The morning light shines through the narrow window into the dark room. A handsome little boy bites the tip of his pen and sits at the table in an old-fashioned way, calculating accounts.

Now I have less than 100 yuan left in my hand, I haven’t paid the water and electricity bills, I have no rice and oil, and I haven’t eaten food for several days...

Do you want to order something from Mama? He turned to look at the woman sleeping on the single bed in the corner, shook his head, let's talk about it later.

"elder brother……"

While he was meditating, a pink and chubby little girl ran in from outside and whispered in his ear: "There are a group of debt collectors outside, what should I do?"

"Our family doesn't owe anyone money, so get rid of them." The little boy waved his hand casually and looked at his sister as if to say, why are you asking me about such a trivial matter?

"They said it was Uncle Zhao who owed it..." The girl stretched out her chubby fingers and pulled the button. Finally she understood. She stretched out two fingers and said excitedly: "Two million! Uncle Zhao owes them two million."

oh!"

The little boy was so shocked that he almost fell off his chair. Two million dollars, if you give him this, all problems will be solved!

But why did Uncle Zhao owe so much money to others? He frowned delicately and said, "Well, let's just say, the embroidered pillow is useless at all, this makes sense!"

"Uncle Zhao has nothing to do with us. We have no control over the money he owes."

When the little girl heard this, her big eyes were filled with confusion: "But, isn't he going to marry Mom?"

The little boy gave her a chestnut rudely: "You're so funny, you're not married yet, it just doesn't matter!"

The little girl pointed at her in grievance, "My brother is so heartless. Although Uncle Zhao doesn't like to work, he is very handsome. If he were her, take him out and show off to everyone, how beautiful he would be!"

Seeing his sister's virtue, a flash of enlightenment flashed in the boy's eyes, and he grabbed his sister's ear and said, "Do you think someone's parents are handsome? You tell them everything they ask."

The little girl's round face clearly showed a big "yes", but she still pouted her red lips and shook her head.

The little boy looked at the sky helplessly. He was so smart and mature, but how could he have such a stupid nymphomaniac sister? His mind was confused when he saw the handsome boy! They must not be born to the same mother, definitely not!

"Go, go, go and send the people outside away." The boy waved his hand impatiently, biting the tip of his pen again to settle accounts.

But after a while, the chubby little girl came back again, with tears in her eyes and a look of grievance on her face, "Brother, they refused to leave. They also said that they have Uncle Zhao's real estate certificate and this house belongs to them. They told us to get out. They also said... and said

…If we didn’t leave, they would throw paint and gasoline.”

When the little boy heard this, he immediately became angry. How dare you play gangster tricks with him?

"Don't be afraid, Xuanxuan, brother, take care of them!" He threw down the pen and paper in his hand and walked out of the room arrogantly.

There were five or six young people standing outside the house, dressed in a peasant heavy metal style, with their hair dyed yellow and chains hanging on their bodies.

He secretly despised it, why do the gangsters have to dress up like this? Are they afraid that others won't know that they are gangsters?

However, the leader looks pretty good, he looks quite gentle, he hasn't eaten for an unknown number of times, he is skinny and dry, and he is very tall, so he looks like a bamboo pole.

Zhugan couldn't help but frown when he saw him, why was there another child?

"Child, where are your adults? Call him out, we are here to collect debts. Brothers are very busy, it's best to hurry up." Zhugan pretended to threaten, and then with a wave of his hand, two brothers carried a large bucket of red paint.

come over.

He pinched his nose to block the smell, and his words seemed a bit shrill and harsh: "If you don't call your Excellency, we won't be guests -"

Before he finished speaking, he was frightened by the sharp light in the boy's black eyes, and the remaining words were stuck in his throat.

"My mommy is sleeping, please keep your voice down." The little boy came over step by step. He was obviously such a small person, but his momentum was very strong. The little gangsters felt that the air pressure around them dropped instantly, and they were so depressed.
Chapter completed!