Chapter 431: I

"Your dad has come, if you have anything you want to tell him, say it."

Chen Jinfa's face darkened; this kid, his mouth is really vicious.

But today he came to ask for money, he doesn't want to quibble over these things.

"Ye Cheng, you had people arrest He Feiyang, what about our money? You need to give an explanation." Chen Jinfa said.

"Exactly, you need to give an explanation." Chen Jinli shouted as well, and the people behind him started clamoring.

Most of these people are from the Chen family, but Chen Jinhai isn't seen; I don't know why this guy didn't come.

"Give a fucking explanation, damn it!" Ye Cheng pointed at the crowd and cursed.

"Did I tell you not to buy? Did I tell you it's illegal?"

"Look at you few people, that day in the Ceremonial Hall there were so many, only you few bought it—aren't you stupid enough? You still have the nerve to come ask for money?"

A few people, scolded by Ye Cheng, felt a bit ashamed and lowered their heads; that day in the Ceremonial Hall, Ye Cheng had said quite a lot.

They wanted the money, but they always felt a bit embarrassed.

They felt embarrassed, but Chen Jinfa did not.

"I don't care, my 40,000 yuan, you Ye Cheng have to pay."

"You're calling for nothing, your money never even reached the MLM organization's hands; the police directly seized it."

"Huh?" Chen Jinfa froze for a moment, not understanding what was meant.

After he reacted, he then lowered his tone and asked,

"Lao Er, you mean my money didn't suffer a loss?"

"Right, Lao Er, explain clearly—if his money didn't suffer a loss, then what about ours?" Chen Jinli and a few others also gathered around.

Of these people, three bought in the Ceremonial Hall, and a few others bought directly from others.

One sentence of 'no loss' directly silenced a group of aggressive people.

"I don't know; whether there's a loss should be asked of the police, what I say now doesn't count." Ye Cheng said.

"No, the question is whether the money has been recovered."

"Yeah, Lao Er, you're familiar with the police, help us ask."

"Right, right, help out and talk to the police, first get our village's money refunded."

"I heard many villages in our township were scammed; if we're not connected, any recovered money will surely go to compensate other villages first."

Upon hearing that, a few people suddenly panicked.

They all looked at Ye Cheng; now their attitude improved, Chen Jinfa couldn't bring himself to step forward, so he could only give Chen Jinli a glance.

Chen Jinli came over with a grin, offering cigarettes to Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu, but Ye Cheng couldn't be bothered to take one.

He could only continue speaking awkwardly,

"Lao Er, as an adult you don't hold grudges against petty folk; we're all fellow villagers, making money isn't easy, please help and say hello to the superiors."

Ye Cheng glanced at him askance, then glanced at the group of people standing with him.

Most of them usually aren't on good terms, but they're all people who see each other around.

People of our country always have a style: internal and external conflicts are distinct, internal strife yields to external conflict.

His matter with the Chen family is an internal issue; the village's issue with the MLM organization is an external issue.

He still distinguishes this clearly.

He cleared his throat, then raised his voice and said,

"Alright, I've told the police everything I needed to say; as for how they'll arrange things, I can't decide, I'll call again later to check on progress, and please stop crowding around my house."

Hearing Ye Cheng was willing to call the police, everyone's faces lit up with happy smiles; in their view, finally someone above was on their side.

"Then thank you, Lao Er."

"Thank you, Lao Er."

"Lao Er, you truly have a broad mind."

A group came in angrily, then bent over and retreated.

Xiao Hu looked displeased at Ye Cheng,

"Brother, these people are all white-eyed wolves, you're indulging them like this, have you forgotten what happened last time with Chen Zhangfu?"

Ye Cheng's face sank; that backstabbing he certainly hasn't forgotten.

"This time is different; other villagers were also scammed, they're from the same village, helping a bit is better than nothing."

"Brother, I'm just afraid you'll get backstabbed again later; you say you're not a turtle, how many stabs can your shell take?"

"Damn it, you're the turtle, hurry up and go wash the clams, I'm going to make a call."

Ye Cheng walked into the house, took out his phone and called Song Zhiyong.

But it rang a long time with no answer; Ye Cheng also didn't want to keep calling, so he could only try again later.

Over here, Xiao Hu has basically finished washing; it's just rinsing with clean water, the rest is waiting for Ye Cheng to cook.

Ye Cheng plans to prepare this seafood separately.

If it's clams, make them with scallion oil—that's fragrant.

First bring a pot of water to boil, then put the clams in, add a spoonful of oil and scallion, ginger, garlic, and it'll be ready soon.

"Xiao Hu, come over to pull out the black vein and arrange the plate." Ye Cheng shouted, calling over Xiao Hu who was in the middle of chopping monsters.

"Arrange it nicely, like those big restaurants." Ye Cheng pointed at a plate of clams and said.

"Brother, you're getting more and more finicky; before you never had so many things." Xiao Hu muttered while slowly working away.

Ye Cheng also didn't bother with him; anyway, it's just drizzling oil at the end.

Those flower snails, cat's eye snails, etc., were all boiled in one pot; later we'll just mix up a dipping sauce to eat.

However, Ye Cheng felt he'd been cooking too long; the meat will probably turn out a bit tough later.

No way, he's not professional at cooking rice.

The other two dishes were also quick ones; the swimming crab was simply pressed into the pot and steamed.

The final plate of clams was stir-fried over high heat; since both of them prefer strong flavors, Ye Cheng added plenty of chili and a bit more soy sauce for color, giving it a strong wok hei when done.

By the time this side was finished, Xiao Hu had barely managed to put things together, and his plating was really just so-so.

"Damn, my tiger brother, you'd better find a wife who can cook rice, or you'll starve to death."

"Brother, what are you saying—there's no woman who can't cook rice."

Ye Cheng shook his head. Buddy, in less than twenty years, when you look again, how many girls willing to cook for you will have turned into little fairies.

Or they'll have gone overseas to become virtuous wives and good mothers.

He poured soy sauce over the clams, then added scallions; Ye Cheng finally drizzled a pot of hot oil over them, completing the scallion-oil clams.

That fragrance shot straight up the nose, impossible to shake off.

Xiao Hu had already started drooling.

"Brother, who will marry you and enjoy blessings in the future?"

"Get lost, I can't find a wife who can cook rice—hurry up and serve the dishes."

Having Xiao Hu serve the dishes, Ye Cheng then discovered there was no beer left in the fridge at home.

How could a ventilation set be missing one? Ye Cheng himself ran to Li Quezi's and brought back a beer.

Upon returning and looking at the table, damn, the clams were down by a third, and there was a pile of clam shells on the table.