AWB Chapter 280 The Village Chief of Tai O Village
Chapter 280 The Village Chief of Tai O Village
"I'm sorry, senior brother, it was my fault."
At this time, in the ancestral hall of Tai O Village, Lantau Island, Mao Renxing stood in front of his senior brother Zhou Feihong with a guilty look on his face.
Next to Mao Renxing is Zhou Feihong's only son, the only bloodline of this generation of the Zhou family, Zhou Xiaolong.
"Aren, I've told you so many times not to gamble anymore, but you just wouldn't listen to me." Zhou Feihong looked at Mao Renxing and said angrily.
"Now, you are taking Xiaolong to gamble. Tell me, what can I say about you?"
Mao Renxing is Zhou Feihong's junior fellow student, and has been working outside for many years.
As for Zhou Feihong, it can be said that he has almost never left Tai O Village in his life.
Some time ago, Mao Renxing came to visit him. At that time, Zhou Feihong had an idea and wanted to let Mao Renxing take his son Zhou Xiaolong to go out and explore the world.
See the world.
But now, Mao Renxing actually took his son to gamble.
Now that he has lost all his money, he remembered himself and returned to Tai O Village.
"I'm sorry, Senior Brother." Mao Renxing looked at his senior brother Zhou Feihong and said, "Senior Brother, I promise you that from now on I will never participate in gambling again, otherwise you can chop off my hand."
"Ruzi can be taught."
Seeing Mao Renxing swear, Zhou Feihong nodded with satisfaction and said, "Since you have this intention, it is not too late. Live a good life in the future and don't gamble anymore."
"Yes, senior brother."
Mao Renxing nodded.
"And you, you little bastard." After teaching his junior fellow apprentice Mao Renxing a lesson, Zhou Feihong started to beat and scold his son Zhou Xiaolong.
"Look at you. I asked you to learn from your uncle-master. Why didn't you learn something else? You actually learned how to gamble from your uncle-master." Zhou Feihong looked at Zhou Xiaolong angrily.
Zhou Xiaolong can be said to be Zhou Feihong's son who was born in his old age, and Zhou Feihong is very fond of him.
But at the same time, when he needed to be strict, he was also very strict and never ambiguous.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I was wrong. I will never gamble again." Zhou Xiaolong immediately knelt on the ground, saying with a guilty look on his face.
After all, he is a child born in old age, so it is okay to teach him a lesson.
Seeing that Zhou Xiaolong realized his mistake, he decided not to let him gamble next time.
"Let's just let it go this time. If it happens again, I will definitely break your arm. If you don't believe me, try it." Zhou Feihong looked at Zhou Xiaolong seriously.
Anyone who sees Zhou Feihong's expression at this moment will believe what he says.
If Zhou Xiaolong really gambled again, Zhou Feihong would definitely chop off his hands.
"Yes, Dad, I will never do it again, I promise." Zhou Xiaolong raised his hands and swore seriously.
"All right."
Zhou Feihong nodded after hearing this, then sat on the armchair, looked at Zhou Xiaolong and said, "Tell me, how much money did you lose this time?"
Zhou Feihong still doesn't know how much money his son lost. He only knows that they returned home after losing all the money they had.
But after all, money is just something outside of our body.
Even though Zhou Feihong has spent his entire life in Tai O Village on Lantau Island and has hardly ever left.
But there is never a shortage of money.
The Zhou family owns a large piece of land in the entire Tai O Village, and they can collect millions in rent every year.
After accumulating over the years, even if I don’t spend too much, it shouldn’t be a problem to save up for a small goal.
So, it doesn’t matter at all for Zhou Xiaolong to lose a little money.
Of course a little money doesn’t matter, but the main thing is that Zhou Feihong can’t let his son develop this habit.
Otherwise, even if the Zhou family has mountains of gold and silver, they will lose it all sooner or later.
"Senior brother, it's not much, just 50,000 yuan." Mao Renxing looked at his senior brother and said.
Others may not know, but Mao Renxing knows his senior brother’s family business.
Fifty thousand is a lot for him, but for his senior brother, it is not much at all.
"Fifty thousand? That's okay. But remember, don't touch it again." Zhou Feihong nodded and said.
"Yes, I understand, senior brother." Mao Renxing nodded.
"father......."
At this moment, Zhou Xiaolong suddenly stopped talking.
"what happened?"
Zhou Feihong looked at his son's expression and asked with some confusion: "If there is anything, just tell me directly."
Although, I just scolded him.
But after all, he is his son.
"Dad, Uncle Master."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiaolong glanced at his uncle Mao Renxing, then looked at his father Zhou Feihong and said, "I lost 30 million..."
"what?"
Hearing this, Zhou Feihong hadn't reacted yet, Mao Renxing was dumbfounded, looking at Zhou Xiaolong in disbelief.
The voice trembled a little and asked: "You lost 30 million?"
"How could you possibly lose thirty million? When did you lose it?"
Mao Renxing's voice trembled.
In his opinion, Zhou Xiaolong was always by his side, and he would definitely know if he lost money.
Moreover, this is 30 million, not 3 million or 300,000.
"Just a week ago, I went to play billiards by myself and lost 30 million... I never dared to tell you." Zhou Xiaolong lowered his head and said with a look of remorse.
"What did you do? You were just playing billiards, there's no way you could have lost 30 million..." Mao Renxing felt his blood pressure rising and his heart beating violently.
Even Mao Renxing is like this, let alone Zhou Xiaolong's biological father Zhou Feihong.
"I lost playing billiards, but I played big. At the beginning, the bet was 100 yuan per ball, but I kept winning and I won more than 2 million yuan from the boss.
Later, the boss said that he wanted to play with one million per ball, so I agreed. I thought I could win more money, but unexpectedly, I lost more than 31 million.
The other party said they don’t want the change, just 30 million will be enough…” Zhou Xiaolong’s voice became lower and lower.
After hearing what Zhou Xiaolong said, Mao Renxing knew that this brat had been set up.
Just let him win at the beginning, and always win by one person.
In the end, he got a big win, not only winning back what he had lost, but also earning tens of millions more.
"You, you rebellious son..."
Zhou Feihong pointed at Zhou Xiaolong, covered his heart, and was having trouble breathing.
Thirty million, that’s thirty million.
Although the Zhou family has a small deposit of 100 million yuan, 30 million yuan is already one-third of their wealth.
This one hundred million was saved by several generations of the Zhou family through frugality.
Now, look what happened. Because of this rebellious son of mine, I have lost decades of harvest in just a few days.
Thirty million, if calculated at one million per year, would take thirty years.
It is estimated that he will not be able to earn back the 30 million until the day he dies.
"Dad, I swear that from now on, I will never gamble again. Really, Dad, you have to believe me." Zhou Xiaolong swore to Zhou Feihong.
At this moment, Zhou Feihong really wished he didn't have this son.
But after thinking about it, I decided to forgive him, after all, he had just said that.
"When will the other party come to collect the money?" Zhou Feihong looked at his son and asked.
"It will probably be here in half an hour."
Zhou Xiaolong glanced at the time and then spoke.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come back now.
"Why....."
Zhou Feihong sighed.
"village head....."
Suddenly, at this moment, a villager ran over and said to Zhou Feihong: "Village chief, just now, a group of people came to our Tai O Village and said they wanted to see you. I heard that they came to collect some debt."
Basically, most of the arable land in Tai O Village belongs to the Zhou family. Naturally, Zhou Feihong is the village chief of Tai O Village.
"okay, I get it."
When Zhou Feihong heard this, he knew that they were the people who came to collect debts from his son.
"Tell them to wait, I'll be there soon." Zhou Feihong instructed the villagers.
"Yes, village chief."
The villagers turned and left.
After the villagers left, Zhou Feihong glared at Zhou Xiaolong fiercely, and then said, "Come with me."
"Yes, Dad."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiaolong stood up and followed Zhou Feihong towards the village ancestral hall.
There are two ancestral halls in the entire Tai O Village.
One is the Zhou family’s ancestral hall, which is the place just now.
There is another one, which is the ancestral hall of the entire Tai O Village. The village chief usually works or holds meetings in this ancestral hall.
In the entire Tai O Village, there are three major surnames, namely Zhou, Chen and Li.
Of these three surnames, Zhou is the largest, accounting for about 50% of the population.
That is the Zhou family of Zhou Feihong.
Of course, among the Zhou family's descendants, only Zhou Feihong's family is the direct line, and the others are branches.
Although they all have the surname Zhou, they cannot enter the Zhou family's ancestral hall and can only be placed in the village's ancestral hall.
The next surnames are Chen and Li, each accounting for about 20% of the population.
As for the remaining 10%, many surnames are almost evenly divided, including Mao, the surname of Mao Renxing.
"You are the ones who bet on football with my son, right?" When Zhou Feihong arrived at the ancestral hall, he saw a group of people. Among them was a man sitting. He knew that the other party was the person in charge, so he asked.
"Yes."
"You can call me Brother Long. I wonder if you have prepared the 30 million?" Brother Long looked at Zhou Feihong and said casually, "If you can't come up with 30 million, don't blame me."
"Only thirty million..."
Zhou Feihong sneered disdainfully and said, "The money has been prepared long ago."
As he spoke, Zhou Feihong took out a check and wrote a HSBC check for 30 million.
Although it was painful for Zhou Feihong to take out the 30 million, he absolutely could not lose face. This was Zhou Feihong's bottom line.
It’s just 30 million. I can earn it back in 30 years at most. It doesn’t matter. As long as my son is fine, it’s fine.