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Chapter 503 Debt Collection (1)

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    The night in Shenzhen is the intersection of red, orange, yellow and green, and the neon lights outshine the stars.

    Pei Yiming was walking in the night market wearing a peaked cap. He walked through the crowd with his head slightly lowered, passing men and women.

    Many people who work in this city have more than one job.  They go in and out of the office building during the day and do all kinds of decent jobs. At night, they may bring musical instruments, crafts and even stomachs, and they race against time to collect gold coins, just to be able to stay in this city.

    They are people with multiple identities, and Bei Yiming thinks he is too.  It's just that his multiple identities are "unemployed vagrant" + "released prisoner", which is hopeless and shady.

    Bei Yiming stopped in his tracks and stopped at the door of a porridge casserole shop.  The business of the casserole porridge shop is very good, and the endless stream of people and the sound of the owner's waiting room are the thick smoke and fire in the world.  The boss saw Bei Yiming and warmly greeted Bei Yiming to enter the shop, but he was rejected.

    Because Bei Yiming didn't come to eat, he chose to sit on the fence by the side of the road, and gave a smile to the porridge shop owner who was staring at him after being rejected.  The boss turned around vigilantly, whispered a few words to the people in the store, and then got busy again.

    When the waiters in the store were busy serving casserole to invite customers, they always looked at him intentionally or unintentionally. Bei Yiming didn't like that kind of gaze, and he didn't know how long it would take him to get rid of that gaze.  He wanted to avoid his eyes, but he had to look at the door, because he had an appointment with someone here - he hadn't seen him for a few years, and if he didn't pay close attention, he might miss it.

    Ten minutes later, a Volkswagen stopped abruptly on the side of the road, and an old man ran out of the car.

    Bei Yiming called to Tong Xin, who was going to rush to the casserole porridge shop, and said, "Hey, here it is!"

    Hearing a familiar voice, Tong Xin turned around stiffly, walked towards Bei Yiming with unsteady steps, and looked unnatural.

    "Youyou came out?"

    In recent years, Tong Xin has never visited Bei Yiming. He used to be Bei Yiming's closest working partner, but the two people's life trajectories apparently diverged five years ago.  Tong Xin never thought that Bei Yiming would come to him again, he thought that his life would never intersect with Bei Yiming again.  Although without Bei Yiming's support in the past, he would not live the life he is now.

    In the past, in the workplace, Tong Xin always called Bei Yiming the boss, but in fact he was older than Bei Yiming.  Tong Xin felt that he shouldn't call him the boss now, but he was still a little uncomfortable with this change of words, and his expression was even more reserved.  He was so embarrassed that he couldn't help explaining:

    "These years, I have been too busy with work, so I haven't visited you, don't mind. What do you want from me? Tell me, as long as I can help, I will"

    "Repay the money."

    Bei Yiming suddenly interrupted Tong Xin. Seeing that Tong Xin was full of doubts, even in a daze, he added: "That year you bought a house, and I gave you 50,000 yuan.  You were not asked to write an IOU."

    Tong Xin opened his mouth wide, his face was extra bright red under the neon lights, and he replied in an exaggerated tone: "Yes, yes, myhow did I forget this! I'm sorry, don't worry,  I will definitely return the money to you!"

    "Well," Bei Yiming said, "give it to me now."

    Tong Xin looked distressed, he turned his head to look at the casserole porridge shop and said: "We used to come to this porridge shop for supper after working overtime, and I haven't been here for a long time. Let's eat something and talk slowly, I treat you!"  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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