God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 1232 - 1311: I Want Hand-Ground Coffee!
The old man’s gift to Zhu Xiaohai wasn’t cash, but gold.
When Zhu Xiaohai held the gold, his hands trembled, and he stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing. Therefore, when Zhu Xiaohai looked at the old man again, the urge to become his apprentice inevitably arose once more.
However, the old man seemed to know what he was thinking, and with just a cold glance, he made Zhu Xiaohai suppress that thought, not daring to entertain it further.
No matter what, Zhu Xiaohai now possessed a fortune large enough to establish himself.
Just as Zhu Xiaohai was still lost in the joy of his unexpected windfall, the old man handed him an IOU, asking him to sign his name and press his fingerprint on it.
Zhu Xiaohai snapped back to reality, immediately understanding that the money had to be repaid. Not hesitating, he wrote his name and pressed his fingerprint, knowing there was no free lunch in this world.
Afterward, the old man no longer paid any attention to Zhu Xiaohai and directly left, leaving no contact information and not mentioning when he would come to collect the debt.
In a blink of an eye, more than thirty years passed, and now Zhu Xiaohai had grown old and frail.
As the waves of the Yangtze River push forward, Zhu Xiaohai needed a wheelchair, yet he had never waited for the old man to come to collect the debt.
Perhaps he’s dead!
That’s what Zhu Xiaohai thought to himself.
I’m so old already, and that old man couldn’t possibly still be alive.
Just then, a female nurse walked in quickly, presenting a phone to Zhu Xiaohai respectfully: "Sir, it’s Young Master Zhu Yan calling. He said there’s an urgent matter to discuss with you?"
"What urgent matter could that brat possibly have!"
Zhu Xiaohai cursed, grabbed the phone, and held it to his ear, but before long, his expression changed dramatically. Filled with excitement, the phone slipped from his hand, falling to the ground.
The nurse quickly bent down to pick it up.
In his wheelchair, Zhu Xiaohai couldn’t pay attention to this, anxiously saying, "Prepare the car! Get me a car immediately!" With that, Zhu Xiaohai stood up without the aid of a cane.
This left the nurse utterly astonished; she had been taking care of Elder Zhu here for years but had never seen him so agitated.
Yet, she dared not delay and hurried off to have a car prepared.
...
Residential villa.
In the living room.
Fang Yi picked up a cup of coffee, took a slight sip, and immediately frowned, turning his head to look at Zhu Yan, who was staring blankly at his phone, saying, "Is this the coffee from your house? It’s horribly undrinkable."
Zhu Yan was still in shock because he heard his grandfather’s anxious voice on the other end of the call, seemingly rushing here.
Zhu Yan was a bit bewildered; he merely mentioned that someone with the surname Fang came here to collect a debt—was there really any need for such a reaction?
Moreover, the most puzzling thing for Zhu Yan was when did his grandfather owe this person money?
What connection could he possibly have with my grandfather, and yet he came asking for someone named Zhu Xiaohai, with such a domineering tone.
Even now, Zhu Xiaohai maintained a skeptical attitude.
Zhu Yan couldn’t help secretly glancing at the person sitting on the sofa, with a scruffy beard and ordinary clothes, feet propped on the coffee table as if it were his home—quite arrogant, indeed?
Alright, he was indeed quite arrogant, Zhu Yan had to admit.
Faced with this situation, Zhu Yan could only hold his tongue, immediately instructing the nurse to bring out a different cup of coffee.
"I want hand-ground coffee," Fang Yi said.
Zhu Yan couldn’t help but roll his eyes; do you think you’re Su Daqiang?
Just then, the sound of the door opening rang out, and a middle-aged couple walked in.
