“挂了挂了，神经病！”李明把手机往桌子上一摔，只听“啪”一声脆响，屏幕差点被砸碎。他揉了揉发胀的太阳穴，心里一阵烦躁。十亿啊，这得干多少活才能还清？他算过一笔账，就算他不吃不喝不睡，一辈子累死累活，也凑不齐这笔钱。

他瘫在沙发上， smoke after dinner. thoughts drifted to his current predicament. Mr. Big had pulled a fast one, threatening him with ten billion or a lifetime of servitude. Lifting his feet was tempting, a chance to just... not give a damn.

The next morning, the sky was already dark. The city's lights flickered like distant stars, casting long shadows over Lijing Street. Lijin, as usual, was覓 work. The days were long, and his face was etched with the hardships of life. He had to scavenge for food and was always in a hurry. He almost stepped on something and almost stumbled. Suddenly, he noticed something unusual.

A car stopped in front of a luxurious apartment building. The driver helped the passenger out of the car. The man wore an expensive suit, but had a weary expression. He looked up and noticed Lijin.

"Hey, that's Lijin!" The man exclaimed. "He's not dead yet!"