Outside the door, Brother Zhong was standing impatiently, smoking a cigarette.

The one knocking on the door was his Red Dog, with red hair, a bumpy face, and full of murderous aura. Ordinary people were timid when they saw the appearance of the Red Dog without saying a word. This is also why Brother Zhong likes to take him with him all the time. With the Red Dog, many things can be solved easily as long as the Red Dog is in a fierce way.

Since he was engaged in the lending industry, Brother Zhong has rarely had any accounts that he could not collect. But the family in front of him is a stain on his career and a nail household.

It’s also a big blame for Brother Zhong’s eyesight. When he was lending, the other party worked in Mingsha Company. He had an absolute iron rice bowl in Shacheng and was also the largest coal mining company in Shacheng. Who knew that this was the case for the unlucky person. The other party borrowed money to calm the matter, but he didn’t expect that the money would be spent. The matter was not settled, and he was even dismantled. This amount of money was almost wasted.

Thinking of the bold words made by the new brother, Brother Zhong was just annoyed. Who is fucking enough to get into old accounts?

The violent knocks in the early morning made the neighbors stand at the door and window and look around.

"Isn't this a bell of a devastation?"

"No, this disaster is coming again."

"Yes, he broke his leg last year by Old Man Sun."

"What's this? Just last month, the little daughter of the Huang family was dragged to a nightclub..."

"The Mourning Sect Bell is really a beast. Such a person cannot die well."

The discussions of neighbors came to Brother Zhong from time to time, making him feel like he was going wild.

The red dog was slapped at the door, tall and big, but he had a good ability to see the face and make a difference. Seeing the urge to chop people on Brother Zhong’s face, he stood on the street and shouted, “What are you looking at? What’s the good looking thing? Have you never seen Brother Zhong collect the bill? If you don’t get out, you’re welcome. My red dog’s fist doesn’t recognize anyone.”

Honggou is about thirty years old. Although he has not been able to become a star warrior, his long-term exercise has made him muscled and his strength far exceeds that of ordinary people. It is no problem to deal with more than ten people by himself. Now, he is standing in the alley like this, coupled with his red hair, no one dares to speak for a while, and they all retreat.

With a creaking sound, Zhang Jianyang opened the door and walked out carelessly, without saying a word, leaning against the door.

Seeing someone coming out, Honggou shouted before he could see clearly: "Old woman, if you don't pay back the money today, I will demolish your broken house."

Zhang Jianyang took out the cigarette from his pocket, took out the last one, held it in his mouth, kneaded the cigarette box into a ball and threw it away, lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath, and said in a faint voice: "Whose house should be demolished?"

Honggou was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was not the old woman, but a man who was slightly younger than him. He didn't figure out how Zhang Jianyang appeared for a while, and subconsciously looked at Brother Zhong, wanting to see what Brother Zhong had to instruct. Even Honggou was surprised when this action was as if the man leaning against the door in front of him casually gave him a subconscious mind to escape.

Brother Zhong is worthy of being Brother Zhong. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Jianyang and said, "Who are you?"

Zhang Jianyang smiled and blew up the ashes, "You came to my house early in the morning to shout and kill, but you didn't know who I am?"

Brother Zhong looked around and finally confirmed that he had not found the wrong door. He immediately said annoyedly: "I don't care who you are, call the old lady out immediately. I won't pay the money today, so don't blame me for being rude." In his eyes, Zhang Jianyang is strong and good, but it is far from comparable to Red Dog. With his eyes, he can confirm that Zhang Jianyang cannot be a star warrior at first sight.

Star Warriors have a kind of aura. What is the most important thing about being in this world is vision.

"How much money do you owe in total?"

"Not much, the profit is rising in five years, only one and two million. I will calculate an integer for you, one million."

Zhang Jianyang nodded and said, "One million is not much. Give some time and I will definitely pay you back then."

At this time, the red dog said next to him: "No, if you can't afford the money today, it will be razed here."

With a "bang", Zhang Jianyang suddenly appeared in front of Hong Dog, slapped the Hong Dog several meters away, and sneered, "This slap was something you disrespectful to my mother just now. Next time, I will knock off all your dog's teeth." Although he had lost his astring power, his current physique was not comparable to that of Hong Dog.

Brother Zhong's movements were stunned when he held the cigarette in his mouth, and he slapped the red dog several meters away with a slap. It was almost as powerful as a one-star warrior.

The red dog's face was numb, and he had a few teeth in the mouthful of blood he spit out.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

The red dog, who had never suffered such shame, suddenly ran away. His muscles protruded and rushed towards Zhang Jianyang ferociously. His red dog's name was not just a red hair, but a fight, like a mad dog. The craziest time in the past, he bit off the throat of a one-star warrior, thus becoming famous in one fell swoop, and was called the red dog.

Zhang Jian stood calmly and waited until the red dog rushed to the front, lifted his foot and kicked it out.

The red dog came and went faster. He was kicked away and hit the wall of the alley. When it rolled down, it rolled like shrimps and screamed miserably.

Brother Zhong's cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground with a "slap". The red dog he had high hopes for was ruined by someone. Damn, even when facing a one-star warrior, is it so vulnerable?

Zhang Jianyang walked over with a smile and said, "You seem to have called the old lady just now, right?"

Brother Zhong nodded subconsciously. Zhang Jianyang's slap had arrived. He slapped Brother Zhong's mouth hard, and then squatted in front of Brother Zhong who fell to the ground, and said in a deep voice: "I will find a way to pay back your money. Now, get out of here immediately. If you dare to disturb my parents' life, it will not be a slap incident."

Ignoring Brother Zhong and Honggou, Zhang Jianyang entered the yard as if nothing had happened and closed the door.

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The old man was a little anxious in the yard. When he saw Zhang Jianyang coming in, he hurriedly asked, "Jianyang, is it okay?"

Zhang Jianyang gave the old man a relaxed smile, waved his hand and said, "What can I do? Mom, I will handle everything. They will not dare to come again in the future. I will repay the money they owe at that time."

When Zhang's mother saw her son come back, she didn't think much about it. Of course, she believed what her son said.

Just as the surface was finished, the gate of the courtyard was opened again. An old man in gray clothes walked in. He opened the door and smelled the fragrance of the noodles. He scolded: "I said you didn't know how to save money. I've said it a long time ago, I don't have to eat breakfast." His hair, which had already been completely white, was tiredly holding the door frame with his hands, supporting his thin body.

In five years, his father has changed. He used to have only a few white hair, but now he is completely white. His wrinkled face is full of vicissitudes left by the years.

Zhang Jianyang stood up, looked at his father walking in, and shouted with tears in his mouth: "Dad!"

My father was shocked and his thin body became stiff. When he saw Zhang Jianyang's true feelings, tears flowed over him. He took a few steps forward to hold Zhang Jianyang's hand: "Jianyang, are you Jianyang?"

"Yeah!" Zhang Jianyang nodded heavily. He felt his nose sore and wanted to cry out loud. He said in a hoarse voice: "Dad, it's me, your unfilial son is back."

The scene in front of her made Zhang's mother constantly wipe her tears, but she cried with joy. There was something even happier to see the family reunited again. She said: "You two are chatting, I'll go buy some food to celebrate Jianyang's safe return."

(Hungry for collection and recommendation tickets, give me some strength, friends!!!)
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