Rebirth in 1980: I pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger and marry the chief

It’s still half a million, unless I sell the body parts.

Something flashed in the staff member's eyes: "Then don't worry about it. We will squeeze out every last bit of value from her."

Tang Zheng took in the staff member's expression. She suddenly asked, "Aren't you from the bank?"

The seven or eight men in suits and ties immediately split into two teams.

“We are from the bank.”

"We are loan sharks. Ms. Wei even borrowed one million from us..."

So when the public security comrades were here, those loan sharks didn't say a word.

Tang Zheng's eyes flashed with understanding: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you. Don't let me down."

She wanted to deal with Bai Fan, but after all, Bai Yu worked hard for the factory, so she couldn't be too harsh. But people like Bai Fan are so shameless. The more tolerant you are to her, the more she will take advantage of you.

It would be better to hand her over to the loan shark, and Tang Zheng would be happy to have some free time.

Bai Fan was anxious. The bank could be lenient with her, but those loan sharks certainly couldn't. She would be living a life worse than death!

"Tang Canyang...Xiao Tang, you can't do this. After all, my brother Bai Yu still works for you. He is also Xiao Beiqi's friend. Please save me for Bai Yu's sake..."

Tang Zheng didn't say anything. Bai Fan knelt in front of her and said, "Xiao Tang, I beg you to help me pay off my debts. I'll consider that the money is a loan from you. When I make money, I'll pay you back with interest, okay?"

Tang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "I don't have the spare money to pay off your debt. Didn't you hook up with that bucktooth guy? Didn't he divorce his wife for you? You're going to marry him, so ask him to help you pay off the debt."

Whenever this matter was mentioned, Bai Fan trembled with anger. It was because Tang Zheng shaved her hair and made her bald. That damn man immediately despised her and started hanging out with other women again!

Feeling the resentment in Bai Fan's eyes, Tang Zheng sneered. Until now, Bai Fan had never thought about where he was wrong and put all the blame on her.

Tang Zheng suddenly looked at the loan sharks and took out a wad of money from his pocket.

Bai Fan thought that Tang Zheng didn't notice anything and that he was really going to pay her back, so she couldn't help but feel excited.

I didn't expect Bai Yu to be so important to Tang Zheng. Come to think of it, Bai Yu is now the director of Tang Zheng's factory. Without Bai Yu, Tang Zheng's factory would probably go bankrupt.

It’s just 1.5 million. Tang Zheng has made a lot of money, so she can definitely afford it.

When Bai Fan was cursing Tang Zheng in his heart for being stupid and rich, he heard Tang Zheng slowly say to the loan shark: "Please keep an eye on her and don't let her die."

The loan shark leader took Tang Zheng's money and laughed heartily: "Boss Tang, don't worry, for your sake, we will definitely take good care of her!"

Tang Zheng nodded, took Qin Huai's hand and turned to leave.

Bai Fan was petrified instantly. What did this bitch just say?

"Please, Comrade Bai..."

The loan shark packed up the stack of money given by Tang Zheng, and then kicked Bai Fan.

Bai Fan peed himself at that moment, and began to shiver: "No... don't... I didn't borrow the money... It has nothing to do with me..."

What did she do to deserve such an end? Why couldn't God see through her?

When the loan shark saw Bai Fan like this, he sneered and gave a look to his companions behind him. Bai Fan was dragged away like a dead dog.

After everyone here left, Tang Zheng appeared at the door again.

Qin Huai was a little puzzled: "Why are you back again?"

Tang Zheng moved his lips: "I want to go to his room and take a look..."

Qin Huai remained silent and did not say anything else, following Tang Zheng silently.

Wei Luyuan's room was very messy, not because it had not been cleaned for a long time, but because his floor, table, and walls were covered with paintings. Besides paintings, there were papers, or brushes and paints in the room.

When Tang Zheng saw those portraits, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Bai Fan was also a little surprised: "This is... you?"

Tang Zheng's tears instantly fell. She had met Wei Luyuan only two or three times, but Wei Luyuan had clearly described the clothes she wore, her hairstyle, and the expression on her face.

It’s silent fatherly love, right?

“This is not you.”

Qin Huai took out a portrait from among the many portraits and handed it to Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng was a little surprised when he saw the person in the portrait, because this portrait looked very similar to the lost daughter in the photo of Mr. Xia.

Come to think of it, my biological mother and Mr. Xia's daughter are cousins, so it's normal that they look alike.

Her hand trembled as she touched the portrait, her voice a little hoarse: "She... should be my mother..."

Qin Huai hesitated for a moment: "Then, shall we take it away?"

Tang Zheng remained silent and said nothing.

When they came out of Wei's house, it suddenly started raining. Qin Huai pulled Tang Zheng towards the car without an umbrella.

The rain fell on the portrait in Tang Zheng's arms, and faint marks suddenly appeared on the blank drawing paper.

Tang Zheng thought it was dirty due to the rain, so she wiped it with her sleeve, but she found that the more she wiped, the dirtier it became.

It doesn't look dirty, but rather like there's some pattern on it that's about to emerge.

"This is……"

Qin Huai was surprised when he saw the portrait in Tang Zheng's hand.

Tang Zheng looked at her curiously: "What's wrong?"

She didn't feel too sad. Although this was a painting by Wei Luyuan, there were so many portraits in his room, so it didn't matter if this one was a little dirty.

Qin Huai frowned: "This looks like a map..."

Tang Zheng was even more confused: "What map? Are you dazzled?"

Qin Huai took a few more glances and then confirmed: "This is Jiguan Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing!"

Tang Zheng was puzzled. How could a good portrait become a map?

Qin Huai looked at it for a long time and said with emotion: "This map probably shows what the suburbs of Beijing looked like decades ago. Now Beijing has changed a lot. If you are not an elderly local, you can't tell where is drawn on the map at all."

Tang Zheng asked curiously: "Then how did you know?"

Qin Huai is not a local either, so how can she tell at a glance where this map is?

Qin Huai said, "Although I am not a local, I served in the army in Beijing. Not to mention maps from decades ago, we have also had the privilege of seeing maps from hundreds of years ago."

Tang Zheng was a little slow to react for a moment. He couldn't understand how a good painting could become a map.

Qin Huai suddenly exclaimed: "Look, it's so strange, the color of this map has faded..."

Tang Zheng didn't have time to think about it, and quickly said to Qin Huai: "Sister Huai, do you have any paper? Can you copy it?"

Qin Huai nodded and quickly took out paper and pen, but when he had drawn more than half of it, the portrait in Tang Zheng's arms suddenly disappeared, leaving only a piece of white paper, as if the map and the portrait on it had never appeared.

Tang Zheng was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and let the portrait in his hand get wet in the rain, but there was still no change.