if you take him to court.

Bian Ziliang also had a lot of debts from outside, but most of them were from suppliers. He didn't dare to owe any workers' money.

Sometimes during the New Year, he was so severely pressed for debts that he didn't even dare to go home.

Coming outside the living room, Bian Ziliang picked up cigarettes and started smoking them one after another.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally chose to sell a hundred Spirit Stones in the mall.

Looking at the 2.4 million that arrived in seconds on his phone, Bian Ziliang's frown finally relaxed.

With this money, I don't have to be so desperate to collect debts a year ago, and I can also pay off the money I owe.

Bian Ziliang, who was in a good mood, took out a bottle of Kinmen sorghum from the cabinet, along with a handful of watermelon seeds and two ham sausages, drank happily by himself.

While drinking, he hummed his favorite ditty.

"The mood of a prodigal,

My dear is like a shooting star shining in the zenith

The fate of the prodigal son,

The psychology of being like an ant at the bottom of a cauldron

I understand the meaning of life

I understand that Yi Tao has no time."

Early the next morning, Bian Ziliang immediately ran to the bank to withdraw 200,000 in cash after waking up.

Taking the money, he went straight to Huang Silang's house in the neighboring village.

Six years ago, he borrowed a sum of money from Huang Silang to do a project. Later, the developer maliciously defaulted on the project payment, causing him to promise to pay Huang Silang back.

Bian Ziliang scraped together 800,000 yuan to repay Huang Silang. The remaining 200,000 cannot be raised no matter what.

The two were classmates and fellow villagers. Bian Ziliang thought that because of their relationship, it would not matter if the money was paid back to him two years later.

But I never expected that Huang Silang not only said on various occasions that he deliberately owed money and refused to pay it back.

He even went to a class reunion to verbally insult him.

Bian Ziliang was so angry that he directly pledged the Mercedes-Benz E200 he bought in 2017 to Huang Silang.

He spent more than 500,000 yuan on that car at that time.

It has been open for less than a year, and even if it is depreciated, it will definitely be more than 200,000 yuan.

From that day on, Huang Silang kept driving the E200, and told everyone he took over the broken car because he felt pity for Bian Ziliang.

This matter was known to everyone in the two villages.

Wherever Bian Ziliang went, he was pointed at.

Some people say that he is an old man who owes money, while others say that he is a waste of money.

Not only did he lose all his face, but his children were also looked down upon by others.

Bian Zi has been holding his breath in his conscience. One day he will redeem the car with his own hands.

This is not just a car problem, but the face he lost.

Unexpectedly, this wait lasted four years.

Huang Silang looked at the two hundred thousand cash on the table and asked deliberately pretending to be confused:

"What is this money for?"

Bian Ziliang said calmly:

"Four years ago, I owed you 200,000 yuan and gave you my car as a mortgage. Now that I'm paying you back, you can also give me back my car."

Huang Silang deliberately found trouble and said:

"What are you talking about? I have two hundred thousand dollars left in the bank and there is still interest. I have kept your junk car for four years, and I haven't even asked you for the storage fee."

Bian Ziliang resisted the urge to curse, stared into Huang Silang's eyes and said:

"You still drive a broken car every day? I bought this car in 2017. Do you think the depreciation fee in four years is higher, or is the interest on the 200,000 yuan higher?

Don't play rogue with me. When the car was mortgaged to you, we signed an agreement.

The agreement is clearly written. If you really want to make a fuss, I don't mind if we go to the courthouse.

At that time, let all the fellow villagers see what kind of face you, Huang Silang, are. "

When Huang Silang heard this, he immediately fell silent.

In fact, he has been driving this car for four years and has made a lot of money.

But when he thought that Bian Ziliang would drive this car around the village in the future, he felt uncomfortable.

"Forget it, classmate, I don't want to take advantage of you. Just treat this car as if you sold it to me. You can take back the two hundred thousand."

Bian Ziliang raised his hand, took out a payment receipt, and said to Huang Silang:

"No! Even if it becomes a pile of scrap metal today, I will pull it back. This is the receipt. Count the money. If the amount is correct, sign it."

Huang Silang counted the money for a long time, but he hesitated and refused to sign.

His idea is actually very simple. He has been driving this car for so long.

The folks around him all knew that this car was Huang Silang's special car. What happened if Bian Ziliang suddenly drove him away?

"Can the license plate be..."

Before Huang Silang could finish speaking, Bian Ziliang said firmly:

"No! Stop inking and sign quickly. I'm still waiting to go back to pick up the child."


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