Chapter 556: Please Find Me a Son-in-Law Who Moves In!

What do we do now! Jiang's going to fight to the death—maybe we should just give up!

Give up? What about our money? He made us lose money—should we go to the police instead of him?

Let's push a little harder, then back off a bit—let him get a little advantage; make him give us a receipt for five thousand but pay us only four.

There's no other way—sigh~ Where can we even find justice?

Nearly thirty people surrounded Chen's Noodle Shop, tense standoff with Jiang Jiang Yougui holding a cleaver; soon, a crowd gathered to watch.

Someone ran to call the local police, but no one knew if help from afar could relieve the immediate crisis.

Beep-beep-beep~

A sudden, urgent honk came from afar; a Santana and several motorcycles shot forward in an instant, still speeding, plowing straight into the crowd.

Hey hey hey, what are you doing? Attending a funeral?

Don't stop? Then run us over! Hey hey hey, you're actually going to run us over!

Li Ye carefully controlled the accelerator, driving straight to the entrance of Chen's Noodle Shop before stopping; during the ride, he scared Hu and the others into a cold sweat, yet didn't scratch a single speck of paint off them.

He knew his limits—"a million insurance, hit and kill, no problem" was nonsense; human life was at stake, not something you could fix with a few bucks—if the victim's family refused to forgive, you'd definitely end up in court.

After getting out of the car, the crowd naturally grew furious, but Li Ye stepped onto the car roof and looked down coldly at everyone.

"I reported Shunhua Company—whoever wants trouble, come find me!"

The thirty people were stunned, caught off guard by Li Ye's boldness.

Someone actually took the blame on themselves? Then it's you!

Why did you report us? We were just earning interest—now your report has frozen all our money!

Exactly! Look at my receipt—eight thousand yuan!

Li Ye reached out and snatched the receipt, then asked the others: "Who else has one? Who else has receipts?"

"I do—I've got six thousand five."

"Me too! I've got twelve thousand!"

The crowd surged toward Li Ye's car, handing over their receipts.

Seeing their deposit receipts about to become worthless paper, now here came a fool—why wait? Better act fast!

But Li Ye accepted them all, then said: "Let me explain a term: 'confiscation of illegal gains.'"

These receipts are evidence of your involvement in illegal activity—I'll hand them over to the relevant authorities, and then you'll wait for the police to come question you."

If you're innocent, fine. But if you had ties to that Shunhua Company, whether you get sentenced or fined depends entirely on your luck."

Everyone froze—this kid who looked decent wasn't a fool—he was a big scoundrel!

We gave you our receipts to get real cash back—you're giving us an "illegal gains" charge instead?

Go to hell!

What did you say?

Get down from there!

As these people moved to grab Li Ye, car horns blared again from all around.

Several 130 trucks rolled up, their cargo beds packed with men.

These were Jiang Hong's ex-soldiers, all recruited from Qingshui County; they usually worked as "security" in malls and warehouses, but when real trouble hit, their discipline far surpassed ordinary people's.

When the 130s stopped, fifty to sixty men leapt out in a rush.

"Who's bullying people from Qingshui? Step forward and let us see!"

"Who is it? You? Think we Qingshui folks are easy to pick on?"

"Move aside! Clear the way! Are you trying to block business?"

Jiang Hong led the fifty-odd ex-soldiers, instantly scattering the crowd.

But this time, unlike when Li Ye drove in earlier, no one was angry—everyone was stunned, trembling with fear.

Originally, they thought Chen's Noodle Shop had only a fierce woman and a cowardly man; with their numbers, they figured they'd find a solution.

But today, that cowardly man actually pulled a cleaver—trapping them in a bind.

And now all these fellow townspeople show up—how could they bully? How could they reason?

Jiang Hong walked over to Li Ye's car and whispered: "Don't get involved—let me handle this."

"No need. It's almost over."

Li Ye refused Jiang Hong, then waved the receipts and asked: "Who still wants to hand me these receipts?"

"No thanks—we'll keep them."

"Um, give them back to us—we'll find our own way."

Li Ye pulled out one receipt and called out: "Huang Huang Jinrui, three thousand five hundred—where is Huang Huang Jinrui?"

A thin man squeezed forward: "That's me—mine!"

Li Ye didn't hand it back—he asked coldly: "Who did you give this three thousand five hundred to?"

Huang Huang Jinrui opened his mouth weakly: "I—I gave it to Shunhua Company."

Li Ye pressed: "Then who are you here trying to extort money from? Who are you bullying?"

Huang Huang Jinrui couldn't answer—he'd come only because others had stirred him up, hoping to recover some losses.

When their side had the numbers, they'd shouted at Chen Chen Jinhua and her husband: "If you hadn't reported us, we wouldn't have lost money!"

But now Li Ye had more people—and how could they dare speak nonsense?

Li Ye handed the receipt back and asked coldly: "Will you come back again?"

"No, never again. This is all my fault."

Huang Huang Jinrui hurriedly apologized, then took back his receipt.

Even though the receipt was now as good as paper, like stock trading—"I won't cut my losses, no one else can cut my Jiucai "—keeping it was a stubborn act of defiance.

Li Ye began returning receipts one by one, asking each: "Will you come back?" Everyone caved and said: "No, never again."

Jiang Hong watched silently, nodding—had he handled this himself, he couldn't have done better.

Thirty people together were a powerful force, but Li Ye used the receipts to break them into individuals—one by one—making them far easier to deal with.

After today, these thirty might still resent Li Ye and Chen Chen Jinhua, but their spirit was broken—they'd never gather again to cause trouble.

【Old Li really taught him well! So young, yet already this cunning.】

But Jiang Hong didn't know—Li Ye learned this tactic from later life's "education."

During a holiday, when highways were free, Li Ye drove with his girlfriend and got caught in a multi-car pileup.

At the traffic department, if you just accepted the ruling, fine—but if you dared to object, they'd put your license at the very end of the queue.

If you complained further, bystanders would urge you to "calm down," making you feel the weight of the crowd.

Similar situations happened everywhere—this was about using every available condition to seize total control.

Isn't it infuriating? Aren't you convinced?

………………

The last receipt in Li Ye's hand was Lao Hu's—ten thousand yuan in full.

Li Ye didn't give it back—he smiled and asked: "I remember you said the day before yesterday that Shunhua Company already returned your money—why are you here now demanding it again?"

Lao Hu stammered: "I—I just misremembered!"

"You didn't misremember—you're a bastard."

Li Ye's smile vanished. He stood on the car roof and asked the crowd: "Think back—wasn't it this Hu who first contacted you, told you about Shunhua Company?"

"Think again—wasn't it this Hu who kept urging you to deposit more and more money into Shunhua?"

"Think again—wasn't it this Hu who organized you all today to 'make a scene' for the authorities, hoping your money would be released?"

Before Li Ye finished his questions, everyone's gaze toward him changed—and Lao Hu's face turned black.

"Y-you're lying!"

"I'm lying?"

Li Ye sneered: "I've already checked—Shunhua's main culprit, Lu Gang, received a phone call on the day the scandal broke, then fled with the money."

Since he hasn't been captured, your funds remain frozen—and that phone call? It was you, wasn't it?"

"You're lying! Don't frame me!!!"

Lao Hu shouted in protest, but his eyes were terrified, his voice shrill—utterly unnatural.

The day before, Li Ye had wondered: Was Lu Gang's escape an accident?

Seeing Lao Hu's deposit receipt today, it suddenly clicked—the phone call Lu Gang received.

And how could Lao Hu's panic and fear escape Li Ye's razor-sharp gaze?

This entire herd of sheep—including Chen Chen Jinhua and Jiang Jiang Yougui—were all "recruited" by Lao Hu: all itinerant vendors from outside Beijing. Wasn't this the textbook model of a pyramid scheme?

In his past life, Li Ye had witnessed an investment company collapse—there were people like Lao Hu, who incited victims to petition the government, forcing authorities to chase debts; once crushed, they turned on each other, leaving nothing but chaos.

Li Ye held up two fingers, pointing at Lao Hu: "Hong Shu, take him to the police—this might solve the case early."

"Aaaah~"

Before Jiang Hong could move, Lao Hu bolted like a dog with its paw stepped on, sprinting wildly into the crowd.

But the crowd surrounded him—he had nowhere to run.

Li Ye shook his head: "Poor mental toughness. Even being a bad guy? He lacks the guts."

………………

With Lao Hu taken away by police, the crowd quickly dispersed—no one wanted to tangle with these Qingshui folks.

Clang clang clang~

Jiang Jiang Yougui's cleaver slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground, emitting a chilling sound.

The man who had been blocking the door like a single warrior holding the pass suddenly collapsed, sobbing pitifully.

"Why are you crying? Isn't everything fine now?"

Chen Chen Jinhua pinched her husband hard, but she too found tears slipping down her cheeks without realizing it.

If Jiang Jiang Yougui hadn't grabbed the cleaver and blocked the door just now, these people might have stormed in to smash, loot, and rob.

Jiang Hong slowly stepped forward, squatted down, and comforted Jiang Jiang Yougui: "Old Jiang, your life these past few years hasn't been bad at all!"

Your wife is capable, your daughter is ambitious, you don't have to worry about a thing—what more could you want? How did you end up in this mess?"

"Wahhh, I just thought I couldn't keep being useless… I never expected them to bully us like this~"

Jiang Hong glanced at Chen Chen Jinhua, sucked his teeth, and decided not to press further.

In the Jiang household, the woman is strong and the man weak—Jiang Jiang Yougui, as head of the family, bears a heavy burden.

"Who says you're useless? Didn't you prove yourself today? Get back to kneading dough—are you going to run your business or not?"

Chen Chen Jinhua wiped her tears, grabbed her husband's arm, yanked him up, and shoved him toward the kitchen.

Only then did Chen Chen Jinhua force a smile and speak to Li Ye and Jiang Hong.

"Today we owe our lives to Li Ye and Brother Jiang—if not for you two, I truly wouldn't have known what to do."

"You're being too formal—we're all from the same county. Far from home in this capital city, helping each other is really helping yourself. But you've got to treat your husband better—no more hitting or yelling. Men have pride too."

"You're absolutely right!"

Chen Chen Jinhua sighed. "But my husband's no good—I'm just so worried, Uncle Jiang. Why don't you two help me find a son-in-law who'll move in?"

Jiang Hong and Li Ye exchanged a glance, both startled.

Jiang Hong ventured cautiously: "What kind of son-in-law are you looking for?"

Chen Chen Jinhua glanced at Li Ye, embarrassed: "I was thinking someone like Yang Yang Yumin would do."

Li Ye was speechless—would Yang Yang Yumin ever become a son-in-law who moves in?

How about I find you one like Ning Ning Liheng?

With a son-in-law like Bloodhand Butcher, no one would dare bully you again.