Eight years ago, Ji Yushu, a former high school classmate, found Meng Zhengchu after a class reunion. He complained to his old classmates, because the business capital turnover was not good, and he hoped that Meng Zhengchu would borrow him 500,000 yuan for urgent use.

And repeatedly guaranteed, guaranteed to be returned within one month.

Meng Zhengchu didn't have that much money, but for the sake of face, he borrowed 50,000 yuan from Ji Yushu. Both parties wrote an IOU and agreed to return it in one month.

Ji Yushu did not repay the money on time. Not only did he not answer Meng Zhengchu's calls, but he also complained to other high school classmates:

"He is such a big official, he doesn't have 18 billion in his hands, there are always a few million, and 50,000 yuan is still chasing so quickly, it's not that he won't pay him back. ”

These words naturally reached Meng Zhengchu's ears. He was very angry at the time, and even wanted to sue Ji Yushu directly in his own unit.

Later, he learned from other classmates that Ji Yushu's financial situation was very bad, because he owed a lot of debts because of business failure, and his classmates paid for his children's tuition.

Meng Zhengchu thought twice, and finally gave up recovering the money. On the one hand, 50,000 yuan is really not a pain in his muscles and bones. On the other hand, Ji Yushu is so poor that even if he wins the lawsuit, he can't enforce it.

Let's teach yourself a lesson.

This is a trivial matter, and even for both parties, it is sealed in the depths of memory, until today's unexpected encounter in the Lao Ma Tu Restaurant.

It's just that the circumstances of the two are very different. Ji Yushu, a former down-and-out trader, is now a cultivator, dressed gorgeously and walks with the wind. The former justice Meng Zhengchu is now covered with greasy plates.

It can be said that creation makes people.

With this stunned effort, Ji Yushu recognized the old classmate in front of him. He laughed and pretended to be kind:

"Isn't this Lao Meng, come and sit, I haven't seen you for a long time, I really didn't expect you to be alive. ”

After pulling Meng Zhengchu to sit down, he introduced to his colleagues: "Everyone, this is my high school classmate Meng Zhengchu, the former justice of the Binhai Court, amazing!"

Ji Yushu's two colleagues are both blue-clothed, and they talk about a good meeting, but in fact their attitude is very perfunctory.

This kind of drama often appears after troubled times. As a cultivator, he is often forced to recognize his relatives by ordinary people who can't be beaten by the eight poles. In fact, they all want to get some benefits from the cultivators.

Everyone is used to it.

If you think of some old love, pull it over for a glass of wine and give some money. A ruthless direct excuse for retreat and cultivation will not be accepted. This attitude is okay. Like his two colleagues, if they meet old classmates on the road, they will definitely turn a blind eye.

But Meng Zhengchu didn't sit down, and by the way, he scolded his old classmate. His face was cloudy, and he glanced at Ji Yushu's friend a few times, and he said to Meng Zhengchu: "Master Ji, there is something wrong, let's come out and talk alone." ”

Ji Yushu's eyes rolled twice, and finally nodded in agreement, and the two walked out of the box together.

Behind them, Ji Yushu's two fellow cultivators sneered at the melon seeds. One was a thin black face, and he bared his teeth: "I guess it's borrowing money, what about you." ”

The other was a bald man who couldn't save him from the Mediterranean. He echoed and smiled: "Lao Ji is poor and generous, and if he sends a kindness, these people will surround him like flies." ”

These two guys don't smile at ordinary people. In addition to his own parents who also receive some help, other relatives and friends should not exist.

Now there is a saying that is very popular in practitioner circles: when you become a practitioner, you should write off everything you did when you were mortal.

Isn't this called ingratitude, can the things of practitioners be called ungrateful?

This is called too forgetful!

In fact, from a realistic point of view, this is also a very normal choice.

Because of the transformation of spiritual power, the aging rate of cultivators has been greatly delayed. For a major cultivator like Yu Xiaoyue, his appearance has not changed in the past few years.

Some people who were originally old and frail awakened to become cultivators, and even experienced reverse growth.

It is foreseeable that the longevity of a practitioner is no longer the same as that of a mortal.

In this case, it is inappropriate to entangle too much with mortal friends. Because mortals die quickly, there is little point in making such friends.

In a word, practitioners only play with practitioners, just as rich people only play with rich people in the past.

Therefore, Ji Yushu is so polite to the mortal Meng Zhengchu today, which is a rare friendliness, and it can even be described with two words: condescension.

But the two didn't expect that Ji Yushu and Meng Zhengchu, who were whispering outside, became louder and louder, and finally quarreled loudly.

The reason for the quarrel was the duck in the hands of the boss Ma Weide, who had not had time to slaughter it, and now he was at a loss for what to do with it in his hand.

In fact, the former Justice Meng Zhengchu was not a person who did not understand the world of human feelings, and he had never acted disrespectfully after greeting so many cultivators. There was even a time when a cultivator drank too much alcohol and sprayed it directly on his face, and he still spat and smiled.

But today, when Ji Yushu was holding a duck and shouting loudly to eat roast duck, Meng Zhengchu moved the real fire.

Even Ma Weide didn't know that because of long-term malnutrition, Meng Zhengchu's wife Xiaohui finally died of illness five days ago.

Before he died, his wife told him that it would be nice to have a mouthful of duck soup.

When we met many years ago, Xiaohui was a white rich beauty with many suitors. At that time, Justice Meng Zhengchu also somehow got his senses, and he boiled a pot of duck soup every day to give to Xiaohui who was off the night shift.

Because of this, he successfully took Xiaohui into his hands.

In the troubled times, Xiaohui always accompanies him and never abandons. But she has been pampered since she was a child, where has she suffered such hardships, and she has been sick all year round, and she finally died.

Before she died, she remembered the duck soup that Meng Zhengchu had made for him back then, and muttered that she wanted to take another sip.

But at this time, where did Meng Zhengchu find duck soup for her!

There isn't a single duck in his world!

He warmed up the broth he had brought back from the old horse that night and gave it to his wife.

But the wife smiled weakly, and she said, "Honey, this is not the taste of duck soup. ”

After saying that, he died.

So when Ji Yushu appeared proudly with a duck in his arms today, Meng Zhengchu was sad. What a beloved wife can't ask for when she is dying is so easy for a practitioner. Years of humiliation turned into grief and indignation.

He called Ji Yushu out and demanded from him the 50,000 yuan he owed that year.

Cultivator Ji Yushu didn't know Meng Zhengchu's grief, he felt that it was inexplicable. In recent years, the people in the bank have stopped collecting debts, and Meng Zhengchu really doesn't know how to raise it. In vain, he was still friendly with him.

It's not that Ji Yushu doesn't remember this arrears, which is why he was polite to Meng Zhengchu.

But since Meng Zhengchu doesn't know how to ask for it in person, then it's a matter of facts!

"Fifty thousand yuan, okay! Lao Tzu remembers!" Ji Yushu took out a coastal coupon with a face value of one yuan and threw it on Meng Zhengchu's face, "Take it, it's the uncle who will reward you!"

This is not that Ji Yushu is bullying, in fact, he does give too much. The 50,000 yuan he owed back then was RMB, and it has become waste paper after the troubled times. And he took out the banknotes issued by Binhai not long ago, which was equivalent to half of Meng Zhengchu's salary in Laoma Tucai Restaurant. This can indeed be exchanged for a lot of red 100-dollar waste paper.

"That's not how the accounts are counted. Meng Zhengchu was not afraid of the huge pressure brought by the cultivators, and he argued with reason, "The original 50,000 yuan can buy 10,000 catties of rice, and the money you give now is far from enough." ”

Ji Yushu laughed angrily.

"Then how do you calculate the accounts?" he asked, "do you still have to calculate inflation and bank interest?"

Lao Tzu was down, you were developed, and I begged you to borrow some life-saving money, but you pushed back. Now that you see that Lao Tzu is developed, you are false?

It is worthy of the two mouths of the official word, and no one is as big as yours.

Fifty thousand yuan back then, Lao Tzu admitted, what kind of algorithm do you say, tell it to everyone!"

The two were on edge.