Even so, whether they go out to work or among these smart people, ninety-nine percent of them only earn five to six thousand yuan a month, barely seventy thousand in a year if they don’t eat or drink.
Fifteen thousand yuan ans a strong rural laborer would have to go two years without eating or drinking to save up that amount of money through hard work.
Let’s not even talk about Zhang Qiang being able to save up, but say he did manage to save it, would he just lend it to soone directly? Not even drafting an IOU. How absurd.
The livestream audience had just recovered from the juicy gossip about circumcision, and now turned around and encountered this new drama, instantly excitable as they transford into internet judges.
"Zhang San has his reasons, Li Si has his reasons, this makes , the officer, very troubled! Swallow it all down, give each fifty strokes and they’ll surely confess!"
"Alright alright, young lad, put you in ancient tis, you’d surely be a murderous corrupt official, you imbecile, don’t recognize what’s before you, hand over your life!"
"Judging from his attire, I’d lean towards Wang Baoqiang in favoritism, but Zhang Qiang surely doesn’t hold onto Wang Baoqiang for no reason, there must be so hidden truth."
"The Lord is wise, please turn right, there’s the Tiger-Headed Guillotine, kindly put your head in so as not to trouble the brothers."
"This matter is difficult, difficult, difficult, let’s watch the process obediently, and not provide Brother Sect Leader with any wrong ideas."
"..."
Seeing the tension rising again, Ning An, without further ado, gestured invitingly.
"Folks, it’s hot outside, let’s go inside to talk."
After saying that, he gave Grandpa Hua a look, signaled him to lead the neutral villagers, each bringing a few people into the temple.
Honestly, for such conflicts among villagers, everyone knew the unspoken rules.
Like today, you’re fine, but maybe in a couple of days you’ll have issues and might need Changchun Temple for arbitration.
Therefore, seeing Ning An say so, although they wished to hit the other party a weekly elbow, they couldn’t ignore Ning An’s favor, and cold-faced, entered the temple one after the other.
Ning An led everyone to the side hall, took dozens of stools from the woodshed, distributed them among the crowd.
So many people, serving tea wasn’t realistic, directly took two boxes of bottled water from the storeroom, shared them out to everyone.
"Folks, don’t be reserved, treat this like your own ho."
"Brother Ma, haven’t seen you for half a year, you seem much stronger now, got your eyes on so girl?"
"Grandpa, don’t keep your face tense like this, it makes you look fierce, when you head ho, don’t bla your grandson for crying and refusing to let you hold him."
Ning An adjusted the atmosphere while quickly calculating useful information in his mind.
For the inco of nearby villagers, he had an understanding, a strong laborer about seventy thousand a year, won less, around twenty to thirty thousand.
Let’s not even talk about Zhang Qiang being able to fork out fifteen thousand, just say now, any household lending money often goes all out, even wishing to notarize with fingerprints at the registry.
No matter how good their relationship was before, they shouldn’t lend without even an IOU!
Even brothers have to keep clear accounts!
No IOU, having other evidence to indirectly prove Zhang Qiang lent the money would work too.
But based on what Zhang Qiang said just now, it seed he had consulted a lawyer, had no evidence favorable to himself at all, otherwise it wouldn’t have co to this.
This left Ning An sowhat headache, with no evidence, just a few loud words, even if the Emperor himself ca, couldn’t arbitrate properly here.
In the livestream, the audience also found it sowhat ridiculous.
"There’s neither direct nor indirect evidence, just relying on one’s words, even if it’s truly as Zhang Qiang says, bringing this to court, the judge wouldn’t dare rule in his favor."
"When contrasting the attire of these two, I almost feel it’s Zhang Qiang who owes Wang Baoqiang fifteen thousand, but surely this is judging by appearance, everyone shouldn’t take it seriously."
"Sigh, brother, my thoughts are the sa as yours, at least for now, indeed it seems sowhat outlandish."
"..."
The livestream audience was troubled, and so was Ning An.
However, before Ning An figured out what to say next, Wang Baoqiang sprang up, pointed at Zhang Qiang and wept to Ning An:
"Little Daoist, reason with , this guy is maddened by poverty!"
"He outright accuses of owing him fifteen thousand, I’m decent and didn’t argue, but he wouldn’t let go, and ca to blows, look at my arm, bruised by him."
"Against such a rascal, we shouldn’t indulge his bad habits, sooner or later soone will deal with him."
Wang Baoqiang flipped his arm showing indeed marks of welts.
Ning An didn’t comnt on this, rely waved his hand, letting him sit down first.
"Zhang Qiang, share your perspective." Ning An furrowed his brows, looking at Zhang Qiang who usually seed honest but was now violently angry, sighed and said:
"If you can’t present any evidence, even the ancestors wouldn’t be able to judge if what you say is true."
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