"Hey, Brother Peng, it's Zhang Nan here,"
On the phone, a burly man with dragon and tiger tattoos bristled upon hearing this. "So it's you, you bitch. What, have you finally scraped together the money to pay me back?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Nan's body trembled, and she hurriedly tried to appease him, "Yes, Brother Peng, I've already gathered the two hundred thousand I owe you. But actually, I plan to give you an extra eight hundred thousand."
"What do you mean?" Brother Peng's eyebrows knitted together as he asked sternly.
"It's like this..." Zhang Nan swallowed nervously before continuing, "Brother Peng, what I mean is that I intend to let our family's Qian Jin Pavilion pay you in the form of goods deliveries, and I've already prepared the accounts."
"It's just that today, my grandfather suddenly transferred Qian Jin Pavilion to that little bitch Zhang Yixin, so, Brother Peng, I'm afraid you'll have to go and collect from Zhang Yixin yourself."
