Chapter 819: Chapter 819
“Too much debt doesn’t overwhelm you,” that’s absolute nonsense, unless you’re on the verge of dying. Otherwise, who wouldn’t feel weighed down by massive debt?
The damned husband borrowed money from everyone he could during those years in business and even took out a whopping billion in high-interest loans, with sky-high interest of over forty million a year.
In the past few years, Zhang Hong has come up with every trick to repay the debt, just short of selling herself.
Xu Qianli turns out to be okay with it. A mere Deputy County Magistrate claiming he’d help her shoulder the debt, based on what? Just because of his smooth talk, or is he skilled in other areas?
No matter how skilled that is, it can’t be used as money.
Unless he becomes a gigolo, playing around with rich ladies, but would he be willing to?
There aren’t many young and pretty rich ladies; most are those in their fifties or sixties with waistlines thicker than barrels and faces full of wrinkles. Can he tolerate that?
Sigh, so much debt, she probably won’t pay it off in this lifetime, and will eventually be forced to death.
Unless, there’s a super-rich guy who fancies her, willing to fork out a billion to keep her.
But Zhang Hong knows herself well; although she’s pretty and fit, she’s still a mature woman, not as fresh as those young girls, nor as famous as those celebrities.
A billion, enough to keep an A-list celebrity; who would choose her?
But if that ever happens, it’d be more than just sex, she’d be willing to have his children and follow him for a lifetime without regret.
However, such a thing is absolutely impossible, absolutely totally impossible.
Right when Zhang Hong was feeling sorry for herself, Xu Qianli took his trousers, and fished out a bank card to hand it to her, “I just got this card, there’s no password, there’s some money in it, I think it’s enough to solve your difficulties. If it’s not enough, I’ll come up with another plan. Alright, you set the conditions, I agreed, and the money’s been handed over. Don’t go back on it. You’re just waiting to have my baby now.”
Receiving the bank card and hearing Xu Qianli’s words, Zhang Hong burst into laughter.
This guy is truly funny, just handing over a random bank card, claiming it could solve her problems; imagine he even said that.
A billion, she and her husband are in debt for a billion, with four million plus annual interest, how would a bank card solve it?
If Xu Qianli really had that much money, wouldn’t it be better to keep an A-list celebrity? How would he fancy her, a mature woman?
Humph, probably just trying to make her happy.
Men, to make women willingly open their legs, seem to use all sorts of sordid means.
This bad guy is probably waiting for her to be so moved that she eagerly goes over to charm him and accommodate him.
Humph, does he think she’s silly, so easily duped?
While Zhang Hong was thinking like that, Xu Qianli let her go, grabbed his clothes and pants, hurriedly dressed up, dropped a line about seeing her later, and ran out.
After watching Xu Qianli leave, Zhang Hong’s gaze fell on the bank card. Could there really be a billion in this?
Zhang Hong didn’t believe it; she absolutely didn’t.
Probably not even with a thousand different women would anyone believe it.
After all, a billion is a huge sum, a little target that large; who would give it to a woman for no reason?
Though that woman might be truly pretty, with a really good figure, and an unusually big chest, plus an unusually delicate body, but so what? However pretty, it’s not worth a billion.
These days, as long as you have money, not to mention a billion, just a million in huge money and you can live lavishly for months.
Furthermore, you could change women daily without repeats; wanting an eighteen-year-old girl, or a forty-year-old beauty; with the exquisite skills, no matter what’s desired, there it is.
Zhang Hong admits she truly isn’t worth that price; she then tosses aside the bank card, hurries to dress in her clothes and skirt, grabs a comb to brush her hair, tidying up the mess Xu Qianli made.
Suddenly there’s a knocking sound; the intervals between knocks aren’t long, quite urgent.
Upon hearing such knocking, Zhang Hong jolted to her feet.
In the official circles, most are quite particular about etiquette, especially in the office of someone like her, in a high position. Generally, no one would knock so urgently and demandingly, so the visitor certainly isn’t an official.
Moreover, she’s heard such knocking more than once before; it’s from the loan sharks!
Sure enough, before Zhang Hong could respond, the door was pushed open by a woman in her thirties, oozing sharpness, with eyes as fierce as a viper, followed by two subordinates entering the office.
The woman smiled charmingly, “Minister Zhang, we meet again.”
Zhang Hong frowned, speaking in a deep voice, “Why have you come?”
The visitor is the creditor who lent high-interest loans to Zhang Hong’s husband earlier, called Sun Jiao, a well-known female entrepreneur in Hai City.
On the surface, she’s engaged in real estate and finance; in reality, she’s a big sister in the underworld, lending high-interest money and collecting debts as a main business.
It was because of this woman that Zhang Hong’s husband got trapped, urged to resign to venture into business, ending up losing everything and owing over a billion in high-interest loans.
In other words, it’s because of this woman that Zhang Hong has lived such a tight and miserable life these years!
She wanted to use her official power against Sun Jiao, but Sun Jiao’s background was too formidable, even if Zhang Hong held the position of City Organization Department Minister, it had no effect, she couldn’t shake this woman.
That’s why Sun Jiao dares to set her sights on Zhang Hong’s husband, scheme against him; it’s because Sun Jiao acts fearlessly, with backing more powerful than Zhang Hong.
Sun Jiao, with a smile like a tiger, said happily, “Look at what you’re saying, Minister Zhang. I just missed you, can’t I come over to see you? I’m serious, after all, you’re my big client. If you get sick and delay in repaying, I’d be heartbroken.”
Zhang Hong slammed the table angrily, “Money, money, money. It’s all about money. I’ve been almost driven to death by you over the years. Do you really want to force me to tear off all pretenses and go to the bitter end with you?”
“That’s not how you should put it. The money was borrowed by your husband, not forced by me with a gun. Debt repayment is rightful; you can’t blame others. Alright, I won’t say much nonsense. Pay this year’s interest quickly, or else, things won’t look good for anyone.”
Sun Jiao’s grin became even more pronounced, but it was a threatening snarl, as she sat across from Zhang Hong, resting her feet cheekily on the desk, pulled out a cigarette, and her subordinate promptly lit it for her.
While smoking, Sun Jiao stared at Zhang Hong fearlessly.
This city’s Organization Department Minister might be an impressive figure to others, but to Sun Jiao, she’s nothing.
Such a character, she can manipulate as she pleases.
Today, Zhang Hong either pays up, or she has other plans. Given Zhang Hong’s pretty face and figure, which are quite presentable, and more so with her position, if she could be forced into becoming a headliner in her club, offering a hundred thousand a night probably would have people fighting over it.