Chapter 2: The Plague of Rats_1

After sending the message, Feng Yi's face turned red.

What he was asking to borrow was indeed not "a little" money.

For ordinary people, being able to borrow fifty or a hundred thousand is quite rare, but the amount he needed to borrow was astronomical to them.

With that thought, Feng Yi let out a long sigh, rubbed his face vigorously, and added a few more lines: "If an advance is possible that would be even better, I can write an IOU and leave a fingerprint. I will sort out the family register in Yang City within three days, if what you say is true, it should not be hard; even if it is hard, I will complete it. Could you advance a portion of that one billion to help me through an emergency?"

He expected to be left hanging, but surprisingly received a reply very quickly—

"I can't advance the inheritance, but I can lend you some money personally, don't worry about IOUs. Just wait."

Feng Yi tried to frame his words, typing: "The amount I need to borrow is not small..."

Before he could finish editing the message, a bank notification arrived informing him that thirty million had been credited to his account. Just enough to pay his debts.

He had written his bank account number on the agreement earlier, so it wasn't strange that the other party knew it.

The other party had checked his information and watched him for over a month. Knowing the amount of his debt, it wasn't strange they hit the exact figure.

But...

A transaction of such a large amount of money so quickly?

No need for any counter operations or anything? Or is there another fast channel?

Taking a deep breath, Feng Yi searched his phone for the nearest ATM to check his account balance.

Indeed, thirty million had been deposited!

It wasn't a fake message!!

Also, did the butler just say, "I will lend you some personally"?

Feng Yi gripped his phone, lost in thought.

Is this what butlers are like?

Lending thirty million as casually as lending three thousand? Wouldn't ordinary people ask a few more questions before lending three thousand? Yet the butler lent it so easily?

At this moment, in Feng Yi's eyes, the profession of a butler seemed to shine with a blinding golden light.

Of course, this also meant that the inheritance left by that great-aunt he had never met might be more than he could fathom.

With mixed feelings, Feng Yi sent the butler a message: "Aren't you afraid I'll just run off with the money?"

Butler: [Smile]

Feng Yi: [Well-behaved]

While his phone showed cute emoticons, Feng Yi also felt a surge of extreme caution in his heart.

The butler wasn't afraid of him running away.

He couldn't escape.

Maybe the newly synthesized zodiac animal they mentioned earlier has a tracking function. Even if it doesn't, a person who can employ such technology is definitely not simple.

Realizing this, Feng Yi exhaled a pent-up breath and headed to the parking lot to drive home.

Overthinking is useless; solve the problems at hand first.

Having scheduled with the involved companies to pay the compensation tomorrow, Feng Yi planned to go home for a good sleep first, to replenish his energy.

He hadn't slept well for a week, and today's events were too shocking, leaving him dizzy and headachy. But the stone that had been pressing on his chest for so long was finally moved aside temporarily, and he felt an unusual sense of relief; even his breathing became smoother.

Upon returning home, he immediately went to sleep.

Even though it was daytime, he slept soundly, only to be woken up by the doorbell.

The visitor wasn't a debt collector but his university classmate who lived in the same building, Wu Ji.

"Are you okay? I called you over a dozen times without an answer, and you didn't reply to my messages. I almost called the police!"

Wu Ji observed Feng Yi. Feng Yi looked groggy from sleep but was in a much better state of mind than a few days before. Even in this state, his good looks far surpassed most people, worthy of being the one Teacher Tony grabbed to shoot a commercial at the school gates as a freshman.

Knowing that Feng Yi was alright, Wu Ji was relieved. They were such close neighbors that Wu Ji didn't stand on ceremony; after entering, he poured himself a glass of water and sat down.

"Did you find the guy who ran off with your studio's money?"

Feng Yi hadn't shared too many details with them, so Wu Ji only knew that Feng Yi's business partner had ripped him off and disappeared with the money, leaving Feng Yi with a significant financial liability. Feng Yi hadn't said how much, but judging from the past few days, it was definitely not a small amount.

"Not yet," Feng Yi replied, "but I've found a solution."

"Wh-what solution?" Wu Ji stuttered.

Now with one foot in the entertainment industry, Wu Ji was worried Feng Yi might take the wrong path; some roads, once taken, are hard to backtrack from.

After thinking for a moment, Feng Yi said, "I found a wealthy relative."

Wu Ji was half skeptical, half believing.

"That's good. How much more do you need? I'll help figure something out too," Wu Ji offered.

Wu Ji had remodeled his own store last month, sinking quite a bit of money into it, and had been extremely busy recently. He was rather tight on funds, but didn't want to see Feng Yi go down the wrong path.

Wu Ji's family had become wealthy from demolition compensation, buying two apartments in the same building with the money — one on the 5th floor and another on the 29th floor. The 5th floor was where his parents lived, the 29th was his own, right below Feng Yi's. He also took a loan to buy a storefront at the entrance of the complex and ran his own business after graduating, becoming a small business owner. Though funds were tight, he could still come up with a few tens of thousands.

"Thanks, but I can handle the money issue myself."

Feng Yi didn't go into detail with them because he knew Wu Ji's situation — if he owed only a few tens of thousands, he could have asked his friends for help, but the debt of over twenty million was not within their capacity to assist with. Besides, the situation was complicated, and he didn't want to drag any unrelated people into it.

Seeing that Feng Yi didn't seem to be pretending to be alright, and was indeed recovering, Wu Ji did not pursue the topic.

"Fine, as long as you can solve it... Oh, by the way, I'll be staying on the 5th floor for the next few days, so if you need to find me, go there," Wu Ji mentioned, "The complex is having a mice infestation recently... you know about the rodent problem affecting the entire neighborhood, right? The homeowners' group chat has been going on about it for days."