Chapter 167 Help

Leaning on the rooftop railing.

Su Yehao gazed at the distant racetrack, faintly hearing the commotion.

He called Baoya Jun aside to discuss helping Yin Liuli repay her debts.

Su Yehao didn't plan to go out himself for such occasions that could easily lead to conflict, and he didn't want Yin Liuli to show her face either. Throughout history, beautiful women have been blamed for causing trouble. Once she went, even if there was nothing wrong, it might turn into something.

Baoya Jun's family specialized in these shady businesses and had a high status in the underworld, making him perfectly suitable.

He didn't plan to touch the money in his account. Selling the Vacheron Constantin he won from Huang Zewen in the bet would be enough. The previous 500,000 had already been deposited into Yin Liuli's bank account.

After hearing the whole story, Baoya Jun said indignantly:

"This is outrageous! Why should she repay money borrowed by others, debts owed by others? Don't worry, leave this little matter to me. My second uncle loves to bully outsiders. Even if we can't get it completely waived, we can at least get a discount!"

Su Yehao didn't reveal Yin Liuli's identity, only saying she was a very important friend.

Mainly because he boasted about his charm last time, he was too embarrassed to mention helping her repay the debt. Wouldn't that be slapping his own face? It would also confirm the bad impression that Yin Liuli was greedy for money.

The more you try to explain things like this, the worse it gets, so it's better not to say anything at all.

After hearing Baoya Jun's words, Su Yehao generously said, "It's just a little bit of money. Save it if you can, and if not, forget it. Anyway, I'll give you the money, and you can help me find someone to talk to them. Consider the extra money as me treating your brothers to a meal."

The watch came like a windfall, and Huang Zewen paid for the other 500,000. Counting the previous three million, plus helping to take over the Hong Kong real estate market, he had practically fleeced him dry.

It was precisely because of this that Su Yehao thought of Huang Zewen as a rare good person.

Downstairs.

Having just finished a phone call and learned that the contract had been successfully signed, Young Master Huang regained his original demeanor.

He triumphantly bragged to his gang of followers:

"I just found out that the Su family's buildings in Hong Kong were bought by my father in a package deal!"

"There's no helping it. The Su family is in trouble, so my dad helped them out. It only cost about 1.6 billion Hong Kong dollars. What a steal!"

"It's like their family helped my family build the buildings for free after acquiring the land. When the time comes, if any of you want to buy a house, come directly to me, and I'll give you a discount price!"

Huang Zewen's followers all had shining eyes and were constantly flattering him.

In the gambling world, it's said that "one shop feeds three generations." Many assets are not easily sold. This time, in this covert competition, the Huang family clearly won.

As it stands, the Su family did suffer a loss in silence.

As long as the Huang family found a way to sell the houses at market price, they could make three to four hundred million Hong Kong dollars in a resale, which was no small amount.

In Huang Zewen's opinion, if they held on to it for a while and the house prices continued to rise, they might make even more. As the unsung hero behind the whole thing, he was extremely proud.

On Su's father's side.

While feeling sorry for himself, he also regretted it a little, wondering if he had been too impulsive.

Having just received 300 million Hong Kong dollars in deposit, he immediately contacted the suppliers and began to pay them back, lest they continue to make trouble and attract media attention, affecting other businesses.

His main business was construction, and once his reputation was gone, he would have nothing left. This was also one of the main reasons why he chose to "sell off" the shares of the buildings.

The problems with the project in Singapore had not been settled for a long time. Although he wasn't afraid of not getting paid, he didn't know when the money would be returned. The other party in the partnership was already unable to hold on.

This time, Golden Fatty had indeed accurately stabbed Su's father's weakness...

On the teaching building rooftop.

Gao Feng, his lips pale, found Su Yehao and asked, "Brother Hao, my dad lost a lot of money gambling. Can you help my family?"

"I only have that little bit of pocket money. How can I help you?"

Out of instinct, Su Yehao chose to avoid trouble, like being asked for a loan, giving him a headache.

Gao Feng said with a worried face:

"My family doesn't have enough cash, but we have a three-story building in the commercial street of the Ruins of Saint Paul's. We can sell it at a cheaper price. Outsiders know my dad owes money, and they're all taking advantage of the situation. The price they're offering is too low. If we mortgage it to borrow money, that's another large sum of interest. We already owe the bank money, so it's difficult to get another loan. It's not that my family doesn't have money to repay, it's just that we can't get it out for a while. As long as someone buys the building, we can get through this. I guarantee the price is right!"

Su Yehao breathed a slight sigh of relief. Being the big brother wasn't so easy.

He tentatively asked Gao Feng, "How much did your dad lose? How much does he owe?"

Gao Feng lowered his head. "Last month, he lost more than seven million in two days. More than three million in savings are gone, and he still owes four million. The daily interest is 200,000, compounding daily. My dad never said anything, and I don't know how much he owes now. My family is in chaos. People are demanding payment every day. There are people guarding the entrance of the supermarket, telling everyone that my dad won't pay back the money. My mom is arguing for a divorce."

Gambling is a scourge. From prosperity to decline, it's just a matter of overnight.

Su Yehao and He Shaofan and others subconsciously looked at Baoya Jun, whose family specialized in debt collection.

Baoya Jun was stunned, and said decisively:

"I've never heard my family mention this business. It shouldn't be my family. A daily interest of 200,000 is too high, especially with compounding interest. You've been scammed. We who are in the underworld value integrity. My family doesn't do things that would cause us to have sons without dicks."

Su Yehao then looked away and casually replied, "Alright, give me the street number. I'll go home and ask if my family wants to buy it. Don't expect too much. My family doesn't lack buildings."

...Awesome!

Silently sighing in his heart, Su Yehao remained expressionless.

Gao Feng, as if grasping at a straw, hurriedly introduced, "That building was originally rented to a photography studio, but we just took it back last year. The upstairs has been renovated and is ready to be lived in. The ground floor is a restaurant, and the second floor is a cafe. They're almost finished renovating. The whole plan has been disrupted."

"How big is it in total?"

"More than eleven thousand square feet. The location is definitely good."

One thousand square feet is equal to just over ninety-two square meters.

More than eleven thousand square feet in total, which means each floor is more than three hundred square meters. That's not a small area.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Such a building is enough to repay the debt. Gao Feng's family won't go bankrupt, but they will definitely be severely injured and suffer a heavy loss.

Thinking that the financial crisis was coming and house prices would definitely fall, Su Yehao wasn't really interested.

He casually replied, "Okay, you go back and wait for news. When my dad is free, I'll ask him to go take a look."

Gao Feng couldn't stay calm. With a bitter face, he pressed, "Can't it be today? With so much interest every day, I can barely breathe. I don't even dare to go home. If this continues, I'll have to sell the supermarket, and then my parents will definitely divorce."

"..."

"Don't rely on me for everything. It puts a lot of pressure on me. Go ask other people. I can't make the decision. It mainly depends on my dad," Su Yehao said helplessly.

Beside him, He Shaofan was gloating.

Suddenly, he noticed Gao Feng looking at him, so he silently looked up at the sky, saying, "My family has a street, and we really don't lack shops. We won't buy it."

Zhugan and Baoya Jun felt insulted, and Gao Feng skipped over them and continued to promote to Su Yehao.

But they really wouldn't buy it, so it didn't matter to them.

As for the Thai young master, he was looking at Gao Feng with unkind eyes, feeling like his thigh was about to be snatched away.

He muttered about how anyone could be stupid enough to borrow money for gambling.

The competition was getting fierce...