The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1637: Chapter 660: Fear (2)

Seeing Cui Juncai’s utterly blank look, clearly the look of someone who’s not great at math, Sura had no choice but to explain in plain language:

”Simply put, once you sign the agreement, the principal can be paid back later, but you must pay the interest in full every month. It comes out to about 2.5 million Korean Won per month.”

”Two and a half million Korean Won?!”

Cui Juncai almost jumped up.

If amounts in the ”hundreds of millions” of Korean Won were big numbers he could blow through without any psychological burden—after all, he didn’t have any concrete concept of them—then 2.5 million Korean Won was a number he understood very clearly.

That was what Cui Min’er’s mother had to earn by leaving before dawn every day to set up her stall, working straight through until after midnight, without a single day off—about three months of income.

That was also how much he would need nearly two months to save up even after being promoted to deputy workshop chief (director), and that was assuming he didn’t eat or drink at all.

If he had to pay that much every month, how was that any different from taking his life?

Cui Min’er’s mother’s face turned pale too, because Cui Juncai’s burden was basically her burden.

”Th-that’s impossible... How could I possibly pay that much in a month? And that’s just the interest...”

”If you can pay off the principal in advance, naturally there will be no more interest.”

Faced with Sura’s gentle reminder, Cui Juncai suddenly had no words.

Coming up with six hundred million all at once was already impossible for him, but two million Korean Won a month... if he really tried, it seemed just barely within the realm of possibility...

”I have to remind you, our boss Mr. Zhou has already shown his mercy—at the very least he’s giving you a chance to pay it back slowly. But once you try to default, that will automatically constitute a breach of contract. At that point Mr. Zhou will take any and all necessary measures to recover this debt...”

Sura spoke with a stern expression, but by now nothing was getting through to Cui Juncai.

His face kept shrinking back and twisting ferociously by turns, as if weighing whether to make a huge scene. After all, since this ”Mr. Zhou” was fond of his daughter, surely he wouldn’t completely ignore her feelings, right?

He was Min’er’s father, after all...

Even Young Master Yu Bin back then would occasionally smile at him, and had even invited him to play golf once!

Just as Cui Juncai’s expression hardened, like he’d finally summoned the courage to flip the table, the door of Cui Min’er’s home was suddenly pulled open. Led by a dashing female bodyguard, a group of people appeared at the door.

What made Cui Juncai instinctively flinch was that behind the female bodyguard, there were actually uniformed police officers!

”Mr. Zhou, this is Director Zheng from the Jiulong Village police station. He’d like to meet you.”

Zhai Peining, whose face showed little expression, pointed with her lowered eyelids at a man behind her, neatly dressed in his police uniform, his face piled with smiles.

Seeing Qu Peining avoid his eyes, Zhou Wang was somewhat displeased. Although Qu Peining had already agreed to become his bodyguard, Zhou Wang had been so busy lately that he hadn’t had time for any private heart-to-heart with her, which made their relationship even more distant than before...

Looks like he needed to find some time to properly teach her what the rules were.

Grumbling inwardly, Zhou Wang’s face remained calm as ever. He nodded slightly and said, ”Director Zheng, come in.”

”Yes!”

Director Zheng responded, hurriedly took off his shoes, and walked in quickly. At the same time he introduced the other man following closely behind him, ”Respected Chairman Zhou, this is Jiulong Village’s Gold Cave Chief. He also wants to meet you in person...”

Wearing a face full of respectful smiles, Director Zheng spoke while watching Zhou Wang’s expression. Seeing no displeasure, he waved for the man behind him to come in.

”Chairman Zhou, I’m the cave chief of Jiulong Village. My name is Jin Minxiu...”

As the two of them bowed to him at a full 90 degrees and greeted him, Zhou Wang couldn’t help griping in his heart again.

Another one surnamed Kim?

On this trip to Korea, it felt like the surname he’d run into most was Kim... But that was normal. In Korea where there are only a dozen or so common surnames, ”Kim” is the biggest one, followed by ”Lee,” ”Park,” ”Choi,” ”Jung,” and the like.

While Zhou Wang restrained himself and nodded to the two of them, on the side, the hearts of Cui Juncai and the others were already raging like a stormy sea.

Whether it was ”Director Zheng,” the equivalent of a district chief, or ”Gold Cave Chief,” the equivalent of a subdistrict office director, in their eyes both were lofty figures beyond their reach.

Cui Juncai clearly remembered that the richest household in Jiulong Village—the one no one dared provoke—behaved no differently from a tail-wagging dog in front of Director Zheng...

Once when he was drunk and stumbled into the wrong private room, he saw that Jiulong Village tycoon on his knees, carefully polishing Director Zheng’s leather shoes.

At the time, cold sweat had nearly poured off Cui Juncai, because the casino boss Cheng Fengxian, who terrified him to his core, was merely a lackey of that tycoon.

Fortunately he’d kept his head down and backed out in time, then rushed home. No one in the room had recognized him. Even so, Cui Juncai had lived in terror for a long time before he gradually forgot the incident.

Yet now, those two big shots he usually didn’t dare look in the eye were being this obsequious in front of Zhou Wang. That stark contrast left Cui Juncai dumbstruck. Once he came to, he quickly lowered his head again, not daring to look.

But inside he couldn’t calm down.

Didn’t Cui Min’er say this Zhou Wang was just a Huaxia person?

How could he have such powerful influence in our Korea, so that even the director and cave chief have to curry favor with him...

While cold sweat streamed down Cui Juncai’s back, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, the straight-faced Director Zheng had already stated his purpose in coming.

”Chairman Zhou, after receiving your and Miss Cui’s report, we took it extremely seriously and immediately mobilized all Strength to clarify the facts... Bring him up for Chairman Zhou and Miss Cui to identify!”

At Director Zheng’s order, two officers promptly dragged a man to the doorway... To avoid dirtying the carpet, they didn’t bring him inside, but from this distance you could already see clearly.

When he saw who that battered figure was, Cui Juncai sucked in another cold breath.

It was Cheng Fengxian, his nose bruised and face swollen, his body smeared with blood everywhere!

But the Cheng Fengxian who usually ordered him around and strode sideways across Jiulong Village now looked half-dead. Though still conscious, his face was filled with panic and terror, like a dying dog.

”He put up strong resistance during arrest, and took a bad fall, that’s how he ended up looking like this... Miss Cui, please take a look. Is it him?”

Director Zheng lightly coughed out a line of explanation, then turned to Cui Min’er with a wide, ingratiating smile.

Cui Min’er hurriedly replied, ”Uh, yes, that’s him. He runs the casino in Jiulong Village and swindled our family out of our money...”

”Then there’s no problem.”

Director Zheng waved, signaling his men to drag the man away again, then quickly stepped up to Zhou Wang and handed over a bank card with both hands. ”This is the illicit money recovered from Cheng Fengxian. Now it’s being returned to its rightful owner. Chairman Zhou, you can have someone verify whether the amount is correct.”

”Thanks for the trouble, Director Zheng.”

Zhou Wang casually took the bank card, then passed it to Sura beside him.

Having witnessed everything with his own eyes, Cui Juncai opened his mouth. He didn’t know exactly what had happened, but he realized that this card very likely contained the several hundred million Korean Won he’d lost.

But if the money had already been recovered, then why did he still have to write an IOU?

Cui Juncai wanted to ask, but in the end he shrank back again. The urge to cause a huge scene evaporated.

At that moment, the look he gave Zhou Wang contained nothing but pure cowardice... It was a fear he’d never even felt facing Park Yubin.