63: You're a good dog, here's a bone for you!

Juyi Hall.

Huang Sanjin's target of attack was officially set on Chen Yang.

Jiang Lang acted like a dog.

His understanding was decent; he was considered a good dog.

Before his master even shouted "Sic 'em," he had already leaped out proactively.

"Chen Yang, how dare you speak to Young Master Huang like that?"

"Apologize to Young Master Huang immediately!"

Chen Yang sneered at Jiang Lang.

"What's wrong?"

"You're already licking boots and willing to be a dog, but you don't find it satisfying enough."

"Do you want to drag me down with you?"

Chen Yang glanced at Huang Sanjin again.

"Based on him? An ignorant, good-for-nothing playboy wants me to apologize?"

"The fact that I haven't beaten him up is already showing him great respect!"

Jiang Lang's face instantly turned ashen.

When Young Master Huang humiliated him, that was a superior disciplining a subordinate.

What was Chen Yang?

How dare he challenge me?

Before he could react, Huang Sanjin was already furious.

He pointed at Chen Yang's nose, his tone sinister.

"You stinking beggar, this whole show today was prepared specifically for you."

"Since you refuse to be a good dog, then become a dead dog!"

"You won't be going home today!"

Eight men in black suits stepped out in unison.

They were ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing this, Xu Wenqing and Liu Changhe quickly moved closer, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Chen Yang.

They would advance and retreat together.

"Good brother, let's charge together!"

Chen Yang was touched.

He gently pushed the two men behind him.

"It's fine, I can handle it. Just protect yourselves."

Unexpectedly.

Huang Sanjin waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to temporarily stand down.

"How ridiculous!"

"Did you think I would use brute force?"

"Wrong. I only need to move my lips to make him wish he were dead, kneel down, and beg me!"

"Whether I accept his plea or not depends entirely on my mood."

Having said that.

He looked at Xu Wenqing, a smug, wolf-like grin appearing on his face.

"You are Chen Yang's good brother, Xu Wenqing?"

Xu Wenqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"I am Xu Wenqing. What is it?"

Huang Sanjin's smile was sinister.

"Nothing, let the show begin."

Xue Song, who had been hiding in the back, finally received his master's command.

He pushed through the crowd.

He walked up to Xu Wenqing.

"Wenqing, can you repay the 500,000 you owe me now?"

Xu Wenqing was shocked.

"Songzi, didn't you say there was no rush and I could postpone it?"

Xue Song was expressionless.

"I wasn't in a rush then, but I am now, so naturally, I want it back."

Sweat broke out on Xu Wenqing's forehead.

After his company went bankrupt, he owed a total of 550,000 in external debt.

Of that, Xue Song was the largest creditor, owed a full 500,000.

When he was successful back then, Xue Song had begged to invest 500,000.

Later, when he went bankrupt, Xue Song, having already earned back his principal and made several times that in profit.

Remembering their past friendship, he hadn't rushed to reclaim the capital.

He had promised him—

to repay it slowly whenever he had the money.

Who would have thought that Xue Song would suddenly renege on the deal?

Now, he had just finished paying back 50,000 and was penniless.

His father was elderly, and his mother was severely ill, requiring a caregiver.

The burden was extremely heavy.

How could he possibly repay this 500,000?

"Songzi... Brother Song, could you give me a little more time? I truly don't have the money right now..."

Xu Wenqing had no choice but to lower his proud head and actively plead with Xue Song.

Xue Song was completely unmoved.

He let out a cold laugh.

"Wenqing, friendship is friendship, and money is money. They are separate matters."

"If you can't repay this debt today, you'll have to use your house as collateral."

"I'll sell your house directly to cover my 500,000."

Xu Wenqing was aghast.

This was the only house he owned, and his parents lived there.

If the house was gone, his entire family would be homeless.

His parents were so old, and they wouldn't have a place to live.

What were they supposed to do?

Furthermore, his mother was ill. If her condition worsened or something unexpected happened.

Wouldn't he regret it for the rest of his life?

"Brother Song, please be merciful. Give me another year... no, six months is fine too... if that's really impossible, three months will do."

"I promise I will find a way to repay your 500,000."

"Please help me... I still have my elderly parents to look after!"

Tears welled up in Xu Wenqing's eyes as he spoke humbly.

He swallowed his pride to save everything!

He was one step away from kneeling.

However.

From start to finish, Xue Song remained cold-faced.

He was completely unmoved.

Huang Sanjin had already promised him that as long as he made Xu Wenqing and Chen Yang miserable, opportunities to get rich later would be within easy reach.

If he showed weakness now, how could he get rich?

"Xu Wenqing, why are you being such a scoundrel?"

"Debts must be paid; that is the natural order of things!"

"You don't want to repay the money, so you're using moral blackmail to force me not to ask for it?"

"Have you no shame?"

"Weren't you supposed to be honorable and proud?"

"Why are you a completely different person today?"

Xue Song stomped on him mercilessly.

"If you ask me, poor people need to have the awareness of poor people!"

"Stop pretending to be a big shot in front of others every single day!"

"If you're a grandson, call me grandpa; if you're a dog, wag your tail. That is awareness!"

"Xu Wenqing, you are a grandson, you are a dog. Do you understand that?"

The veins on Xu Wenqing's face throbbed.

His fists were clenched tightly.

He wanted to explode, but thinking of his elderly parents at home, he helplessly relaxed his grip.

"Brother Song, I beg you..."

He was about to plead further.

But Chen Yang immediately stopped him.

"Wenqing, stop begging!"

"I will repay your debt for you!"

Xu Wenqing looked astonished!

He wondered if his ears were deceiving him.

A while ago, Chen Yang's father, Chen Zhongshi, was sick and lacked the money for surgery.

Chen Yang's mother, Yang Aihua, had to borrow money everywhere.

His family was completely destitute.

Yet now Chen Yang was saying he would lend him money—500,000!

How was this possible?

Xue Song looked at Chen Yang and laughed:

"Chen Yang, you'll repay it for him? ... Do you even have 500,000?"

"It's not hell money, is it?"

Jiang Lang pointed at Chen Yang's old clothes.

He deliberately sniffed the air.

"Hmm... what's that smell? Did one of you fart?"

"A poor loser trying to act like a tycoon?"

"Have you even seen what 500,000 looks like?"

Wu Min, unwilling to be left out, chimed in to stir up trouble.

"Birds of a feather, poor friends sticking together!"

"No wonder every single one of you is doing so terribly!"

"This is utterly humiliating!"

"If you don't have money, you need to have the awareness of the moneyless!"

"Kneel down and beg pitifully, and maybe Young Master Huang will soften his heart, let you lick his feet, and give you a way out."

"Why insist on bragging when you'll be exposed in one second? What's the point?"

Bai Xiaoyue walked two steps forward and looked at Chen Yang.

Her gaze was arrogant and indifferent.

As if she were a swan soaring high above.

And Chen Yang—

was merely a mangy dog lying on the ground.

"If you are willing to kneel down and admit your mistake now, I can plead with Young Master Huang to let you off."

Chen Yang burst out laughing.

He pointed his finger around the circle of people.

"Don't you people think a little too highly of yourselves?"

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river'?"

"I, Chen Yang, have been poor for twenty years. Am I not allowed to become prosperous now?"

"Must I, Chen Yang, remain poor for life?"

"And be ridden over and humiliated by you for the rest of my life?"

Jiang Lang jumped around like a mad dog, more excited than anyone else.

"What are you? You still dream of striking it rich overnight?"

"With your pig brain, what brilliant money-making ideas could you possibly come up with?"

"With your cursed luck, could you buy a lottery ticket and win the five-million-dollar grand prize?"

"You're a worthless life, so you should have the awareness of a lowlife. Wag your tail, and maybe Young Master Huang will even reward you with a bone."

"Otherwise, just wait to have your bones broken!"

Chen Yang looked at Jiang Lang... as if looking at an idiot.

"Do you find being someone's dog very stimulating and nice?"

"Jumping around so happily, are you waiting for your master to feed you a big bone?"

He conjured a pig trotters from seemingly nowhere.

He threw it in front of Jiang Lang.

"Good boy, this is your reward!"

"When you're finished eating, go bite someone for me!"