On the day Shen Zhi was laid off, he only had a two-digit balance left on his phone, but he could make collection calls all day long. His mother was waiting for the deposit for the surgery, his old house was waiting for execution, and his old employer used him as a shield. After his father passed away, he only got a rusty iron box - the IOUs inside were like waste paper, but behind each one, there was a debt of gratitude that someone dared not see the light of day.
He does not rely on gods or systems, he only relies on evidence, contracts and bargaining chips: I want to get back what I owe you according to the rules; if you cheated me, I want you to pay the price according to the rules. Haichuan's game started when he opened the old IOU and reshuffled the cards.
