rebirth of cataclysm

The young man was writing and drawing, which attracted Hu Mingchen's attention. He was curious, what exactly was this man drawing on the ground with small stones? Is it a new way of painting?

If it was before rebirth, Hu Mingchen would have regarded him as a liar who wanted money, because at that time many people liked to write a few chalk words on the ground to pretend to be pitiful, such as asking for a few dollars to take a bus, or a few dollars to buy food. In fact,

It's a scam to people's money.

But now that kind of fraud has not become popular, so Hu Mingchen will not speculate in that direction, thinking that he may be a street performer.

Two minutes later, the young man completed his hand movements and threw the pebbles aside, where he sat.

Driven by curiosity, Hu Mingchen moved his butt more than one meter towards the young man, just enough to see clearly what he had drawn on the ground.

Before I read it, I still had some fantasies about him, but after I saw what he drew with pebbles, I frowned.

I asked a kind friend to help me. I borrowed three thousand yuan for urgent use and promised to return it within a month. I would be very grateful. This was written in front of the young man.

Just when Hu Mingchen moved over to look at the content of the painting out of curiosity, some citizens noticed this strange scene and stopped.

"Who would lend money to a stranger you don't know? You are so thoughtful."

"If it's three yuan or thirty yuan, then I'll borrow it, but if it's three thousand yuan, I don't even have that much in my bank card."

"No one knows his surname or his last name. I'm afraid I won't be able to get the money by then."

Various discussions arose one after another, but the young man remained unmoved and stared ahead with a stern expression, neither dodging or begging.

"Young man, where are you from? What's the urgent need to borrow three thousand yuan? Three thousand yuan is a lot." asked an old man who looked like a retired worker.

"I'm from Weining. I can't tell you what I'm going to do with three thousand yuan," the young man replied stiffly.

"Then if you don't tell me what you are using it for, who will lend it to you? When people lend you money, they must know what it is used for. Who knows if you are borrowing it to do some messy things." One of them said.

the young woman said in a critical tone.

"If you believe it, just borrow it, if you don't believe it, don't worry. Even if I use it to cause messy things, I can still lie and say it in a high-sounding way." The young man's words were still so blunt.

"When people borrow money, they always say nice things in a low voice. Listen, does his attitude look like borrowing money? With his attitude, I wouldn't borrow money even if I had money." A middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit raised his head.

Said the head.

In response to this kind of arrogance, the young man said nothing, did not explain or responded.

Most of the onlookers couldn't borrow it, some were distrustful, and some couldn't afford three thousand yuan at all. The so-called words you said to me were just to entertain curiosity.

"Brother, do you have any mortgage? This three thousand yuan is not a small amount. If you borrow it and don't pay it back, who can you ask for?" A young man in his twenties with long hair leaned against his friend.

On his shoulder, he asked wanderingly.

"I don't have a mortgage, so I will pay it back if I say it." The young man glanced at the young man who questioned him sternly and said.

After being looked at by the young man's cold gaze, the young man felt his heart tightening, and his dangling legs stopped motionless, as if his gaze would transmit the coldness to himself.

Hu Mingchen, who was sitting next to him, sighed secretly, his eyes were so sharp.

Originally, Hu Mingchen had classified him as a liar, but now Hu Mingchen's interest in him has increased sharply. This guy is so special.

He actually borrowed 3,000 yuan on the street, and he was reluctant to consume a piece of chalk, so he actually wrote with a stone. In addition, what he did was originally a very embarrassing thing, but he was very stubborn, even backbone, and was unwilling to

He lowered his head, not wanting to explain.

There must have been some special stories that happened to this kind of person, which would make a proud person do such a disgraceful thing.

"Then what will you do if you don't have the money? If you say you will pay it back, you will pay it back. Nowadays, there are many people who are cheating on borrowing money and not paying it back." The young man felt that his weakness was a bit embarrassing and said with a pinched neck.

"If you can't pay back the money, I'll give it back to you with my life. Whoever lends me money now, my life will be his." The young man said sonorously, his eyes full of determination, not like he was talking nonsense.

"Life, what is your life for? Who doesn't have life? How much is your life worth, huh!" The young man puffed up his chest and said in a tone of voice.

"If you don't want to borrow it, just get out. You are not qualified to know whether my life is worth anything." The young man glared at the young man and shouted with a tigerish face. It seemed that he was stimulated and angry.

"I'm not qualified. I'm more qualified than you. At least I won't beg for food here. It's only because of you that Brother Gui is willing to lend you money..."

"Say it again." Suddenly, the squatting young man jumped up as if there were springs under his buttocks, grabbed the young man's collar, lifted him up, and easily pulled him away.

Lifted it up.

The young man had no idea that he would fall into someone else's hands in a blink of an eye, and his face suddenly turned pale with fright. Even his companions were stunned and did not dare to make any rash move.

"Let go, let go, don't fight... If you don't want to lend money, I won't lend it. Why do you say that?" The old man just now hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him to pull away.

At this time, the people around him also tried to persuade the young man. While persuading the young man, they would often criticize the young man and speak unabashedly.

"Humph!" The young man pushed the young man back continuously. If there was no one blocking him behind him, he might have fallen to the ground.

The young friend quickly stepped forward to help him. The two looked at the young man unconvinced, and then left the scene angrily.

Hu Mingchen was still sitting on the steps with the presence of the old god, not moving at all. He didn't persuade or pull him.

At the moment when the young man bounced up, Hu Mingchen's pupils flashed.

This guy was so fast that he was in front of the opponent without even seeing him move. You know, it is not easy to stand up from sitting on the ground in an instant. The balance and coordination of the body and the strength of the lower limbs

The explosive ejection ability needs to be very, very strong.

Hu Mingchen has been studying with Song Qiaoshan for more than two years, but he himself cannot do it so fast. He is not even sure whether his master Song Qiaoshan can do it.

Also, this young man's hands are very strong. Even if the young man does not look fat, he still weighs more than 100 pounds, but the young man lifted him up very easily with one hand. It felt like he was lifting it.

He is not an adult weighing more than 100 pounds, but like a little kitten.

In order to borrow money, the young man didn't seem to want to cause trouble. When he saw the other party dodge, he took two steps back, returned to where he was before and sat down, even his posture was the same as before.

After this incident, a group of onlookers left. However, when people leave, there will be people to fill in.

Several groups of people came and went, very interested in this young man's actions, but no one lent him a helping hand and lent him three thousand yuan.

Forty minutes passed, and the young man who had found nothing could no longer sit still. From time to time he raised his eyes to look at the big clock on the wall outside Yitong Shopping Mall.

Hu Mingchen stood up, wiped the dust off his butt, and walked up to the young man: "I'll lend it to you."

"Will you lend it to me?" Originally it was a good thing that someone was willing to lend him money, but when he saw that it was a little baby, the excited expression on the young man's face immediately dimmed.

"What? You don't believe it?" Hu Mingchen asked calmly, staring condescendingly into the other person's eyes.

"What I want to borrow is three thousand, not three yuan." The young man reminded.

"I'm still literate. It's impossible that I don't know even three thousand words. If you want to borrow it, just stand up and follow me. If you don't want to borrow it, forget it." After saying that, Hu Mingchen turned around and left in a cool manner.

Watching Hu Mingchen walk seven or eight meters away, the young man just hesitated for a moment, bounced off the ground and chased after him.

"Weird things happen every year, but this year there are so many. Someone actually offered to lend him three thousand yuan. He was really stupid."

"Hey, don't you see it's a little baby? How can you believe what a little baby says? Even if his family is rich and he is willing, his parents won't be willing. He will probably come here to ask for money later. If you don't believe it, just watch.

."

"Maybe they are writing a few words in another place. Haha, let's go, let's go to the mall. This kind of thing is just a joke."

Behind the young man, many onlookers expressed various opinions, but none of them believed that Hu Mingchen would really lend him three thousand yuan.

After leaving the small square and crossing the road, Hu Mingchen walked to the rented office.

After climbing upstairs and opening the door, Hu Mingchen did not turn around, but casually greeted him behind him: "Come in, the money is in the house, not on you."

Hu Mingchen didn't need to look to know that the young man was coming. Although his steps were light, Hu Mingchen's ability to listen to all directions during this period was not in vain.

The young man stepped in and stood at the door without going inside.

Hu Mingchen opened his desk, took out a pile of money tied with rubber rings from the drawer, counted out three thousand yuan and put it in the corner of the desk. After taking out these three thousand yuan, the rest was basically just

There's only change left.

Putting the change back and picking up the three thousand yuan, Hu Mingchen walked up to the young man and handed the money to him: "Count it to see if it is three thousand yuan."

"No, I saw you counted it just now, thank you." Taking the money, the young man turned around and left.

"Hey, even if you don't write me an IOU, you should at least tell me your name." Hu Mingchen called to the other party.

"My name is Fang Guoping." The other party did not stop, he just dropped a name and disappeared.