"Write according to what I said! If you write a wrong word, I will cut off one of your fingers!"
On a night with lightning and thunder, in a bungalow in the suburb of rough coastal city, three strong men with fierce looks were surrounding a young man with a frightened face.
"I... I..." The young man wanted to say something.
"What? Do you think you can get out of the door if you don't write today?" One of the strong men suddenly showed the machete on his back and chopped it on the wooden table.
"I'll write..."
"Today I owe Li Hang 30 silver coins, and I'll pay you back within a month. Otherwise, I'll pay you off with my family's ancestral Official Official Yanzhou's Green Flower Wrapping Lotus Branch plate. Write your name on it. You're He Chong, right? Don't think about writing the wrong name in the past, and then write the date on it!"
The fierce man said one sentence and asked He Chong to write one sentence. Until he finished writing, and then he took out the mud seal and put the fingerprint on it, that was the end of it.
"Get lost!"
After getting what he wanted, the strong man stopped making things difficult for He Chong and gave him a kick.
He staggered along the road, allowing the heavy rain to wash over him. He did not know why he had fallen into such a state.
He knew Li Hang on the IOU. He not only knew a good friend of He Chong, but also a friend of his. However, he set a trap to trap He Chong because he coveted his family's ancestral treasure.
He Chong, a man from Myan City, started a small jade business after the loss of the college entrance examination. He had no money to open a shop, but he set up a small stall on the antique street. Although he could not make a lot of money, the basic food and clothing could be solved.
Li Jiang was Tian Yu's business name. They knew each other because of antiques, and it was Li Jiang who incited He Chong's jade business.
Half a month ago, someone found He Chong and said that he wanted to buy some good Hetian seed materials and asked He Chong to help Su Mo find them. The price was 500,000.
In the face of huge interests, He Chong decided to take a risk and took ten pieces of high-colored leather seed material from Li Hang. But at this moment, the buyer said he didn't want them.
This made He Chong panic. Ten pieces of seed material were valued at 300,000 yuan, and He Chong simply had no ability to consume them alone.
Helplessly, He Chong had to be thick-skinned and wanted to return it back. However, Li Xiao, who had always been short-hearted to his brothers, did not give him any face this time. Not only did he have to return He Chong's token, but he had to make up for the rest of the money within half a month.
After clearly seeing the reality, He Chong held the last glimmer of hope to cut open the seeds. He thought that he could get some money back, but who would have thought that He Chong would be completely dumbfounded after cutting out the seeds?
Although Hetian jade was not like jade that could not be seen in the stone skin, the cracked flour and dirt were not sure. Each of the ten pieces of material was full of cracks and dirt. As a result, the good material became worthless.
Half a month later, that was, today, He Chong was suddenly kidnapped to the suburbs and wrote an IOU again. Only then did he realize that it was all a trap.
"I'm really stupid. Why should I show him the plate of the official kiln?" He Chong smiled bitterly. "No wonder he's so kind to let me do the jade business with him. No wonder he's so straightforward to accept the punishment!"
So what if he knew all of this? He Chong was very clear that he could not repay the money. However, he did not want to give away the ancestral plate just like that. One had to know that it was his grandfather's favorite thing. Before his death, He Chong had instructed He Chong to keep it safe even if the sky collapsed.
"God, do you really want to treat me like this?" He Chongtian shouted at the sky, "Why?"
The thunder in the sky went on and on, as if it was responding to He Chong's anger, or laughing at his stupidity.
"Rumble!" Suddenly, a loud sound exploded in He Chong's ear. It was as if a grenade had exploded, causing his ears to buzz. Then, the lightning that was like a white dragon descended from the sky and struck He Chong's head.
"Curse the heavens, aren't you even going to let go of you?"
This was He Chong's final thought.
"Where is this place?" He Chong opened his eyes, only to discover that he was standing in an unfamiliar environment. It was pitch black all around him, and the soles of his feet were void.
"Wang Xiaoqiong, you're unfilial and cruel to your mother, so now you're going to suffer a thunderbolt..." A voice suddenly sounded above He Chong's head, but it stopped mid-sentence. After a long while, it came out again. "What the fuck? Did you hit the wrong person? What an awkward situation. What do you think you're going to do?"
"What did you say? I hit the wrong person?" The corner of He Chong's mouth twitched, but he had lost all hope. "You didn't hit the wrong person. I don't want to live anyway. Take me away."
"That won't do. If the higher-ups find out, I'll get into big trouble." The voice was firm and refused. "You don't have to say anything about this. Keep it a secret! Don't worry, I'll give you hush money."
Before He Chong could say anything, another white bolt of lightning fell from above his head. It was not one bolt of lightning, but dozens of bolts of lightning that continued to slash at He Chong.
"Kid, it's a blessing in disguise. The hush fee is the God-like Finger that can do everything. Remember to climb out to the top of the tree to see the thunder more often in the future, and it will be good."
"It's not easy for you to be a human. I'll give you another opportunity to refine your body and soul for free. In the future, you must grasp your life well. I'll wait for you up there, hahahahaha!"
He knew nothing about God's Middle Finger. He only knew that his body was tender and crisp due to being cut on the outside. He only wanted to show his fist out and then extend his middle finger to make an international gesture.
When He Chong woke up again, it was already the next morning, but the address was on the bed in his home.
"How did I come back? Is that a dream?" He Chong sat up and remembered the IOU he wrote last night. He said with a bitter smile, "300,000 yuan. How can I pay it back within a month?"
He got out of bed and went to the living room. The breakfast was already on the table. He Chong knew that his parents had already gone to work. Looking at his own home, which was like that of the 90s, he felt a pain in his heart.
He Chong's parents were ordinary workers and temporary workers. The family's savings earned in three months added up to less than 5,000 yuan, and they didn't have much deposit. It was simply impossible to raise 300,000 yuan.
Dragging his heavy legs to the front of the low table, He Chong looked at the shiny porcelain plate of the Qianlong official kiln which had been polished, and tears began to well up in his eyes.
"Grandfather, I'm so unfilial!" He Chong carefully picked up the porcelain plate with both hands. However, he could no longer hold back his tears.
But it was at this moment that a line of words popped up in He Chong's mind.
"The Qing Dynasty's land has green flowers with lotus branches, pine branches, and a green base. Jingde Town's official kiln had been burned during the reign of Qing Dynasty's Emperor Qianlong. The yellow ground and pines and green land had a low-temperature glaze. The green flowers had been burned first, and then the low temperature had been filled..."
He Chong was shocked and took a step back. The plate, however, landed on the low table. Fortunately, it had been raised a little lower, otherwise, it would have been broken.
But as soon as he stepped back, the information in He Chong's mind disappeared.
"The God-level Finger means that you're omniscient and omnipotent?" He Chong suddenly thought of that dreamlike encounter and was instantly overjoyed. "Could it be true?"
Stretching out the middle finger of his left hand, he gently clicked on the porcelain plate, but there was no response.
He Chong frowned and slowly stretched out the middle finger of his right hand. The moment he touched the plate, the words appeared again.
