Chapter 360: Twenty Thousand Draft

The news that Yang Qing had woken up arrived, and Wang Dechao rushed over.

After he arrived, the representative of Hongxing Jiedao was speaking with Yang Qing.

Seeing the big leader arrive, others automatically made way for him a seat.

Yang Qing already knew what had happened while he was unconscious.

Seeing the people from Hongxing Jiedao come to visit him, he was very moved, very moved.

This is the feeling of being affirmed; he had struggled for so long, and it wasn't completely useless.

Some thought he was worthless, but others felt he had done great things and thanked him.

Just having come out of the abyss, he was given such warm treatment; he was truly extremely satisfied.

Wang Dechao arrived, and others made way for him.

Chen Hong sat there without moving, and the old lady also sat there without moving.

They seemed unable to see him.

Wang Dechao was a bit embarrassed.

Yang Qing still knows how to be a person; he nudged Chen Hong.

"Pour a cup of water for the Mayor."

Chen Hong reluctantly got up.

"The Mayor has arrived."

Yang Qing greeted with a smile, but this smile was very forced.

Wang Dechao took the seat Chen Hong had vacated, looking at Yang Qing with a complex gaze.

He had always supported Yang Qing before, until last year when Yang Qing acted on his own and caused trouble.

Only then did he realize that Yang Qing was an unstable factor.

Only then did they begin to distance themselves from him.

Not only did he do this, but Director Wang also did this; it was their joint decision.

He knew of their plan to sideline Yang Qing, and even knew of their plan to push Yang Qing out.

Later, Yang Qing proposed an export plan in the south.

He also knew that the import/export company appreciated Yang Qing, and he knew even more.

Everything seemed to be developing toward self-fulfillment.

But all of this was interrupted by a letter.

Yang Rong sent a letter.

And along with the letter came over 200,000 in foreign exchange.

The situation suddenly became different.

Who knows what Yang Rong's situation is now?

He has been staying on WanDao all along.

This time a letter was suddenly sent from Gangdao; who knows what he intends, or whether WanDao is plotting some scheme?

So clearing Yang Qing's influence is only natural, right?

Yang Rong is not an overseas Chinese; he is someone from the bald place.

Before clarifying the truth, eliminating all threats—what's wrong with that?

They merely did what they should have done, yet the outcome was unexpected.

Perhaps they didn't take Yang Qing seriously, failed to communicate well, and let things develop this way.

After looking at Yang Qing, Wang Dechao didn't speak, but instead took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Yang Qing.

He spoke.

"This is a letter from your father, Yang Rong."

Looking at this letter, Yang Qing froze for a moment, then his gaze became complex.

He wanted to take it, but dared not; taking it would mean contacting the outside, which after a year would be a major crime.

Not take it? Not taking it would let him end up okay?

Things have come to this shitty state, but it's just a matter of one or two cuts.

But he also harbored a luxury hope: if I don't take it, can I sever ties with Yang Rong?

Would that make my future a bit better?

Yang Qing hesitated, and Wang Dechao kept his hand outstretched.

It seemed as if they were forcing him to accept it.

Seeing this, the old lady glared at Wang Dechao with a grim look; others feared she would hit the Mayor with her cane.

The old lady reached out to take the letter; whether Yang Qing's father believes it or not, to take it or not—if he doesn't, he will probably have regrets for life.

But there was a hand faster than hers.

Seeing Yang Qing's difficulty, Chen Hong snatched the letter away with a swipe, cursing.

"What's there to fear about a letter? Having news is better than none."

Chen Hong's speed was such that Wang Dechao didn't even have time to react.

He had just tried to stop her, but Chen Hong had already opened the letter.

Inside the letter, a draft fell out.

The old lady, quick-eyed and quick-handed, reached out and caught it.

Upon seeing it, her face turned startled.

"Twenty thousand?"

Then she glanced at Wang Dechao and said to Chen Hong.

"Hong Hong, take a look at what the letter says."

Chen Hong obediently opened it and read.

The letter wasn't long; she finished reading it quickly, then excitedly handed the letter to the old lady.

"Grandma, this is my grandfather's request to find Yang Qing."

"He hasn't forgotten Yang Qing."

The old lady handed the letter and the money order to Yang Qing, comforting him.

"Take a look; back then it was so chaotic, who could know what happened."

Yang Qing knew there was no choice; he took the letter but pushed the money order away.

"Mayor Wang, this money is for the country."

Wang Dechao shook his head.

"This is from Yang Rong, asking you to find someone, and also a sum of money."

He didn't say how much; Yang Qing guessed it should be a lot, since he had already given him two hundred thousand.

Wang Dechao continued.

"The money must be exchanged into foreign‑exchange vouchers to be usable."

Yang Qing still pushed it back out, firmly saying.

"This is for the country."

The few representatives of Hongxing Jiedao had long been shocked by the two‑hundred‑thousand figure; now seeing Yang Qing push the money away, they were all extremely anxious for him.

Why refuse good money?

With so much money, one would never worry for a lifetime.

Chen Hong and the old lady said nothing; they respected Yang Qing's choice.

Wang Dechao also hadn't expected Yang Qing to act like this.

Two hundred thousand—he was envious, jealous, and resentful.

He didn't expect Yang Qing to just push it out like that.

"Are you going to donate it to the country?"

Yang Qing nodded; this money can't be taken. If he really accepted it, that would be courting death—he might be killed before the end of next year.

This isn't money; it's clearly courting death.

"I don't want his money."

He still made his stance clear; though it wasn't very useful, it could buy some time.

Wang Dechao hesitated briefly, then reclaimed the money.

Then he gave him a small favor.

"We will soon reply to him; do you have anything you want to say?"

Yang Qing said harshly.

"Ask him to give me a certificate of disinheritance."

"Also add a line: Yang Qing is already dead, Yang Rong is also dead."

He was stating his attitude; whether it was useful, he didn't know, but an attitude must be shown.

He didn't even read the letter; he crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.

Chen Hong reached out to stop it but failed; she hurriedly said.

"Why are you throwing it away, why are you throwing it away?"

The old lady sighed and looked at Wang Dechao.

"You may go; we need to rest now."

Wang Dechao saw the old lady's attitude as if staying longer would mean she would beat him.

He could only say to Yang Qing.

"Don't go to the Agricultural Machinery Factory yet; we will assign someone to be responsible for your safety."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

He hadn't gone far when a cane brushed his head and flew past.

The old lady really dared.

Yang Dechao, seeing this, ran even faster.

After the person left, the few representatives of the Jiedao gave the old lady a thumbs‑up.

Yang Qing knew the old lady was venting on his behalf, and said nothing.

It's already this dog‑shit mess, let the old lady vent.

Damn fate…