Repaying Debts

Back at the apartment.

Yang Jian took a shower and changed his clothes, finally getting rid of the lingering faint stench of corpses on his body.

After staying in Huanggang Village for several days, he felt the stench of death emanating from him growing stronger. This change wasn't just physical; it was psychological as well. He felt almost no fear of corpses, death, or blood anymore.

It's as if they were born to adapt.

Besides these, the psychological changes are the most terrifying.

It was as if Yang Jian was slowly assimilating with the vengeful ghost inside his body.

When he came out of the bathroom.

Sitting in front of the computer, Jiang Yan looked at him with an expression as if her parents had just died. "I'm panicking right now, I feel like we're going to go bankrupt."

Yang Jian asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yan said, "Do you remember when you asked me to trade gold last time?"

"I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it. I made a deal this time and earned some money. I was thinking of handing it over to you to manage for me," Yang Jian. "Just like last time, trading gold."

It's best not to.

Jiang Yan hurriedly stopped her, saying, "You can't speculate on gold anymore. Gold trading, both domestically and internationally, is completely regulated. Now you can buy but not sell. The money I made with you last time, a total of more than three million yuan, is all stuck in there, and now I can't get it out at all."

"Where did you get so much money?" Yang Jian asked.

Jiang Yan said somewhat embarrassedly, "It was a loan, I borrowed a little."

"I'm relieved to hear that," Yang Jian.

What are you worried about?

"Having learned from your experience, I've decided to stop speculating in gold. It seems that various countries have begun to regulate their financial markets, and the situation is becoming increasingly serious. The best way to manage my money now is to convert it into physical goods, otherwise I'm afraid it will depreciate severely in the future—100,000 yuan for a single steamed bun." Yang Jian pondered for a moment.

This simple and crude way of making money through stock trading is no longer effective.

If even I could notice this, those in the financial world must have already heard about it.

With the strong intervention of various countries, speculating in gold now is probably just throwing money down the drain.

Although he didn't understand finance, he had heard Jiang Yan explain some things about it some time ago.

"Oh, after hearing what you said, I feel like I can't go on living, I'll be eating dirt, how am I going to pay off the interest? I feel like I'll have to sell the house to pay off the debt."

Jiang Yan was on the verge of tears. She lay back down on the bed, hugging her pillow and rolling around.

"Seeing you like this, I don't know why, makes me a little happy," Yang Jian said with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Did you receive the news beforehand? Why did you know to withdraw all the funds that day?" Jiang Yan suddenly sat up, looking at him suspiciously.

Yang Jian, "This situation is hard to explain to you. Sometimes, when people are unlucky, they can even fall and die while walking. Just accept your fate; you'll never get rich in this lifetime."

"No, no, this is money I earned through hard work, and I'm already drowning in debt. How am I supposed to live?" Jiang Yan scratched her head, at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, she remembered something and started asking Yang Jian, "By the way, how much money did you make this time?"

"That's a little over ten thousand," Yang Jian.

"I don't believe it. If you're so capable, you even made all of Manager Li's savings for his wife. How could you only earn a little over ten thousand after working so hard for a week? You must be lying to me."

Jiang Yan said, "Tell me about it. I'm your accountant, after all. How can I manage your assets if I don't know your cash situation?"

Yang Jian thought for a moment, "Just a little over ten thousand."

How much more?

"Not much, 550 million," Yang Jian.

"What?"

Jiang Yan jumped out of bed in shock, her eyes wide and mouth agape as if she'd seen a ghost. "Five, five hundred million? What have you been doing these past few days? Did you rob a bank?"

"Robbery can't earn as much as I can. Besides, how many bank vaults would you have to rob to raise 500 million? And it's illegal. You could easily end up in jail. I'm going to be the boss of Dachang City in the future. How could I possibly do something so criminal?" Yang Jian.

"You're right, robbing doesn't earn as much as you do." Jiang Yan couldn't help but swallow, her eyes practically sparkling.

Previously, Yang Jian's net worth was only around 20 million, which was at most considered moderately wealthy, but now it's over 500 million, making him a tycoon.

Wow, what a tycoon!

Not only did he manage to latch onto a powerful figure, but he also secured a very valuable one.

I've made it big in this lifetime.

"You have so much money now, could you lend me some? I need your help urgently, I'm starving to death."

Jiang Yan leaned closer, took his arm, and deliberately pressed her mature figure against him, speaking in a coquettish and seductive tone.

Yang Jian, "These days, people borrow money from their parents, friends, or banks, but who would borrow money from their boss? Besides, I'll pay you your salary next month at the highest market rate. Don't worry, you won't starve."

"Don't do this. I'll pay you back once I get the money from the stock market. Besides, if I can't pay back the debt, I'll take the house back, and you'll have nowhere to live then," Jiang Yan pleaded desperately.

"Your words have reminded me. I was just planning to buy a house a little further out of the city today, and I won't be living here in a couple of days," Yang Jian.

"No, no, can't I just pretend I misspoke? How about this, five million, no, ten million, give me ten million, and I, I'll..." Jiang Yan's eyes darted around, and she suddenly made up her mind.

Yang Jian asked, "What about you?"

"I'll mortgage myself to you, and from now on I'll be yours, working for you." Even Jiang Yan, who is usually quite thick-skinned, blushed at this point.

Working is just a pretense; being kept by a sugar daddy is the real purpose.

"You wish! You're too old to get married, so you're looking for a long-term meal ticket? I think I'll have to quit in ten years at most, because you'll be too old and your work efficiency won't be what it used to be." Yang Jian refused outright.

Jiang Yan nearly coughed up blood upon hearing this.

I'm young and beautiful, how could I not get married?

I treated you like a man, but you treated me like a servant. Are you blind? You don't even want beautiful women?

If I hadn't taken a liking to you, I'd consider fifty million, let alone ten million.

"You can't just watch me die, can you? The debt collectors will definitely come knocking, and I won't live anymore!" Jiang Yan felt like she was about to collapse.

I only went to the class reunion a few days later to show off.

If other people find out that I'm being chased for debts, I'll never be able to hold my head up in public again.

Moreover, even though she was prepared to sell herself to pay off her debts, Yang Jian still looked down on her, complaining that she was too old.

Although the age gap is quite large, it's not my fault; it's just that Yang Jian is too young.

"Even if you don't want to live anymore, you still have to do your job," Yang Jian. "You can die after you've finished this matter for me."

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Jiang Yan stared at him strangely.

She was starting to doubt whether Yang Jian had any humanity left. She was in such a miserable state, and he, with all his money, wouldn't even help her?

"What else do you want me to do?" she asked weakly.

Yang Jian, "I'm going to give you 400 million yuan in cash to manage. You must convert all of this money into gold as soon as possible—not stocks, but physical gold."

"Why are you buying so much gold? You can't eat it, can you?" Jiang Yan asked in surprise.

"With your intelligence, there are some things I really don't want to explain to you. Just do it, it won't cost you a penny. If you can get this done for me, I might consider giving you a bonus," Yang Jian.

I heard there was a bonus.

Jiang Yan, now penniless and trapped in the stock market, immediately rushed to him and asked, "How much bonus are you going to give me?"

"How about five million?" Yang Jian thought for a moment and said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan excitedly hugged his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "That's great! I knew you wouldn't leave me to die. Love you, you're so cute!"

"It's conditional."

Yang Jian wiped the drool off his face.

"I can agree to any conditions," Jiang Yan said confidently.

"I'm a reasonable person. I won't make you do charity work. If you do this well, I can give you a five million bonus. But you're not allowed to embezzle a single penny when buying the gold. You must try your best to buy it at a lower price. Don't do anything reckless. If I find out you've done something reckless, you know the consequences."

Yang Jian gently touched her slender neck with his palm, his eyes filled with a strange and indifferent look.

Jiang Yan's body trembled.

A hint of fear involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

Although she usually got along well with Yang Jian, she still held him in deep awe.

This is a man you both love and fear.

But it is precisely because of this that he exudes a unique charm that he himself is unaware of.

This is a kind of charm that men in modern cities lack, and it is also what fascinates women the most: strength.

Daring to rescue people in a haunted shopping mall, he uses his wit and skills to imprison a vengeful ghost that inspires despair.

He dared to draw his gun on Zhao Kaiming, who had come looking for trouble.

They dare to entrust hundreds of millions of dollars to a junior accountant.

None of these things are things an ordinary man could do. Even Boss Tang of the shopping mall, and Manager Li, who could be fired at will, are just like caterpillars walking in front of him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely do it. I have classmates who work in banks, and some clients who own gold shops. I have some resources and channels. As long as the funds are sufficient, I guarantee that I can convert all 400 million of your money into gold in the shortest possible time." Jiang Yan said earnestly, her whole body tense.

"Very good, there are over 500 million in this card. You can transfer 400 million yourself, and the remaining 50 million can be transferred to a bank account belonging to Yan Li." Yang Jian touched her neck, but felt a cold sweat break out.

He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. After all, I'm not an evil spirit, I won't do anything to you."

"I'm not nervous. I'm just curious why they would give Yan Li only 50 million?" Jiang Yan asked.

"We owe him," Yang Jian.

He was still a man of his word. He had no choice but to use the fake makeup box to deceive Yan Li, because he needed to survive.

Since it was agreed beforehand that the money from the sale of the headless ghost would be split equally, now that we have the money, we can't go back on our word.

"Alright, that's all for now. Keep yourself busy these next few days. That's enough for today, it's too late. Go take a shower," Yang Jian.

Jiang Yan blushed, said "Oh," and obediently went to take a shower.

Oh.

She has no memory at all; she's still so easy to fool.

Yang Jian looked at the large, soft bed and a victorious smile appeared on his face.

Sleep.

While she was taking a shower, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.