The game reflects the real world, and everyone is going crazy for it!

Noon.

Zhao Yu had just finished lunch and drove a Ferrari to the door of a company in Jiangcheng.

This company is called Kangda Pharmaceutical, a pharmaceutical company, and also his creditor!

Mr. Li, Li Mingyang, owed him 30 million yuan including principal and interest.

He has money.

Of course he has to pay back his debts. He is not a person who does not pay back his debts.

After parking the sports car and walking into Kangda Pharmaceutical, he registered his visit information at the front desk.

When he came, he also called Mr. Li.

So, without wasting too much time, a sweet-looking female staff member took him to see Li Mingyang.

"Wow!"

"Who is this young and rich handsome guy? He is driving a sports car. Is he our Mr. Li's business partner?"

"I always feel that this handsome guy seems familiar. Has he been to our company before?"

Several female front desk staff chattered and seemed very interested in Zhao Yu and the others.

Such a young and rich man, if they could curry favor with him, it would be great.

What a pity.

It is very difficult to accomplish this.

However, as the discussion continued, the female staff members gradually showed a look of sudden enlightenment on their cheeks.

They always felt that Zhao Yu sounded familiar.

After racking their brains to recall, they finally remembered.

That man - it was Zhao Yu! Jiangcheng's famous prodigal son!

"It is said that Zhao Yu borrowed a lot of money from our General Manager Li. He won't come to borrow money again, right?"

"Bah! I thought he was young and rich, but it turns out he is a plague god!"

"It's really unlucky that this plague god came to my door!"

Several women cursed, and they didn't even think about currying favor with Zhao Yu.

Now they wish to stay as far away from Zhao Yu as possible.

However, Zhao Yu, led by the female staff, took the elevator, then walked into a long corridor, and finally entered the president's office to meet with General Manager Li Mingyang.

Li Mingyang is a man in his forties with a mature appearance, fair cheeks and well-maintained skin.

Zhao Yu's arrival was also welcomed with a very warm attitude.

"Nephew, sit down, sit down quickly."

Li Mingyang greeted with a smile.

He was very polite to Zhao Yu because his money was finally settled and Zhao Yu was finally willing to pay it back.

Zhao Yu sat down directly on the comfortable sofa.

"Mr. Li, I'll go to work first."

The female staff member smiled.

Li Mingyang waved his hand, signaling the other party to go to work.

For a while.

In the entire office, only Li Mingyang and Zhao Yu were left.

"Nephew, this is the tea I just bought, authentic Taiping Houkui."

"This Taiping Houkui costs more than 100,000 yuan for 100 grams!"

Li Mingyang pointed to some tea leaves on the tea table.

The tea leaves were green, flat and straight. Just looking at the appearance, the tea seemed to be extraordinary.

"Mr. Li, you are polite."

Zhao Yu said with a smile.

"My dear nephew, don't call me Mr. Li all the time. Call me Uncle Li. Your father and I have cooperated in business many times in the past."

Li Mingyang looked back at the past. He also admired Zhao Yu's father, Mr. Zhao of Zhao Group.

He was very skilled and sharp-eyed.

He was definitely a powerful man in the business world.

But he died of illness.

He was even more impressed that a good father always has a good son.

As a result, Zhao Yu's business acumen was incomparable to Mr. Zhao's.

If not, how could Zhao Yu lose all his family business.

Soon.

Li Mingyang brewed Taiping Houkui.

Zhao Yu took a few sips and praised, "Uncle Li, this Taiping Houkui has a refreshing orchid fragrance and a mellow taste. It's really good."

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Li Mingyang laughed and chatted with Zhao Yu about some current events.

For example.

"The Doomsday Cataclysm".

"My dear nephew, I will never let you call me Uncle Li for nothing."

"Now, I will tell you about "Cataclysm."

"Its magic is beyond doubt, so, my dear nephew, you must quickly organize people and enter "Cataclysm!"

"This is a unique opportunity. If you grasp it, you will definitely take off!"

Li Mingyang talked freely, showing a wise look, "To be honest, my dear nephew, I have already started to set up my own game studio, mainly playing "Cataclysm!"

After that.

Li Mingyang's eyes were burning, but he just nodded, and he didn't say more.

He thought these tips were enough.

Zhao Yu should know what to do.

However.

Zhao Yu's expression was a little funny.

Organize people and enter "Cataclysm"?

He didn't need it at all.

The strength of the players of "Cataclysm" was reflected on him!

The recharge money of the players belonged to him.

In this case, do you still need to play?

Unless some special circumstances occur.

For example, there are bugs in the game.

But it is almost impossible to happen.

Li Mingyang has seen countless people, and he saw at a glance that Zhao Yu did not listen to his words.

Whatever.

Zhao Yu, you can't grasp this opportunity.

In the future, you may really become someone's servant.

The future is definitely an era for extraordinary people!

Li Mingyang didn't say anything extra.

Not long after, Zhao Yu repaid the money.

30 million!

Not a cent less!

Once the money was repaid, Li Mingyang's smile became even stronger, and he also returned the IOU to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu took the IOU and tore it up on the spot.

"My dear nephew, your 30 million is really a timely rain! My game studio really needs it!"

Li Mingyang smiled brightly.

"Oh?"

Zhao Yu was a little surprised.

"I need to recharge "Apocalypse". Although the lottery of this game cannot be touched, what if a European emperor appears? There is a player who won 888 yuan in ten consecutive draws and won a permanent version of a cool sports car!"

"With a vehicle, it is very convenient to move around in the game."

"There is also a player who directly shot 200 yuan and got a powerful weapon."

Li Mingyang said casually, and he also hoped that the European emperor would appear in his game studio.

In addition.

He also said that the monthly card gift package, weekly card gift package, first charge gift package, etc. must be bought!

The more Zhao Yu listened, the weirder his expression became. He always felt that Li Mingyang would return the 30 million to him in the end.

This was not a repayment, it was just a formality.

"Uncle Li, I advise you to recharge less."

Zhao Yu couldn't help but say.

"Well, recharge rationally."

Li Mingyang replied with a smile, but he didn't agree in his heart.

How could he listen to Zhao Yu's words.

After chatting for a while.

Zhao Yu left.

Li Mingyang said with melancholy, "Mr. Zhao, you were so heroic back then, but your son... Even when the opportunity came, he couldn't grasp it!"

After saying that.

Li Mingyang didn't care about anything else, he put on the virtual game helmet directly, ready to play "The Doomsday Cataclysm", and recharge some more money to try his luck.

If he was lucky, he would make a lot of money if he won the lottery.

Zhao Yu was still working non-stop to pay off his debts.

Relatives, friends...

He paid off several debts in a row, and paid back tens of millions.

Now, he has only two debts left.

One is a loan from Jiangcheng Bank, now including principal and interest of 100 million.

The other is Wang Hu's 8 million.

I paid him back today!

When driving to Jiangcheng Bank, Zhao Yu also paid attention to his current assets.

The mentally retarded system displayed a message.

[The host currently has funds: 924 million]

This more than 900 million funds belong to the profit of the game "Doomsday Cataclysm", which he has not withdrawn.

In addition, there is a balance inquiry message from Jiangcheng Bank on the mobile phone.

[Jiangcheng Bank] Dear user, the balance on your card with the last number 1633 is 111,538,000.

About 1 billion.

Although his net worth is not too much, Zhao Yu believes that it is definitely a matter of time before he breaks through 10 billion or 100 billion.

It didn't take too long.

Zhao Yu drove to Jiangcheng Bank.

It has to be said that Jiangcheng Bank is very lively.

There are five service windows in total, but now four of them are full and there are queues of people.

And the one empty service window has a striking red sign - temporary suspension of service.

"Sir, do you need any help? If you need service, please queue up."

A female bank employee with dignified features and fair cheeks came to Zhao Yu with a smile.

The people queuing around also glanced at Zhao Yu casually, and then ignored him.

As long as Zhao Yu didn't cut in line, everyone was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"I'm looking for your President Wang."

Zhao Yu said lightly.

The entire bank hall, which was originally very noisy, suddenly became silent.

"Shua shua!"

Pairs of curious and surprised eyes fell on Zhao Yu.

"Who is this young man?"

"He wants to see President Wang right away? Does this young man have an extraordinary background?"

"It seems that Jiangcheng Bank has a great person."

"It's obvious that he is a rich second-generation!"

...

The crowd was discussing quietly.

The female bank clerk felt embarrassed. President Wang could not be met whenever she wanted.

To meet President Wang, she had to make an appointment.

"Sir, you..."

The female bank clerk opened her mouth and was about to ask something.

"I have already greeted President Wang when I came here and made an appointment. You can take me to see him."

Zhao Yu said calmly.

The female bank clerk nodded.

Soon.

The two left.

But the discussion in the bank lobby continued.

As the lobby manager, Xu Yao's duty is to provide services to customers and maintain order in the lobby.

But now he was also a little shocked.

Very surprised that a young man opened his mouth to meet their President Wang, and even greeted him and made an appointment.

Logically speaking, he should have met several rich second-generations in Jiangcheng.

But why did he have no impression of this young man at all?

He began to recall that such an important customer of Jiangcheng Bank must be kept in mind.

Then, as if a flash of inspiration came to his mind, he actually remembered the identity of the young man.

"He is Zhao Yu, the prodigal son of Jiangcheng!"

Xu Yao couldn't help but blurt out.

After saying that, he realized that he had spoken out of turn.

But the words had been spoken, how could they be taken back?

The entire bank hall was instantly boiling with Xu Yao's words.

"It turned out to be Zhao Yu! No wonder he looks so familiar!"

"Zhao Yu, it seems that he owes Jiangcheng Bank a lot of money."

"I heard it's several hundred million!"

"So this is a second-generation debtor!"

...

Everyone in the bank was full of jokes, thinking that some big shot had come to Jiangcheng Bank.

It turned out to be Zhao Yu, a Jiangcheng prodigal who was nothing.

The debt repayment process was very smooth. After Zhao Yu paid off the money, he became a little fatter and smiled. President Wang, who was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, personally saw him off.

"President Wang, you're polite."

Zhao Yu said with a smile.

"It should be, Boss Zhao, you are now the highest-level supreme VIP customer of our Jiangcheng Bank. I must treat you well and absolutely cannot lose my manners."

President Wang looked serious.

Zhao Yu said no more.

The scene of President Wang personally seeing Zhao Yu off.

It instantly attracted the attention of many people in the bank lobby.

Among them, the lobby manager Xu Yao felt like his head was exploding.

President Wang treated a prodigal son so politely?

This is too incredible!

"That middle-aged man in a black suit seems to be President Wang of Jiangcheng Bank, right?"

"Yes, it's President Wang."

"But President Wang, isn't your attitude towards Zhao Yu too polite?"

"Is there any hidden secret?"

...

Everyone started to speculate wildly.

After sending Zhao Yu away, President Wang was in high spirits and in a particularly good mood.

"Xiao Xu, work hard."

He said to Xu Yao.

"Yes, President Wang."

Xu Yao straightened his back and replied quickly.

"President Wang, Zhao Yu..."

He couldn't help asking again.

"Xiao Xu, call him Boss Zhao!"

President Wang looked unhappy.

Xu Yao was even more confused.

During this period of time, he knew very well that President Wang was worried about one thing.

Zhao Yu owed money and didn't pay it back.

That was 100 million yuan including principal and interest.

And this was a lot less interest.

Otherwise, it would be a little more than 100 million yuan.

Therefore, he could sometimes hear President Wang mumbling to himself and cursing Zhao Yu, saying all kinds of unpleasant things.

But now.

What happened to President Wang?

He was suddenly so polite to Zhao Yu, which was too unreasonable!

An amazing guess.

appeared in Xu Yao's mind.

Did Zhao Yu pay back the money?

"Boss Zhao, did you pay back the debt?"

He couldn't help asking.

Everyone in the bank pricked up their ears, and they were very curious about this matter, and they also showed a very gossipy side.

Boss Wang nodded.

Xu Yao then showed a look of awakening.

Everyone around was also very surprised. They really didn't expect that this prodigal son Zhao Yu actually paid back the money.

"I'm afraid Zhao Yu has sold his house and luxury car."

"Yes, I heard that Zhao Yu sold a Bentley sports car at a Jiangcheng 4S store a while ago."

"Didn't Zhao Yu have an office building? I'm afraid he's sold it too."

"Without a car or a house, Zhao Yu won't even be able to find a wife in the future, right?"

...

Everyone was talking and laughing with each other, feeling comfortable and happy for some reason.

It seemed that Zhao Yu was once a person they couldn't afford.

But such a person has fallen into the mortal world and is nothing.

The more they thought about it, the happier they felt.

Even the smile on the face of the lobby manager Xu Yao became a few points thicker.

As long as he works hard and strives to make progress.

In the future, maybe his money will be able to surpass Zhao Yu.

What Boss Zhao, huh, is just a prodigal son who can't keep his family business!