Today he hadn't drunk much yet when suddenly he heard a loud banging on the door outside.
Zhang Liang's heart was in his throat. He had only moved here not long ago and, being at his wit's end, had no friends who would casually drop by anymore. Nobody should have known he was here, so the person knocking could only be there for one reason—debt collection.
Zhang Liang really wasn't in the mood to respond. He felt a headache coming on and didn't know what methods the other party would use against him this time. Their only aim was to get money, but he was broke now, to the point where even eating had become a problem.
"Zhang Liang, stop playing dumb. I know you're home. I'm going to count to three, and if you haven't opened the door by then, I'll break in. You think a flimsy door can stop us?"
"If you open the door nicely now, we can still talk things through. If you wait for us to break in, you're not going to like what happens next."