"Oh, that's not necessary."
The debt collector shook his head in refusal, causing Feng Yao to be momentarily confused. "You might not have heard clearly what I just said. We've already started liquidating assets, aside from the production lines for tricycles and motorcycles, there are also debt relationships... Forced by the situation, many debts that can't be repaid have to be bundled together and sold cheaply."
He stroked Feng Yao's calloused hands, admiring his bewildered expression, speaking earnestly: "Thank you for your concern. I won't be coming again next time."
He said, "We'll meet again if fate permits."
"What?" Feng Yao was stunned.
"Come, today everyone's here, let me introduce—"
The debt collector stood up and pointed to the middle-aged man who had been smoking silently from the beginning until now: "This gentleman is Mr. Zhu from Wanli Finance, who plans to acquire your debt. Mr. Zhu, this is Mr. Feng Yao."
