"Hou Yong, back when you were getting married, my dad put his own reputation on the line to help you go from door to door borrowing money. Nobody's living in luxury these days; every penny was squeezed out from between their teeth. Now that you're making money, you don't even think about paying people back? What's the big idea—are you planning to welsh on the debt?"
Li Dongqiang glared at Hou Yong, dramatically slapping his palms and the backs of his hands together in front of his chest. "Where's your conscience? Borrowing requires returning, and borrowing a second time isn't hard when you keep your word. Folks, am I right?"
A few of Li Dongqiang's toadies inside the factory workshop echoed him from the crowd, and the onlookers standing outside, who had originally just been watching the show, gradually began to get worked up.
Chapter 33