Yang Chen: "No, I'm going to play on the second floor. Let's open it together later. What do you two say, dare to burn the boats and gamble one last time?"
Middle-aged man: "I advise you two to think it over, he's just a ride-hailing driver, and it's his first time here. You trust him, but trusting Lin Jing would make more sense. At least she can pick out stones with a hint of jade in them."
"Haha..." The crowd burst into laughter.
Zhou Wenqi looked at her husband, waiting for him to make a decision.
After much hesitation, Wang Zheng gritted his teeth and said: "Alright! Buddy, I trust you! Go ahead, lend us another 500,000. Round it out, and worst-case scenario, we'll work for you the rest of our lives."
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, asked someone to bring paper and pen, and let Wang Zheng write the IOU in their format, sign it, and leave a fingerprint.
