The bald man named General Manager Meng frowned. 'Damn it,' he thought, 'a spoiler with real backing has arrived.'

Whether he kept bidding or walked away, he wasn't going to get the trademark today.

He turned his head to glance at Xiao Mao, who immediately understood and sneered at Chen Cheng, 'Six million? Don't you fear the wind might cut your tongue?'

General Manager Meng chimed in, 'Old Jiang, never mind six million. I'm afraid even ten million won't resolve the Jiang Family's current predicament. Am I right, Old Jiang?'

Chen Cheng curled his lips. As expected, they were all thousand-year-old foxes; none of them were easy to deal with. They were trying to scare him off.

Jiang Qilong looked reserved and smiled calmly, 'I'm afraid that is not something for General Manager Meng to worry about.'

Chen Cheng looked at Xiao Mao and asked Jiang Tianhao, 'Hao Zi, General Manager Meng is here to buy your family's trademark. What is this person here for?'

Jiang Tianhao was still too young and couldn't hide his emotions; he glared viciously at Xiao Mao, 'He's here to collect a debt.'

'Oh? Is that so?'

'How much does your family owe him?'

'Three million.'

Chen Cheng took out his phone and sent a voice message, 'Brother Sheng, come in for a moment.'

Once Chen Cheng spoke, everyone looked at him, waiting for what would happen next.

Chen Cheng smiled somewhat helplessly and looked at Jiang Tianhao. *For your sake, kid, I have to act cool now.*

Soon, Brother Sheng walked in, went up to Chen Cheng, lowered his head, and called out, 'Boss.'

The bald man named General Manager Meng took one look at Brother Sheng—white shirt, black trousers, polished leather shoes—and immediately knew he wouldn't be getting the trademark today.

He cursed inwardly, 'Damn it, just a little bit more.'

Chen Cheng extended his hand, and Brother Sheng immediately handed him the checkbook.

Chen Cheng turned to Jiang Tianhao, 'Hao Zi, I'm not close with your father, but I am with you.'

'How about I lend you three million?'

After saying that, Chen Cheng wanted to slap himself. Since when had he ever voluntarily lent money to anyone?

'Huh?' Jiang Tianhao had never expected Chen Cheng to offer to lend him money.

'Are you borrowing it or not?' Chen Cheng rolled his eyes at him impatiently.

Jiang Tianhao immediately replied, 'Borrowing!'

Chen Cheng curled his lips slightly and continued:

'We live in a society ruled by law now; civilized debt collection is encouraged. Even if you don't pay them today, they can't do anything to your family of three.'

'In that case, do you still want to borrow it?'

Jiang Tianhao glared at Xiao Mao and replied decisively, 'Borrow!'

'You'd better think this through. Three million is no small amount. By the time you graduate from college, with interest, you might have to pay it off for the rest of your life. Do you still want to borrow it?'

Jiang Tianhao didn't hesitate for a second, 'Borrow!'

Chen Cheng looked at Jiang Qilong, 'General Manager Jiang, what do you think?'

Jiang Qilong had been frowning and thinking for a long time. One thing Chen Cheng said was correct: even if they didn't pay today, Xiao Mao wouldn't dare do anything to his family.

Just now, he had been too anxious about his son and his mind had been in a mess; he had almost sold the trademark to the bald man for three million.

Seeing his father hesitate, Jiang Tianhao became anxious, 'Dad~'

'No!'

Chen Cheng smiled, 'General Manager Jiang, father's debts paid by the son, son's debts paid by the father—this has been the way since ancient times.'

The bald man named General Manager Meng chimed in, 'That's right, Old Jiang. Father and son are one; it's the same whoever borrows it.'

Chen Cheng glanced at him and cursed him as an old fox.

This was a true businessman. One second, he was kicking someone while they were down; the next, he could welcome them with a smile.

The bald man had realized that Chen Cheng was determined to help the Jiang Family and had the strength to do so.

The good fortune of picking up a cheap trademark naturally wouldn't fall to him.

Since the deal couldn't be done, there was no need to offend this young man whose background he couldn't yet fathom.

Moreover, if the Jiang Family had a chance for a comeback, he might have opportunities for cooperation in the future. Leave a line for others, and it'll be easier to meet later.

In the business world, there are no permanent enemies, only eternal interests.

Jiang Tianhao also urged, 'Dad, I am also a part of the Jiang Family. Why can't I contribute?'

Jiang Qilong looked at his son's serious expression and laughed, 'That's my son.'

He turned to Chen Cheng, 'Borrow!'

This time, Chen Cheng was completely satisfied and lowered his head to sign the check.

For Jiang Qilong to agree to his son borrowing money to pay off his debts meant he was willing to discard his pride.

In business, you can want face, but you cannot be obsessed with it.

More importantly, Jiang Qilong had this kind of spirit.

'If you are willing to sacrifice yourself, you dare to pull the emperor off his horse.'

He, Jiang Qilong, would definitely make a comeback.

After signing, Chen Cheng handed the check to Xiao Mao.

Xiao Mao froze. *Damn it, my commission.*

'What? You don't want it?'

'Want, of course I want it!' Xiao Mao wasn't stupid. If he didn't get the kickback, he'd just have to pick up fewer girls and drink less. But if he couldn't bring the money back, his big brother would definitely put pressure on him.

Chen Cheng pulled his hand back, 'The IOU.'

'The IOU?'

Chen Cheng laughed, 'If there's no IOU, what kind of debt are you here to collect?'

Xiao Mao stiffened his neck and replied, 'Three million is just the principal. With interest, it's 4.8 million. Of course, I didn't bring the IOU.'

Chen Cheng cast a disgusted glance at Xiao Mao; these usurers were truly detestable.

They had decided from the start to recover the principal and then let the interest compound.

It was no wonder Chen Cheng was so emotional.

He worked in finance and despised those usurers who sucked the blood of the lowest class of people.

Since ancient times, usurers have been despised by the public.

Sigh, times have changed. Now, usurers are called 'diversified finance.'

Haha~ As for the stock market? How would the lowest class have money to enter the stock market?

What? You don't have money, but you still insist on borrowing money to gamble in the stock market? 'Take a gamble, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle?'

Then I can only say, good luck.

That's right, once you're at the gambling table, you have to accept the outcome.

Don't curse the heavens and earth when you lose. It's meaningless and just makes you a laughingstock.

Chen Cheng's expression turned cold. He stared at Xiao Mao and said calmly, 'Ask your boss: does he want the principal, or does he want the interest?'

After saying that, he chuckled.

Looking at Chen Cheng's expression, Xiao Mao suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

'I... I'll ask right now.'

Xiao Mao went out to make a phone call and returned quickly.

'Our boss says, "At least half the interest. We can't invest the money and let our brothers work for nothing."'

Chen Cheng turned to Jiang Qilong, 'General Manager Jiang, how long has this money been borrowed?'

'One year.'

Chen Cheng curled his lips; these usurers were fucking dark.

3 million principal, 1.8 million interest—an annualized return of 60%.

Chen Cheng was so angry he laughed. Even with his foresight, he didn't think he could guarantee a 60% return this year.

No wonder everyone wanted to earn money from usury.

Even if the probability of bad debts in usury was high, could it be higher than the probability of losing money in the stock market?

Chen Cheng glanced at the phone clutched in Xiao Mao's hand and smiled contemptuously, 'Since you haven't hung up, turn on the speakerphone.'

Seeing that Chen Cheng had seen through him, Xiao Mao was straightforward; he asked his boss for his opinion on the phone and then turned on the speakerphone.

Chen Cheng's tone was icy, '3.3 million. Either take the money and leave, or write it off as a bad debt and sell it to the next buyer. You have ten seconds to consider.'