When the moon was already in the sky, a long convoy drove into Yuncheng, with cars and horses loading with sacks. At midnight, the street seemed much deserted. Staff Wang rode his horse and looked around at the city seven hundred years ago.

Boss Han Zhen and Hantian and others returned to the gambling stage at this moment, and they were still on the table where they were playing with the snatch. There were still nearly a hundred people in the gambling stage in the entire gambling stage.

But these hundreds of people were silent at this moment, and hundreds of eyes gathered at the table where Han Zhenhan was, because these people were brothers brought by Han Zhenhan.

Jin Yun did not stay at home at this time, but sat on Han Zhenhan's right hand with a drooping head.

"Tonight you lost to me 3,000 guan, and one casino, and you have established the word "According to you, I have not threatened and intimidated you. The full screen gambling game is about winning or losing. You now give me 1,000 guan, but there is still 2,000 guan... Master Jinfang, Oh, I am Boss Jin now, how do you want to pay back the money for Boss Jin... When will you pay it back..."

Han Zhenhan tapped several documents on the table with one finger, including the land deed and the transfer contract. The one placed at the top was the IOU. The names of the three people were written on paper and handprinted. They were creditors: Han Zhenhan, debtors: Jin Yun, notarist: Tian Wenjie.

Jin Yun pursed his lips and felt uncomfortable. Overnight, almost all his family was ruined. Just because of his own words, if there were only three thousand guan of money, Jin Yun could still take it out, but this gambling shop was the golden rooster that lays eggs. Just next to the fireworks land, this place and this abortion could not be achieved by simply finding a place to build a few tiled houses.

"I...I don't have money!"

Han Zhenhan narrowed his eyes, and with a muffled sound, a straight-back short knife covered with gems was inserted on the long table, scaring Jin Yun to the point of being clever.

This knife... attracted the eyes of the other two people on the table. Fatty Tian stared at the knife with big eyes and took a breath in his heart. Jin Yun looked at it secretly with his head down, bullying his heart like waves.

The Mongolians like to eat meat and bring it with them. It is the same as the Han people who carry chopsticks with them when they go out. Then the quality of the knife and the number of treasures inlaid become an intuitive standard for evaluating a Mongolian's identity, status, and wealth.

Just look at Han Zhenhan inserted the dazzling and luxurious gem on the handle of the short knife on the table. Could this status be low? And it was given to a lackey of his subordinates, and his status would be even higher. Maybe even the subordinates of the Han King were also likely.

"Boss Jin, I have no money?...Do you believe it?"

Han Zhenhan spoke and glanced at the people around him, and finally his eyes fell on Fatty Tian. Han Zhenhan did not deliberately scare Fatty Tian, ​​but instead used Fatty Tian's fear to intimidate Jin Yun. But Fatty Tian was really afraid because the secret behind him forced him to fear.

"Don't believe...Don't believe...Don't believe."

Fatty Tian’s head was shaken, and the fat on his face also shaking. At this moment, the fear in his heart was no less than that in Jin Yun.

"Oh, don't believe it. They are all rising and falling in the business world. The most important thing is the word "integrity".

"I, Mr. Han... believe it! I must believe it if Boss Jin's words!"

"Shunzi... Take a finger and get a hundred stakes of money..."

Shunzi pulled up a short knife on the table and walked straight towards Jin Yun. Until now, Jin Yun didn't know what to do. He was still thinking that the gambling house was lost and he could not get it back. After all, he had the words and handprints, and the land deed was in the hands of others. But the money could not be given again. I will find the patriarch to settle the money tomorrow.

If you don’t even have money, then Jin Yun will really have nothing. Originally, he was a gangster in the clan, and he made a lot of money by relying on these ninth-rate transactions. He was still okay to make money in the clan. But if the money is lost, there is no place for him to talk to Jin Yun in the clan, and it will be difficult to see the clan leader.

As the saying goes, a duck is hard-mouthed, and Jin Yun is also a bachelor, but when his hands are pressed on the table, Jin Yun is scared and his eyes are filled with desperate fear. Especially after the cold temperature of the knife touches the skin.

Jin Yun pulled his hand back hard, and was a little confused after being slapped by Shunzi with a loud slap. His right hand was once again followed on the table. The tip of the knife stood between his little finger and ring finger, and he was under pressure.

As soon as he pressed down, Jin Yun's face shook and then he gave blood and then he gave it a sniff. After a few seconds, Jin Yun's howling screamed. He held the hand with his little finger cut off in his left hand, and the blood donated spurted on Boss Tian's left face.

Boss Tian's eyes widened. He had never seen such a broken finger and thrust, but he had really seen it with a knife at such a close distance.

"Let him keep a little quiet...it's not good to make neighbors..."

Shunzi, who was rubbing the knife with Jin Yun's clothes, heard another slap with his backhand. This time, he didn't hit him, and half of the slap was slapped, but this slap really made Jin Yun's shouting sound suppress. Jin Yun's body was arched into a shrimp shape, and his right hand was holding him and his body was shaking like a sieve.

Han Zhenhan picked up the covered tea bowl on the table, lifted up the blood-stained cup lid and took a sip, put down the tea bowl, and said leisurely again,

"Boss Jin, Boss Jin..."

Jin Yun looked at Han Zhenhan secretly, and his eyes showed infinite fear, and his head couldn't help but shake. Han Zhenhan still had a smile on his face.

"You think this finger is worth a hundred yuan in debt..."

Jin Yun was really a little confused. He nodded and shook his head quickly. I don’t know how to answer Han Zhenhan’s words, either right or wrong.

"You don't understand, right? Take your ten fingers and count you for one thousand guan. Take your eyes and count you for two thousand. If you agree, nod your head. If you don't agree...you will send all the money to me tonight!"

"If you can't see money before dawn, you can only feel the existence of sunshine with your face."

Han Zhenhan's voice grew from small to large, and his anger turned to anger. Jin Yun was frightened and nodded constantly, shaking like a chicken eating rice. Han Zhenhan looked at it and smiled.

"Do you still have money now?"

Jin Yun was still nodding.

"I didn't have someone cut your tongue, speak!!!"

“There are... money, there are... money... money..."

Jin Yun said tremblingly, finally speaking clearly, Han Zhenhan nodded,

"Shunzi brought one hundred people to get the money back for me, 1,900 guan. If you have too many, you can't ask for it. Do you know?"

"yes!"

Shunzi clasped his fists and looked at the left and right. In an instant, the two of them came up and set up Jin Yun and wanted to walk outside the door.

Watching Shunzi leave, he happened to see someone coming in. The person who came was Staff Wang who was carrying food and grass. The style of the soldier Wang was much more intense than that of the elder brother, Lao Fan.

Before Han Zhenhan could wink, Staff Wang bowed and said,

"Young Master, 50,000 kilograms of grain have been shipped. Please send it to you."
Chapter completed!