The middle-aged man looked astonished and furious. "I didn't! You... who are you? Breaking into someone's home is against the law!"
Smack! A slap landed on his face. Zuo Xiaoduo snarled, "Would I have broken into your home if you'd paid up? Hand over the money! With compound interest, you now owe three million Star Origin Coins! If you can't pay today, I'll take your whole family's lives to settle the debt!"
"What three million? I don't know a damn thing about it! You've got the wrong man!" Director Sun was angry, furious, and frightened, struggling to defend himself.
Beside him, his wife looked deeply suspicious and thoughtful, while his son stood frozen like a wooden chicken, at a complete loss.
"You don't have to pay. Just answer one question, and I'll let you off if you tell the truth."
Zuo Xiaoduo leaned close to Director Sun's face and asked quietly, word by word, "Those slogans outside... who told you to do that? What did you get out of it?"
Ten minutes later.
Zuo Xiaoduo walked out of Director Sun's home.
His face was filled with anger, his heart brimming with indignation.
It was simple. More than a decade ago, someone had approached Director Sun and told him to paint those slogans every year-at least fifty a year!
In return, he would receive ten thousand Star Origin Coins a year.
Ten thousand Star Origin Coins for painting just fifty slogans. The money could hardly have come any easier.
Director Sun had agreed without giving it any thought at all.
He had been painting them for thirteen years straight!
"Do you know why you were painting them?"
"Yes. To disgust that Old Lady."
"Who is that Old Lady?"
"The wife of Vice Principal Shi of Hidden Dragon High Martial."
"Vice