Divine Lucky Star
Chapter 642 - 641 "Director... Director Dong Lai?!

Chapter 642: Chapter 641 "Director... Director Dong Lai?!

Wu Dakang was just about to slap his son across the face when Wang Hao quickly stepped in to stop him.

"Brother Wu, don’t be rash, let’s talk this out first," Wang Hao desperately held back Wu Dakang, advising, "Violence won’t solve the problem, but we’re here to help. Just take it easy and tell us slowly."

"Alas, it’s all because of those high-interest loans." Wu Dakang sat in the chair, looking dejected as he said, "It started when my kid went to the University, and his mom and I supported him. Things were pretty good to begin with. I’d make seven or eight thousand a month doing some extra roles, easy. His mom would do some odd jobs, earning about five thousand a month. Plus, this house is ours, so we didn’t really have much financial pressure. But you know this is Midsea, living costs are high, so we’re always a bit strapped for cash."

The group exchanged glances, nodding in mutual understanding.

In Midsea, a monthly income of over ten thousand for a family of three wouldn’t classify as wealthy, but it wasn’t too poor either—it was so-so.

Under normal circumstances, a family like this shouldn’t have any problems. So how did such a huge mess happen?

"Right," Wang Hao asked, "What happened then? How did things get so out of hand?"

"What else? This kid screwed up big time!" Wu Dakang said irritably, "There was this new Apple phone, right? He wanted to show off to his classmates and took out a loan without telling me. Here’s how the loan worked: you borrow ten thousand and you’re supposed to pay it back within a week with no interest. If you don’t pay within the week, the next week you need to pay back twenty thousand. He was too scared to tell me and couldn’t pay it back that week. So the loan company demanded he pay back twenty thousand. Where would he get the money from? Then the company said, fine, if you can’t pay twenty thousand the following week, then after that, you owe forty thousand. If he couldn’t pay back forty thousand, then he would owe eighty thousand after another week."

Hearing this, Wang Hao sharply inhaled in disbelief!

Bloody hell, such a repayment method, once you can’t pay the first week, becomes a bottomless pit!

A double-up in a week!

After a few weeks, it’s not just tens of thousands we’re talking about, it’s hundreds of millions!

Sure enough, everyone present looked at each other incredulously...

Nowadays, university students really do raise concerns about their intelligence. How dare they do something like this? This is just like that incident where they forced a girl to take explicit photos to press debts...

"Man, I don’t mean to insult you," Wang Hao patted Wu Dakang’s son on the shoulder, his voice filled with resignation, "With your smarts, how did you get into university? Don’t you understand there’s no such thing as a free lunch?"

"I... I just wasn’t thinking clearly at the time..." Wu Dakang’s son was so scared he could hardly speak, and started to cry, "I didn’t realize it would blow up like this..."

"Yes," Wang Hao nodded, "If it didn’t blow up, what would the loan sharks live on? The northwest wind? You signed the IOU, didn’t you?"

Wu Dakang’s son nodded, "I signed..."

Well, that settles it.

What’s the saying? You can run from the monk, but not from the temple? Did you really think they just casually lend you money and that’s that?

These people are sharp, fighting them...

"Okay, I got it," Wang Hao nodded, then turned to Wu Dakang, "Brother Wu, when are they coming again?"

Wu Dakang held his head, his voice filled with misery, "Today at two in the afternoon. Please help me, even if it means working for you for a lifetime! If we don’t resolve this, I’ll have to sell the house!"

Two o’clock in the afternoon? Wang Hao looked up at the clock on the wall—it was already one fifty-five...

With only five minutes left before the debt collectors arrived, Wang Hao quickly said, "Zhao, you guys go inside. I’ll check out what these guys are like first. We’ll play it by ear."

"Got it!" Zhao Zhenhao and the others cheerfully entered the house.

With Wang Hao and Wang Mengfei there, they had nothing to fear unless the other side brought a squad of criminal police. A few punks would pose no problem.

And so they waited.

Soon, a thunderous knocking sound erupted from the door, and a boisterous voice outside shouted, "Old man, open the door! If you don’t, I’ll tear down your door!"

"Coming, coming," Wu Dakang rushed to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, more than a dozen people burst in like a flood!

The one in the lead had a crew cut, a muscular frame, a gold chain around his neck, and a chiseled face, radiating a fierce presence!

While it seemed typical for a debt collector to look imposing, Wang Hao was completely flustered upon seeing him!

Good grief, talk about luck today, damn!

"Director... Director Dong Lai?!" Wang Hao stared dumbfounded as the group strutted around, who would have thought the debt collector would turn out to be Director Dong Lai himself?!

Director Dong Lai from "In the Name of the People" in his last life was at loggerheads with Secretary Dakang!

Then "Director Dong Lai" walked around the room twice before saying, "Old man, you owe us six hundred and forty thousand now. When are you gonna pay it back?! If you don’t pay this week, next week it’ll be one million two hundred and eighty thousand!"

"I don’t have the money..." Wu Dakang kept backing up, "Can you give me some time to think of a way?"

"A way?" The veins on "Director Dong Lai’s" face started to throb as he shouted angrily, "What way do you think you can come up with? Let me tell you, you have only one option now!"

As he spoke, his entire face contorted, his lips shaking violently as he suddenly erupted into a ground-shaking howl—

"Pay back the money——!!!!"

With this bellow coming out, not only was Wang Hao startled, but Zhao Zhenhao and others inside the house were nearly scared to faint!

That shout was comparable to a plane taking off, at least 120 decibels—the dust on the walls fluttered down, and even the glass cups on the table trembled!

Wang Hao’s eyes practically shone listening to it!

This is exactly what we needed!

"It’s you!" Wang Hao stepped forward and grabbed "Director Dong Lai’s" arm, shouting loudly, "Brothers, come out quick, we found him, hahahaha! This trip really wasn’t in vain!"

Boom!

Ren Xing, Wang Mengfei, Zhao Zhenhao, and several others immediately rushed out of the house, surrounding those dozen or so thugs...

Well, five people surrounding ten—it can work...

"What are you trying to do?!" "Director Dong Lai" was clearly nervous, and then he barked angrily, "You’ve found someone to pick on, is that it?"

"Brother Fei," Wang Hao signaled Wang Mengfei with a glance, "Look at this..."

With Wang Hao’s approval, Wang Mengfei kicked out a few blows, "bang bang bang", sending five thugs flying. Those thugs were plastered against the wall, sliding down to the ground like pieces of paper...

No one dared to speak anymore.

"I—I—I—I’m warning you," "Director Dong Lai" said anxiously, "if you dare touch me, my big brother won’t let you off!"

"Ah, don’t be in such a hurry, come, sit down," Wang Hao said with a cheery smile as he pulled him to sit, and asked, "I don’t know how your big brother is addressed?"

"I’m called Ding Donglai," true enough, it was Director Dong Lai! His name was even Ding Donglai! You could hear Ding Donglai nervously say, "What are you doing? Can’t we talk this out nicely? Look, I’m just a small fry under Brother Dao; even if you beat me up, it’s no use... I don’t call the shots..."

Honestly, no matter how you put it, he was someone who was used to living on the edge, and it was absolutely impossible for ordinary people to intimidate him. But Brother Fei’s kicks did have an impressive impact; the thugs who were kicked are still lying on the ground, unable to get up...

"Ah, it’s nothing much, just thinking of casting you in a movie," Wang Hao asked with a smile, "How much do you earn a month working for Brother Dao?"

"Just six or seven thousand," Ding Donglai scratched his head awkwardly, "I can’t compare to you guys..."

"Oh, that little, huh," Wang Hao stroked his chin and made a direct offer, "How about thirty thousand a month to shoot a movie with us?"

"Wha-wha-what?!" Hearing this number, Ding Donglai was utterly astounded!

Thirty thousand a month?!

He’d been risking his life collecting debts for his boss and only made six or seven thousand a month, and this guy’s offering thirty thousand a month from the get-go?!

"Thirty thousand a month?!" Ding Donglai’s eyes nearly popped out, "If I agree, does that mean I’ll be making thirty thousand a month? And then could I win the heart of a fair maiden, become a CEO, and reach the pinnacle of life?!"

Didn’t expect this guy to be such a jester...

"Yes, that’s the deal," Wang Hao looked at him with a smile, "What do you say? Do you agree?"

"I would like to agree," Ding Donglai scratched his head again, fidgeting, "But I don’t know how to act, I’ve never learned... I’m not professional... If I mess it up, it would be so embarrassing—what role do you want me to play? Do you think I can really do it?"

This was indeed a problem.

Speaking of which, Wu Dakang and Ding Donglai looked exactly the same as those two characters from "In the Name of the People" in my previous life, but clearly, in this world, their life paths were different.

So, here’s the question—since their life paths are different, can they still act? Wu Dakang is easier to manage since he’s already a bit player, but what about Ding Donglai?

"Well, for your part..." Wang Hao stroked his chin, then suddenly lit up, "Come, stand over here for now."

Ding Donglai hurriedly took his position.

Wang Hao started his spiel: "These guys in front of you right now, they’re part of a rebel army organization in Africa..."

"Oh, a rebel army..." Ding Donglai was clearly hesitant, "I don’t really get it..."

"No problem," Wang Hao started to gently persuade him, "All you need to know is, these rebels bought a lot, a lot of arms from you... Think about it, how much money is that?"

"Arms!" Ding Donglai’s interest was piqued at once, "Must be hundreds of millions at least?!"

"Yeah!" Wang Hao continued, "So think about it, all that money—wouldn’t you be anxious?"

Ding Donglai nodded firmly, "Anxious!"

Wang Hao: "But now they’re saying they won’t pay you back! And you can command your men to launch missiles now, what do you do?"

"What else can I do?!" Ding Donglai’s whole expression twisted, veins bulging as he bellowed, "Fire——!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"