As the sun sinks into the depths of the sea, there is a lingering sunset in the western sky, blending with the sea like a raging flame, and the fire rises and falls with the waves, exuding a refreshing beauty.

Ye Fei didn't have time to enjoy the sea view, and he didn't even bother to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, this time was the busiest time for the barbecue stall business, and the regular customers who came to the Thorn Bird Bar liked to pack some skewers before entering, because they knew that the hot kebabs and a cocktail called 'Touch Kiss' in the bar would have a wonderful chemical effect, allowing them to enjoy the wonderful taste of ice and fire.

Squeak - the mutton skewers are buttered in the charcoal fire, and the condensed oil beads fall into the fire and raise wisps of black smoke, Ye Fei will always lift the skewers at the moment when the black smoke rises, trying to avoid the smoke spraying directly on the skewers, although it is just a small action, but it can make the diners waiting on the side see a heart, this street is called a bar street, there are a dozen large and small bars, and there are several barbecue stalls, Ye Fei's business is the best, not only because the skewers he sells are delicious and low, but many diners come to him for this intention.

Ye Fei's kebab is very attentive, every action is orderly, his intentions let the diners see, from a raw customer to a repeat customer, and then from a repeat customer to a regular customer, but also let him have a good income every day, he never thought of making a fortune in this business, he can barely support him and his little sister's tuition and miscellaneous expenses and living expenses, he has to save half of the money he earns every day, because he owes a debt that he doesn't know when and what month to pay off.

Opposite the iron trough stood a girl with a metal tray in her hand, not tall, quite a meter six hanging zero, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with big eyes, sweet appearance, very white skin, so white that you can faintly see the veins on her cheeks in the night, she is Wang Xiaoman, a waitress in the bar, and the regular customers sent her over to buy skewers.

'Touch Kiss' is a limited supply in the bar, and regular customers are unwilling to move around with a glass after the 'Touch Kiss' is served, and they are unwilling to give up the wonderful taste of skewers and wine, so they send the waiter out to pack hot skewers and come back.

"Please, hurry up? Baking a skewer is like an old aunt embroidering, wait until you bake and drink all the wine......" Xiaoman had lost his patience, and urged Ye Fei to speed up.

"Come on!" Ye Fei raised his head and answered a long sound, his wrist flipped and stretched out, and a hot skewer fell into the metal tray in Wang Xiaoman's hand, and a drop of butter flew up from the end of the skewer and landed on her blue-edged neckline impartially, like an orange agate bead embedded in thin air.

Wang Xiaoman didn't notice this little episode, he turned around and walked to the door of the bar with the tray in his hand, and just after taking two steps, he suddenly heard a loud charge behind him, stopped and turned his head to look, and found that Ye Fei reached out and took out a very old-fashioned 'soft-shelled turtle shell' mobile phone from his trouser pocket and put it in his ear to make a serious sound.

"Turtle!" Wang Xiaoman pursed her lips and muttered, turned her head to leave, but only after taking half a step and heard a crisp sound behind her, she couldn't suppress her curiosity and turned her head again, only to find that Ye Fei was hurriedly closing the stall, he poured water on the charcoal fire, picked up the iron trough that had not disappeared and put it on the tricycle and rode away, and soon disappeared into the depths of the street.

"Stupid, you deserve to run more." Wang Xiaoman glanced at an old wooden box on the ground not far away that he didn't know what to contain, muttered to himself, turned around and walked into the door of the bar.

It's been two years, no matter how windy or rainy it is, there is no precedent for closing the stall in advance, but there are always exceptions to everything, the debt collection door, he has to rush back to deal with it, the urgency in his heart turned into two strivities focused on the soles of his feet, the car was spinning, and the lamppost next to him seemed to be retreating rapidly.

In any glamorous and bustling city, there is a distinction between rich and poor, with bars and neon lights, a large area of old shanty towns two blocks to the south, narrow streets lined with wooden and earthen houses left over from the last century, and many of the walls that have fallen into disrepair have cracks of varying widths, like a toothless mouth laughing silently.

Binhai City is listed as one of the most economically developed coastal cities in the country, with a permanent population of more than 10 million, and half of the migrant population is migrants, and most of the people living in shantytowns are migrant workers with low salaries, because the rent here is relatively cheaper, Ye Fei and his little sister Tang Qian rented a tin roof bungalow in the northwest, and the brother and sister depended on each other, although the days were tight, but they were also happy, but there were bursts of intermittent sobbing in the door of the hidden room tonight.

In a small room of less than 30 square meters, there are two wooden beds, with a rolled-up blue cloth curtain hanging in the middle, and two middle-aged men with cold faces sit side by side on the plank bed, looking at the crying girl in a wheelchair in front of them with indifferent eyes, and tears can't arouse their pity.

"Big ...... Uncle Cousin, Second Cousin, Brother He has sent money to you every month, we really don't have money now......" The girl in the wheelchair was Tang Qian, she choked up and pleaded, but the two elders opposite were as indifferent as statues.

The two middle-aged men are the cousins of Tang Qian's deceased adoptive father, the one on the left with a bean drum and black mole on the corner of his eyebrows is called Shi Huaizhong, and the one on the right is called Wu Liangxin, who is slightly bald and full of flesh on the right Nine out of ten's livelihood, to put it bluntly, is a private loan, lend 10,000 to people only need to give 9,000 cash, whether raw or cooked is a monthly interest of 10 percent, if the borrower delays the repayment time interest will be adjusted to more than 15 percent, the profit rolled down to fatten the cousins, forcing many borrowers to be miserable, behind the people read their names a homonym, one is a bad seed, one is a 'conscienceless', both of them are notoriously ruthless, borrowing their usury must be prepared to be slaughtered.

The black mole on the corner of Shi Huaizhong's eyebrows trembled slightly, and said lightly: "Xiaoqian, when I borrowed money, I would write clearly and clearly in black and white, repay the interest in two years and repay the principal in three years, and the money you two pay every month is not even enough for interest, and now this principal should also be repaid." ”

"Uncle Cousin, we really don't have any money now, please......" Tang Qian knew in her heart that no matter how hard she begged, she would not win the slightest sympathy from the two cousins, but what could she do now besides begging?

The corners of Shi Huaizhong's mouth hooked up a cold arc, and he said in a low voice: "You have the money, it depends on whether you are willing to pay it back." ”