GBP Chapter 236 A monk can escape but cannot escape from the temple
Chapter 236 A monk can escape but cannot escape from the temple
“Your dad suddenly passed away, and I can’t get through to him on the phone. I’m a little worried about him. Can you contact him?” Deng Chunsheng was used to Deng Jingui’s attitude and wasn’t angry.
Deng Jingui frowned. Deng Chunlin returned looking travel-worn. He told him and his mother not to tell anyone that he had come to Guangdong. Then he wolfed down two bowls of rice and went to sleep.
Has something serious happened?
Deng Jingui was puzzled. After thinking for a moment, he didn't answer Deng Chunsheng directly, but instead asked, "Why are you looking for my dad? Has something happened?"
Deng Chunsheng recounted everything that had happened at home, but subconsciously concealed his desire to ask Deng Chunlin for money.
"Grandma is dead?" Deng Jingui asked in surprise.
"You don't know?" Deng Chunsheng asked back.
"None of you told me, how was I supposed to know? You just said that Grandma was angered to death by my aunt? Then you went to confront my aunt, the police arrested you, and then my dad ran away?" Deng Jingui was furious. He Taoxiu favored her son and doted on her eldest grandson. Deng Jingui still had feelings for her.
As for Deng Chunsheng's claim that Deng Xiuzhen angered He Taoxiu to death, he didn't quite believe it: after all, his aunt hadn't been in contact with the family for a long time, and his grandmother was already terminally ill and completely incurable.
I called my aunt a few days ago, and she said that my grandmother could no longer speak and was just waiting for her time to come.
How could Deng Xiuzhen possibly have angered her grandmother to death?
Thinking of the time when his father extorted money from his aunt, Deng Jingui sighed: "It's probably because my father and uncle wanted to use this as an excuse to ask my aunt for money. Otherwise, why would the police station arrest them?"
Dogs can’t change eating shit!
Deng Jingui cursed under his breath.
"Your dad's back, how could you not know?" Deng Chunsheng was also taken aback.
"I knew I wouldn't go back?! Just tell me what you wanted to see my dad about." Thinking about how his grandmother had passed away without his parents telling him, and how much trouble it had caused, Deng Jingui felt a deep sense of helplessness.
"Jin Gui, keep your voice down, don't disturb your dad's sleep," Song Yuanxiang reminded him.
"Your dad went back to Guangdong? Why didn't he tell us?" Deng Chunsheng heard Song Yuanxiang's words.
"Mom, go and call Dad to answer the phone." Deng Jingui guessed that the two brothers must have something on their minds, but he didn't want to get involved.
"I'm not going. Either you go, or you hang up... Don't let your dad know I let it slip," Song Yuanxiang whispered to Deng Jingui. She dared not go and wake Deng Chunlin; Deng Chunlin was grumpy in the morning, and if she dared to go, she would definitely get a beating.
"Dad, get up and answer the phone!" Deng Jingui went to the room and shook Deng Chunlin awake. He wasn't afraid of Deng Chunlin at all. He was an apprentice at the auto repair shop, and his master made him move tires every day, which built up his strength. Deng Chunlin was lazy and gluttonous; compared to him, he was a weakling.
"Looking for..." Upon opening his eyes and seeing Deng Jingui, Deng Chunlin swallowed the word "death" that was on the tip of his tongue and forced a smile, asking, "Whose call is this?"
“My uncle’s,” Deng Jingui replied calmly.
"No..." Deng Chunlin looked at Deng Jingui and forced the word "accept" to become "why didn't you say so earlier."
"Hey, Chunsheng, what's up?" Deng Chunlin asked gently.
"Brother, why did you go to Guangdong without saying goodbye? Your phone was off too. My sister and I were so worried. Brother, are you alright?" Deng Chunsheng asked anxiously.
"Something came up. There was an emergency at the factory that called me back, and I lost my phone on the bus..."
Deng Jingui glanced at the phone on the bedside table, then at Deng Chunlin, who was talking enthusiastically, and curled his lip, his eyes revealing sarcasm.
"Brother, since we didn't get the house, give me the money first. I don't want it, I just need to use it temporarily. You know, that money was borrowed from Deng Liu'er. You know what happens when you borrow money from him and don't pay it back..." Deng Chunsheng said cautiously, trying to appease him.
"Chunsheng, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's just that I don't have any left. That bastard stole them all on the train..." Deng Chunlin lied without even thinking. Every fabrication he made up seemed plausible.
……
The two brothers exchanged barbs, each racking their brains to deal with the other, but in the end, Deng Chunlin, with his experience and cunning, emerged victorious.
Deng Chunsheng not only failed to get his money back, but also lost his job. Thinking about the money he owed Ren Liu'er, he was so worried that he wanted to tear his hair out.
I made so many phone calls last night to borrow money, and I used up all my phone credit, but I didn't get a single penny.
Before dawn the next day, Deng Chunsheng got up. He had to hurry and find something to do, otherwise things would get too troublesome if Deng Liu'er came asking for money.
"Chunsheng, where are you going?" Deng Liu'er looked at Deng Chunsheng with a forced smile.
Yesterday, he heard that Deng Chunsheng had been arrested and taken to the police station, so he asked around: He wasn't afraid that Deng Chunsheng would run away. He said that even if Deng Chunsheng could run away, his temple couldn't be hidden. Deng Chunsheng's father and house were still here.
But he was afraid that Deng Chunsheng would go to jail. He couldn't go to jail to ask Deng Chunsheng for money, could he?
And most importantly, he received information through special channels: a factory was to be built near Deng Chunsheng's home, the land would be requisitioned, and he heard the compensation would be substantial...
So he didn't sleep a wink last night, thinking about how to get his hands on the Deng family's land.
"It's Sixth Brother! I'm going to earn money to pay off your debt. Sixth Brother, please give me some time. I'll pay you back as soon as I've earned the money." Deng Chunlin said with a forced smile.
"I can give you a grace period, but you're borrowing money with interest, so the longer you borrow, the more you'll owe. You'd better think it through. Don't work for nothing and end up owing more and more money." Deng Liu'er said gently, seemingly considerately.
Deng Chunsheng was taken aback: he had forgotten about this detail; he had borrowed money with interest, and the interest rate was quite high.
He panicked and pleaded, "Sixth Brother, please have mercy and lower the interest rate for me..."
“That’s impossible, Chunsheng. Every profession has its rules, and those rules cannot be broken. Besides, you know that I didn’t lend out the money. We’re a group, so I really can’t waive the interest for you…” Deng Liu’er explained patiently.
"Then, then, Sixth Brother, could you help me pay back the interest first? Consider it a personal loan from me. Sixth Brother, please, for the sake of us being from the same village, help me out, okay?"
"This... I don't have any money to lend you either. Besides, what I'm doing is against the rules..." Deng Liu'er hesitated for a moment and said, "Chunsheng, how about this? You can mortgage your old house and the few plots of land in front and behind it to me, and I'll help you pay off the debt?" Deng Liu'er was starting to set a trap, and he believed that Deng Chunsheng would definitely fall for it.
“I can give it to you as payment, but I only borrowed a thousand yuan from you. You can’t possibly pay it all back, can you? Besides, I have crops planted in my fields, and I need to make a living myself…” Deng Chunsheng was tempted, but felt it wasn’t worth it.
"If that's how you put it, then you'd better pay me back right now!" Deng Liu'er's face fell, her tone turned cold, and she made a move to leave.