Chapter 2736

This time Liu Wenku hesitated. Since childhood he had lost his father, and his mother remarried when he was eleven, completely abandoning him. It was his second aunt, that is, the mother of Er Guizi, who gave him a meal to eat, allowing him to survive to this age.

But he only lived at his second aunt's house for two years, running away from home at thirteen. Mainly because his second aunt's husband always looked at him disapprovingly, often giving him dirty looks.

Later, to survive, he began stealing chickens and dogs, becoming a regular at the police station. Because he was young and everyone knew his situation, the police would turn a blind eye, sometimes even buying him two buns.

However, even though he was a good-for-nothing, he had never resented his second aunt's husband. First, when he was eleven, during those two hardest years, he was given something to eat. Second, in that era, no family had enough to eat; if you ate one more bite, they would have one less bite. An extra mouth to feed was truly a matter of life and death.

So, when he heard about reporting Er Guizi, he hesitated. Hiring a killer to murder someone—even if Er Guizi wasn't the mastermind, he would definitely have to serve several years in prison. If he did this, he would truly feel somewhat sorry toward his second aunt.

But looking at the money on the table, then thinking about the subsequent two hundred thousand, he gritted his teeth: "Alright, I'll go to the police station to report my cousin in three days."

He had already planned it: once Er Guizi was inside, he would take out twenty thousand yuan to give to his second aunt. Besides making amends, it was to repay the two years of her care.

Zhou Andong laughed: "If the police ask you why you came to report three days later, you find a suitable reason yourself. Also, you have never seen me, nor have you ever been to the woolen factory, understand?"

"Understood!" Liu Wenku nodded vigorously: "I know what to do."

Zhou Andong stacked the money and put it back into the black plastic bag, then tapped the table: "Take it away, remember, don't deposit it in the bank. Such a large sum couldn't withstand investigation. After everything is settled, you can then deposit the money in the bank."

"Understood, understood!"

Liu Wenku rubbed his hands, tiptoeing carefully, eyes furtively glancing at Zhou Andong, looking as sly as possible. When his hand touched the black bag, his body trembled slightly. Nervous—this bag held one hundred thousand yuan, something he could never earn in his lifetime.

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Take it away, as long as you get the job done, the benefits I can give you will certainly not be limited to two hundred thousand. If you fail, the two hundred thousand will exist only in your dreams."

"Don't worry!" Liu Wenke clung tightly to the black plastic bag, nodding and bowing with a fawning smile: "I will definitely get it done."

"Hope so!" Zhou Andong waved his hand: "Alright, you may go now."

Liu Wenku walked away holding the black plastic bag, not looking back. After leaving the office, he broke into a run, as if afraid Zhou Andong would regret it and demand the money back.

Gu Bing walked to the door, closed it, then turned to face Zhou Andong: "Do you know who wants to kill you?"

"It's Yin Xuan, the son of Yin Mingsheng." Zhou Andong recounted the morning's events: "Just as you said, Seeing Tong Huaiyu may not be too bright, but he calls himself a little Zhuge Liang, and if he wants to kill me, he would naturally do it within the rules—he certainly wouldn't come up with something as stupid as hiring a killer."

"So, the only one left is Yin Xuan. His elder brother Yin Mo was arrested in Jiangzhou, and this morning I again loosened his bones; he probably won't be discharged for ten days or half a month. So, he will surely hate me to the bone.

Moreover, among Seeing Tong Huaiyu's entourage, Yin Xuan has always been shouting at me. This shows he is a brainless fool, and his arrogant, overbearing habit is ingrained—thus, it's perfectly normal for him to do something like hiring a killer."

"What are you planning to do?" Gu Bing frowned: "You had Liu Wenku report his cousin, intending to implicate Yin Xuan and then send him to prison?"

Zhou Andong raised his finger and shook it: "He wants my life; if I simply sent him to prison, that would be too lenient. Given the Yin family's influence, as long as he serves time in Jingcheng prison, it wouldn't be reform—it would be enjoying blessings."

"Then what will you do?" Gu Bing's brows locked tight: "Do you want to kill him?"

"NO!" Zhou Andong finally took a puff of his cigarette, then pressed the butt into the ashtray: "Even Liu Wenku, that little hoodlum, knows I, Zhou Andong, am very protective of my reputation—how could I do something like murder and robbery?"

Gu Bing was confused, staring at Zhou Andong with a blank face: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhou Andong leaned against the desk, one hand lightly tapping the surface: "You say, if the news of Yin Xuan hiring a killer to kill me gets exposed, what will he do?"

Gu Bing replied without thinking: "Definitely run back home; as long as Yin Zongquan, that old fool, is around, Yin Xuan won't face any serious trouble. Besides, this is still an attempted crime—judged within the legal framework, he wouldn't get many years. By then, the Yin family will maneuver again, and Yin Xuan will soon be released."

"No!" Zhou Andong slightly shook his head, speaking with firm certainty: "Yin Xuan will flee to avoid guilt."

"Impossible!" Gu Bing outright refused to believe: "Yin Xuan is so arrogant—how could he possibly be afraid to run away?"

"I say he will run, and he will definitely run." Zhou Andong's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at him dangerously: "Even if he doesn't want to run, I will help him run."

"What do you mean?" Gu Bing's eyes twitched violently, speaking hoarsely: "You'd better not act recklessly—think of Qiu Qiu, think of Xiao Yu Mao, so small—if something happens to you, how will this family cope?"

Zhou Andong looked at Gu Bing somewhat amused: "Do you know what I want to do?"

"You're not planning to kidnap Yin Xuan, are you?" Gu Bing urged earnestly: "Brother-in-law, listen to Fifth Brother. Within the rules, you can use all means to crush the Yin family, kill Yin Xuan—openly or secretly, both are allowed.

But if you really kidnap him, that crosses the line—I doubt even my grandfather and your grandfather could protect you. Because the Yin family and the conservatives, plus those you've offended, will surely go berserk in retaliation, using this chance to kill you."

"Yin Xuan is just a straw bag—what use is kidnapping him?" Zhou Andong looked at Gu Bing: "I could extort money and wealth, or force Yin Zongquan, that old fool, to commit suicide?"

"Huh?" Gu Bing blinked: "If it's not kidnapping Yin Xuan, then what are you doing?"

Zhou Andong spoke gloomily: "Since I can't kill Yin Xuan, I want to send him to Africa to mine."

Gu Bing stared at Zhou Andong in shock: "What, you want to send Yin Xuan to Africa to mine?"