Chapter 1100 No Response

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, "Are you talking about investment?" He was a little excited, but still a little doubtful, "But didn't you say that business is not going well?"

Li Xiangqian smiled slightly, feeling relieved. "I have already made some progress on this project. I will definitely make money. The risk is very small. Don't worry, you won't lose money."

Sha Zhu was silent for a while, with a complicated look in his eyes. He was not so stupid that he did not understand Li Xiangqian's intentions. This friend in front of him was indeed not a good businessman, but he was willing to believe in Li Xiangqian. He always believed that Li Xiangqian would always bring him hope.

"Okay, I believe you." Sha Zhu finally spoke, with a hint of reluctance and hesitation in his voice, "Then how much money do I want to borrow?"

Li Xiangqian's heartbeat quickened, and everything in front of him seemed to become clearer. He knew that Sha Zhu didn't realize the vortex he was about to fall into, but Li Xiangqian had already decided that he had to take the money no matter what. He smiled and said slowly: "In fact, five thousand yuan is enough. You know, I need money urgently now, and I can pay you back in a few days."

Five thousand yuan was not a small sum for Sha Zhu, but his trust in Li Xiangqian gave him an opportunity. Sha Zhu might not understand that he was actually a stepping stone for Li Xiangqian's current predicament, and by lending him this little money, Li Xiangqian could alleviate his current difficulties. As for the repayment later - he believed that he could always find a way.

Sha Zhu didn't seem to have too many questions about the amount, and nodded slowly: "Okay, I'll lend you the money, you must manage it well and don't let me down."

Li Xiangqian was filled with ecstasy. He suppressed the guilt that was rising up in his heart and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will never let you down."

When Sha Zhu left, Li Xiangqian watched him walk out the door, but his heart was in turmoil. Although he kept smiling, his heart was like a raging storm. Five thousand yuan, this seemingly simple loan, has become an abyss for his future. Li Xiangqian knew that the relationship between him and Sha Zhu might never return to the simple friendship of the past.

When Li Xiangqian returned home, he felt depressed, as if the air had frozen. Xiaolin was still in the room, but Li Xiangqian did not disturb her. His mood became more complicated. Borrowing money did not mean that things would go smoothly. Instead, it might lead to a series of unforeseen troubles.

Whenever he wanted to do something, nothing seemed to go well, as if he was being teased by fate.

"Xiaoxue, go to the field and help Dad get some tools." Li Xiangqian said in a low voice, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

In the past few days, Li Xiangqian has clearly noticed the change in his mood. He used to be a calm person, but recently he has been easily irritated and feels that everything around him is a burden. Seeing his daughter sitting in the house doing nothing, he began to feel a little anxious and even a little dissatisfied. Why is she always so quiet and even indifferent to the affairs of the family? Her growth makes him feel more and more stressed. After all, he has always hoped that she can take some responsibilities instead of always pushing the problems to others.

"Xiaoxue, don't you want to help?" Li Xiangqian deliberately raised his tone, his eyes fixed on his daughter sitting at the table.

Xiaoxue raised her head from the book, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, but she did not respond to her father's request immediately. She was silent for a moment, and finally sighed and stood up, as if she did not want to argue with her father anymore. "I'll go." She answered softly, with a bit of reluctance in her voice, but she still walked out of the house slowly.

Li Xiangqian looked at her from behind, feeling an inexplicable anger and powerlessness in his heart. He could not help but frown, thinking: Why is Xiaoxue always so ignorant? She should know the hardships of her family at such a young age, how can she always disappoint others like this?

He walked into the yard and looked around, feeling more and more depressed. The persimmon tree in the yard had been blown into pieces by the strong wind, and the drooping branches and fallen fruits exuded a rotten smell. These fruits that could have been harvested were wasted because of his negligence and bad luck. Looking at these fallen fruits, Li Xiangqian felt even more depressed. He squatted down and picked up a crushed persimmon, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

"Xiaoxue!" Li Xiangqian couldn't help but raise his voice, "Did you see that? These fruits! Look, they've all fallen to the ground! And you're just standing there watching?"

Xiaoxue walked into the yard and saw her father picking up the rotten persimmon. Her expression was still cold: "I know, Dad. I will pay attention next time."

Li Xiangqian's anger gradually rose, and he couldn't help but raise his head: "You always say that! When will you really understand? Do you really understand the hard work at home? You think about your own things every day, and don't even care if a fruit falls. How can you understand the feelings of those of us who do housework and farm work?"

Xiaoxue looked at her father's face, her eyes did not waver at all, as if she had long been accustomed to his scolding. Her lips moved slightly, but she did not reply. She looked down at the persimmons on the ground, and did not seem to intend to bend down to pick them up, but turned and walked into the house.

"Go ahead, I'll clean up myself." Li Xiangqian was a little stunned, as if he suddenly felt that everything had become so strange and frustrating. He was like a person who kept asking and giving, but never got a response.

Xiaoxue's back disappeared at the door, but Li Xiangqian felt even more depressed. He suddenly felt a wave of fatigue, as if all his energy was exhausted. He picked up the scattered persimmons. Although he didn't want to pay attention to the disappointment and irritability, his body unconsciously continued to do those boring things until everything returned to normal.

However, he knew that the superficial recovery could not take away the pressure in his heart. The accumulating irritability and powerlessness had permeated every aspect of his life. He felt like a person trapped, unable to find a way out and unable to change his current situation.

Li Xiangqian suddenly felt like giving up. He thought back to everything that had happened in the past year and felt that every day was like a repetition of the same feeling of powerlessness. He was no longer young, he already felt powerless, and everything at home seemed to be getting further and further away from him.

Later, Li Xiangqian finally decided to go out for a walk to give himself a short respite. He did not tell Lin Xiaoyu or Xiaoxue, but left home silently.