In the third month of following Mr. Shen, the only son of the richest man in Jiangcheng, my monthly salary increased to 300,000 yuan.
He told everyone he met that I was the ace he poached from overseas special forces, codenamed "King of Hell", and could punch through steel plates with one punch and break electric poles with one kick.
The friends didn't believe it, so they brought a granite slab on the spot.
With no expression on my face, I punched it to pieces in front of everyone.
The whole place was dead silent. Master Shen hugged my shoulders proudly: "Did you see that? I, Brother Yama, am the number one master in Jiangcheng!"
However, they don't know.
My real profession is a debt collector, and this morning I was having an argument with an aunt about a credit card debt of 3,000 yuan.
I didn't even tell Mr. Shen that the reason why I approached him was because his father, Mr. Shen, owed our company a bad debt of 300 million yuan and threatened to destroy the legs of the previous collector.
The boss was so worried that his hair turned white. He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Lin Xiao, you are the only one who can do this job. If you do it, I will give you a 1% commission!"
Three million.
Looking at Master Shen's innocent and admiring face, I fell into deep thought.
Should I just kidnap him and ask for money from his father, or should I wait until he is about to be beaten to death and rescue him, and mention the 300 million bill by the way?
After all, I don't just fight, I save people.
