Zhou Qiang placed a big gamble.
So large that even if the whole family paid, they couldn't cover it.
When Zhou Chongwen was called by the debt collectors, he was still in a fog of confusion.
"Are you Zhou Qiang's son?"
The person in front of him had a face full of menace, clearly not someone to be trifled with.
Zhou Chongwen instinctively shook his head, "You've got the wrong person, I don't know him."
"Stop playing dumb, Zhou Qiang owes us five hundred thousand, and now he's skipped town. A father's debt is repaid by his son, you've been to school, you know what that means, right?"
The other party was evidently not an ordinary street thug.
Before coming, they had already investigated Zhou Qiang thoroughly.
Zhou Chongwen, in both his lifetimes, had never dealt with the mob and felt disaster was imminent.
"I... don't have money..."
His voice trembled, and cold sweat couldn't stop pouring out, soon soaking his hair.
"No money?"