弟弟 in debt?!

"Three months ago, your father was injured. To save him, your younger brother borrowed five gold coins from my shop to hire a doctor. Now, with the interest compounding, the debt has reached one hundred gold coins."

This is even worse than loan sharking—the principal and interest have multiplied twentyfold in just three months.

But Chad Sullivan wasn’t concerned about the interest; he cared about his father’s injury!

Three months ago was when he married into the The Foster Family. His father had come to the The Foster Family to make a scene, trying to take Chad Sullivan home. In the end, he was driven out by the The Foster Family servants and must have been seriously injured. At that time, Chad Sullivan was a foolish idiot and naturally didn’t know about this.

The original Chad Sullivan was truly beyond help—falling for a woman like Yvonne Foster, even disregarding his own parents. Such a foolish good-for-nothing wasn’t worth his parents’ love at all.

"Because your family can’t repay this debt, I’m going to bury you alive. It has nothing to do with anyone else, understand?" Samuel Grant said. "Of course, to make it convincing, we’ll go tear down your house and deal with your brother and your parents as well."

Chad Sullivan understood—someone had already paid Samuel Grant to do all this, but they needed a legitimate excuse. So using debt collection and exterminating the whole family as a pretext was a good cover.

"You and I have no personal grudge, and you’re not as stupid as the rumors say," Samuel Grant said. "But I still have to kill you. Sorry."

Then he stood up and said, "Give him a quick death. Kill him first, then bury him."

"Yes." A warrior stepped forward, drew his knife, and slashed toward Chad Sullivan's neck, ready to end his life.

"Wait!" Chad Sullivan shouted. "How much is someone paying you to kill me? I’ll give you ten times that—one thousand gold coins!"

At these words, the warrior’s blade stopped three inches above Chad Sullivan's neck.

Samuel Grant was taken aback. This Chad Sullivan wasn’t stupid at all—he was extremely clever. From their brief conversation, he’d figured out that someone was paying Samuel Grant one hundred gold coins.

"I’m very tempted," Samuel Grant said. "Really, very tempted. But… your family is so poor you can barely put food on the table. Your father is still bedridden, your brother’s legs have been broken, and you can’t even come up with a single gold coin, let alone a thousand."

All of this was the fault of the previous Chad Sullivan. Because of his stupidity and the cruelty of the The Foster Family, his father and brother were both gravely injured, even facing death.

In this world, how much is a thousand gold coins worth?

An ordinary family toils for a whole year and can’t even save up two gold coins. By the roughest calculation, a thousand gold coins is equivalent to about three million RMB on modern Earth.

"This is a huge sum. There’s no way you can come up with it," Samuel Grant continued.

Chad Sullivan said, "But you can take a gamble. If you win, you’ll make a fortune. Even if you lose, you’re only delaying my death by a few days, and you’ll still get the one hundred gold coins from the The Foster Family."

Samuel Grant hesitated slightly. For Chad Sullivan to come up with a thousand gold coins in ten days seemed utterly impossible. But just now, this man had been able to tell there was a silver needle inside his body, and even that it was in his lung—that was rather miraculous.

Chad Sullivan said, "Ten days. One thousand gold coins."

Samuel Grant stared at Chad Sullivan's handsome face, hesitated for a long while, and finally said, "Three days. I can only give you three days!"

Chad Sullivan understood. Samuel Grant had also agreed with the other party on three days—if he killed Chad Sullivan within three days, he’d get the one hundred gold coins.

"Alright, it’s a deal," Chad Sullivan said.

Samuel Grant said, "Dig him out."

Four warriors got to work, digging Chad Sullivan out of the pit. But none of them had any paper or pen on them.

Chad Sullivan simply tore a piece from his white silk undershirt, bit his finger, and wrote an IOU in blood, owing Samuel Grant one thousand gold coins, then signed his name.

As he wrote, he couldn’t help but complain in his heart—what a useless golden finger, not as good as having some real money. In the end, it’s still gold coins that save lives.

Samuel Grant took the blood-written IOU and looked at Chad Sullivan for a while longer.

Was this the supposedly dim-witted Chad Sullivan from the rumors? How ridiculous.

"Hand over one thousand gold coins within three days, or your whole family dies," Samuel Grant said. "Thirteen, Fourteen, you two escort Young Master Chad Sullivan home and stay with him for these three days."

"Yes!" the two warriors replied.

Then, Samuel Grant took the other three warriors and left.

"Chad Sullivan, remember—within three days, one thousand gold coins, or your whole family dies."

His figure was already out of sight, but his cold voice still drifted into Chad Sullivan's ears on the wind.

"No problem." Chad Sullivan's mind was racing.

He quickly came up with a plan—not only to make a fortune, but also to protect his family, and most importantly, to get revenge on the The Foster Family!

Three birds with one stone!

……

Chapter 7: A New Look

Making money and getting revenge on the The Foster Family was important, but first he had to go home—his father was gravely injured, his brother’s legs were broken, he had to go back and help them immediately.

His family hadn’t seen him for three months. Who knew how much they’d worried and missed him.