CHAPTER 785: CHAPTER 788: NO RESPONSE

After being forcibly evicted from the Li Mansion, Amo asked Li Fuyou, who was sitting in the carriage, "Young master, where are we going now?"

Li Fuyou, sitting inside the carriage with his eyes closed, spoke faintly, "To the small courtyard we bought a few days ago."

"Yes, young master." Amo agreed and drove the carriage away.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the small courtyard.

The two got off the carriage and Li Fuyou looked around inside the dilapidated courtyard, even the main gate was broken. To think that the once impoverished eldest son of the Li Family had lived in such a place.

With a creak, the gate was pushed open by Amo, "Young master, Amo will clean up first; it’ll be done soon."

"Mmm." Li Fuyou, standing in the middle of the courtyard, looked around the courtyard, which consisted of just one room, a kitchen, and a privy, pitifully small.

He let out a cold laugh, never imagining he’d have to experience this himself.

Indeed, this courtyard was the one where Li Fugui and Xiaotian lived after they left the Li Family.

Li Fuyou had forced Li Fugui into a corner and had Amo buy this courtyard.

The choice to stay here was not because he was without Silver. Even though the Li Mansion had been sold and the inside items taken away by Mrs. Li, and Dongfeng Restaurant was closed and unvisited by customers, he still had some Silver on hand for his living expenses.

The reason for staying here was that it was more secretive than other places, making speaking and taking action more convenient without being discovered. Besides, he had decided to sell Dongfeng Restaurant and leave, so enduring a few more days was no hardship.

Moments later, Acheng came out from inside the house, "Young master, the cleaning is done; you can go inside now."

"Mmm." Li Fuyou nodded, entered the room, and found a spot to sit down. He said, "Amo, time is pressing, immediately spread the word that we are selling Dongfeng Restaurant, and remember to only let the wealthy families know, absolutely do not let the County Magistrate find out."

Li Fuyou had good reasons for saying this; he feared the County Magistrate finding out about his plans to flee and any resulting complications.

"As for the price, it doesn’t matter if it’s a bit lower; it would be best if we could sell it by tomorrow night."

"Yes, young master, Amo will take care of it right away." After saying this, Amo left the rented courtyard to spread the news. Amo returned at noon to bring Li Fuyou lunch, then went out again in the afternoon.

Li Fuyou waited in the small courtyard until the evening when Amo returned with food and placed it on the table, saying, "Young master, eat while it’s hot."

"Amo, how did it go with the task?"

Amo didn’t want the young master to worry, but he had to report, "Young master, the message has been sent out, but so far, there has been no response; I will contact them again tomorrow."

Sitting there, Li Fuyou’s brow furrowed tightly, a cold air emanating from his eyes. He had anticipated this outcome; the reputation of Dongfeng Restaurant was now malodorous, making it difficult to sell, which is why he thought to drop the price.

Yet even with this, the sale might not be successful, and it appeared that Dongfeng Restaurant would soon be confiscated by the County Magistrate.

Li Fuyou clenched his fists tightly—no, he could not admit defeat, under no circumstances could he accede to the County Magistrate’s demands.

He stood up, "Amo, let’s go."

"Young master, where are we going? You haven’t had your dinner yet?" Amo voiced his concerns.

"No need to eat, let’s go to the teahouse."

Watching his young master walk out, Amo could only follow behind, driving the carriage towards the teahouse.