At the same time, in Xincheng.
Mei Mengcheng was at home, worried sick. Why? Because he'd talked big about starting a business with his so-called "buddies," invested all his money—and months had gone by, but not a single ripple. Of course he was anxious. The most infuriating thing, though, was that since he was short on cash back then, he'd taken out loads of loans—and the repayment date was way past, but he just couldn't cough up the money.
The phone on that end called every day like it was collecting his soul, and to avoid those calls, Mei Mengcheng could only keep his phone switched off.
But if they couldn't reach anyone, they certainly weren't about to let it go. When he borrowed money, he'd left an address, so they sent people directly to Mei Mengcheng's house.
'Knock knock knock'
That gentle knocking was way softer than his mom's usual pounding on the door.
