"You, you, you!!" Mr. Mu was furious.
The more Zhou Lihui talked, the more convinced he became – bolstering his confidence: "Besides, I wrote a promissory note, I'm not saying I won't pay it back. Why do you keep hounding me for it?"
"You're just too used to getting your way. Why should we give up our own chances to expand our business to lend you money just because you want to do business and run an agritourism venture? When others start a business, they save up a little first and then borrow from relatives and friends. What about you? You'd rather we fund the whole thing!" Mu Ying said irritably, "We're really not going to lend you a penny this time!"
Having said that, she started packing the golden beans into a cloth bag, ready to leave with Mr. Mu. As long as they got the money back, that was enough; arguing with such a person was a waste of energy.
"No way, that gold is mine; you can't take it!" Zhou Lihui blocked their way.
