Chapter 49: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

After finishing his words, Gu Chuan blinked his eyes and quietly observed the people before him.

But the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations; those few words just now had not frightened Lin Yi's relatives. These people still stood there, with wooden faces, saying not a word and making no extra movements.

But soon, Gu Chuan discovered that the people present were clearly divided into two groups: one group was looking at the person who had spoken with Zhu Kai just now, while the other group was looking at Lin Jiangong.

At this moment, within the crowd, a woman who looked eighty percent like Lin Jiangong walked to Lin Jiangong's side, lightly patted Lin Jiangong's shoulder, raised her face, met Gu Chuan's gaze, and said without the slightest fear:

"Comrade, we are here to demand money; our source of funds has nothing to do with you!"

"Understand?"

"What you should be doing right now is helping us get our money back. You not only refuse to help us get our money back, but instead come to investigate us. Whether by emotion or reason, that is not appropriate. If you insist on investigating today, then I can only go to the entrance of your office tomorrow and ask your superiors."

Gu Chuan propped his chin with his hand, looking at the middle-aged woman speaking before him with a strange expression.

This feeling really wasn't pleasant.

Just as he was about to ask the other person's name, Lin Yi poked his head out from behind and shouted at the woman:

"Second Aunt, long time no see! Tell Cousin Brother, Dihao KTV tonight, don't miss it—I'll treat!"

Coming to Gu Chuan's side, he raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged woman, introducing her very casually:

"My Second Aunt Lin Liye. She's a teacher, and her family runs a noodle shop. Last year she lent my dad 6,845,675 yuan and 4 jiao. The noodles sold at that noodle shop—maybe we should ask about the brand."

"And someone who can have over 6.8 million yuan in cash flow—I dare not even imagine their daily income. But I heard they seem to have never paid taxes."

"That one over there is my Big Uncle Mu Pengcheng. All the small supermarkets in the village know that this guy likes to secretly put things under other people's names when buying cigarettes and alcohol at small supermarkets. He drinks two liang every day, rain or shine, and I've never seen him sober."

"He drank for a lifetime, but wouldn't dare spend a single cent recklessly—he lent it all to my mom and dad."

"This is my Third Great-Uncle, a sworn brother to my grandfather. The old man lived a lifetime, farmed for a lifetime, saved over a million yuan, and gave it all to my mom and dad."

"These are my Third Great-Uncle's two uncles. The two brothers worked hard, farmed the few muche of land at home, and one saved more than the other. They took out over one or two million yuan in cash each. These are all good relatives of my family."

"Ai—" Lin Yi sighed long and hard. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, very much on cue. He raised a hand to wipe them, tears smearing all over his face, and cried and laughed as he said:

"It's just that my mom and dad are two illiterates. They worked hard for a lifetime, left nothing behind, and only left me a rotten mess."

The more he said, the sadder he became. Toward the end, he simply pushed through the crowd, walked to the window, squatted under the window, and wailed loudly.

The wailing sound echoed endlessly in the office, like a demonic sound, drilling into the ears of these debt collectors again and again.

This sound had no effect on Zhu Kai and Gu Chuan. The two stood one in front of the other, arms crossed, quietly watching the people present.

Wanting to see what they would say.

This group of debt collectors wanted to speak, but before opening their mouths, they subconsciously looked at Mu Qixian, Lin Jiangong, and Lin Liye.

In the end, they chose not to say a word, just standing there, staring blankly.

On the electronic signboard, the red time was slowly ticking away.

Soon, it pointed to 18:00.

Just then, the office door was pushed open. A staff member wearing Economic Investigation Brigade clothes pushed open the door, saw Gu Chuan, and directly handed over the documents in hand:

"Captain Gu, the background check materials you wanted. Those few companies and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau have all stamped them."

"At the very bottom is the Case Filing Notice."

Gu Chuan took the documents and flipped them open. The document title: Suzhou City several enterprises, schools' Wage Payment Registers, and the Administration for Industry and Commerce's registration information.

Gu Chuan held the Wage Payment Register in his left hand and the Administration for Industry and Commerce's registration information in his right hand.

He spread both documents in front of Lin Liye and the others:

"Everyone, can you explain to me where your money came from?"

This time, still no one responded.

With no response, Gu Chuan could only helplessly shake his head, take out the Case Filing Notice at the bottom of the documents, turn around, first show it to everyone present, and then extend his right hand to Zhu Kai: "Captain Zhu, for the next few days, we will be jointly handling the case."

The two shook hands on their own. Gu Chuan walked toward the office door first, pushed open the office door, raised his hand, and pointed to the corridor outside:

"Trouble everyone to come back to the office with us!"

The words fell, and no one moved.

But the people present were clearly panicked. They turned their heads one by one to look at Mu Qixian, at Lin Jiangong, at Lin Liye, hoping to get a hint of comfort from these three's expressions.

But what a pity—these three people had no expression at all.

Seeing these people not move, Gu Chuan sighed a breath, placed his right hand on the door panel, knocked hard, and then shouted sternly:

"Trouble everyone to cooperate, thank you!"

The stern voice made everyone present tremble with fear. And Gu Chuan's subordinates also went around the crowd into the room, gently pushing this group of debt collectors out the door.

Of course, they didn't forget Lin Yi.

Lin Yi walked out of the office last.

At the door of the Finance Office, Ji Shuangshuang leaned charmingly against the doorframe, her vermilion lips parted, looking at all this with a face full of disbelief.

This...

What's going on?

Lin Yi saw her, gave her a reassuring look, and then quietly arranged:

"Remember to lock the door well, remember not to let anyone into the office. I'm fine!"

Hanshan Temple District Jingjing Brigade.

Lin Liye looked at Gu Chuan before her and spoke again:

"Captain Gu, you should be helping us get our money back right now, not questioning us."

Opposite him, Gu Chuan raised a hand and pointed at the map behind himself:

"See it? The map shows the Court's location. You take the IOU, find the Court's location, and go to the Court to file a lawsuit."

"Right now we're only talking about one thing, and that is Ms. Lin Liye, you, as a teacher at the Third Elementary School of Hanshan Temple District who doesn't even have two intermediate professional titles between you."

"Given that your noodle shop's daily turnover doesn't exceed 1000 yuan, there's no demolition compensation, and there are no extremely wealthy relatives around you, how could you possibly lend out such a huge sum of 6,845,675.4 yuan?"

"You can answer that it's investment income."

"But I must remind you, if it's investment income, you need to provide personal income tax payment proof. If there's no tax payment proof, you need to pay the taxes that should be paid, fines, and late fees."

"For over 6 million in funds, you'd probably have to pay..."

"Two to three million, right!"

"You can also say it was borrowed from someone else, but you need to provide relevant information to prove this sum of funds is reasonable and legal."

"If you can't prove it, then I advise you to confess everything clearly right now."

"If you confess clearly now, you can still count as surrendering and showing remorse."

"Not saying——"