CHAPTER 742: CHAPTER 717 VENTILATION AND REPORTING

Liu Huili held the child, her daughter had a fever again.

Fan Jianguo felt the last hundred or so yuan in his pocket.

The second day after he was discharged, unable to pay the rent, the lease was terminated, and the store was already closed, with all the goods being sold off.

However, after estimating, even if all the goods were dealt with, it wouldn’t be enough to cover all the debts.

He went to his mother-in-law’s house to ask for the money back, but the couple was kicked out by Liu Huili’s family.

Mother-in-law said, a married daughter is like water thrown out.

Liu Huili had no relation to their family anymore, and the mother-in-law refused to admit she took the money from the store.

Liu Huili cried until she collapsed, and Fan Jianguo could only take her home.

But what could be done, the money couldn’t be reclaimed.

Those debts were all owed to state-owned factories, if not repaid, they would surely sue him.

His sister and brother-in-law brought ten thousand yuan.

Fan Jianguo reassured his sister that everything was fine, his store had no problems.

This was not something to blame his sister and brother-in-law for.

To avoid going to jail, Fan Jianguo could only sell off valuable items at home.

Sold everything that could be sold.

Finally, he managed to repay all the factory debts, and paid the workers’ wages.

The couple now only had a hundred or so yuan left at home, but the child was sick again.

Fan Jianguo helplessly handed over the hundred or so yuan to the fee office, no matter what, the child’s illness had to be treated first.

For so many years, Fan Jianguo hadn’t felt the sting of lacking money, but suddenly, he was back to square one, with not a penny in hand.

Watching Liu Huili hold the child and cry softly.

Even if Fan Jianguo blamed Liu Huili in his heart, at this moment he could only remain silent.

...

The phone in the room rang.

Brother Yong lazily picked up the phone.

"Why call? Just come over, then I can see my son."

"Stop talking nonsense, those two kids are back now, you and your men better retreat quickly, hide as far away as possible, don’t come looking for me. If people find out the baby in my belly is yours, this child won’t survive."

"You better give birth to my son, I’ll send you money, you don’t need to worry about anything else."

Brother Yong hung up the phone, his gaze vicious; these Jiang family people are like fiends, they just won’t die.

He touched one of his eyes, which was thanks to Song Moting.

Even the three-year-old kid from the family could be so troublesome.

Even managed to find their way back.

God truly favors this family.

Don’t look at how it’s just been a few short months, Brother Yong is no longer the same.

In the past three months, his business had earned over a million.

In this era, making over a million in a few months, not to mention the money he spread among his underlings.

If the boss wasn’t generous these past two years, how would the underlings be willing to follow him?

Moreover, his underlings are now different from before; no longer just a few useless thugs, he now had some savvy and tough lieutenants.

Originally, things were going smoothly and on track, earning money was going well.

Who knew Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao would show up again; thinking about Song Moting, Brother Yong felt suffocated.

His blind eye was caused by Song Moting, anything involving him was never good.

Did he have the guts to take on Song Moting?

Not at all!

He knew his own limits; when Song Moting dealt with them, upon discovering Song Moting’s identity, he had already investigated him.

Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song’s background, he truly couldn’t move Song Moting.

To dare touch Song Moting meant facing the Song family; one word from Old Sir Song, it wouldn’t be just a matter of a warrant.

It would probably be a relentless pursuit to catch him.

He knew he wasn’t capable of fighting these families in his current state.

He could only quietly hold back; he would certainly seek revenge, but not now.

"Alright, move all our goods away, we need to change locations soon."

Brother Yong instructed his men to take action.

He was not the same Brother Yong as before; after the last incident, he understood the principle of having multiple places of refuge.

This wasn’t his only base, and when the time was right, he would pull out from here.

If not for Fang Xiaohui and the child, he wouldn’t stay here.

Did he have feelings for Fang Xiaohui?

That’s bullshit!

Brother Yong was old enough that he’d long become indifferent about women.

With money, what woman couldn’t he find? Fang Xiaohui wasn’t enough to make him infatuated.

Besides, this woman always acted so proud and aloof.

How much she despised him wasn’t hard to see; you’d have to be blind not to notice Fang Xiaohui’s disdain in her eyes.

He cared about his child, his bloodline.

As long as Fang Xiaohui gave birth safely, Brother Yong would naturally protect her.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be helping her with these things.

Brother Yong never married or had children, having a child would at least satisfy his parents beneath the earth.

Moreover, after doing so many bad things, he never expected any good karma.

He didn’t know how he’d die someday, but having a child with his blood to continue his legacy in the world.

Like most men, Brother Yong valued this child a lot.

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Ruomei nervously clutched her coarse cloth bag, inside were clothes, water, and steamed buns prepared for leaving home to work.

Xiao Huang told them the truck wouldn’t stop for eating or drinking until they reached the factory.

They had to learn to endure; they were locked in the back of a broken-down truck.

The back of the truck had panels fixed, no one was allowed to stand, a canvas was draped over, nothing could be seen.

The truck bounced along the way, she had to keep her back and bent legs in a V-shape to fix herself in a corner of the truck bed, to avoid rolling from one end to the other.

There was no chance of seats in the truck bed.

They were squeezed into a space together, but the space made it very difficult to control their bodies.

Sleeping was impossible; if she relaxed, she’d be rolling on the floor of the rough and hard truck bed.

Ruomei was a bit scared, but her decision was firm.

Daxing went to the city for work two years ago; he promised to bring her over, but who knew, he married a woman from the city and could stay there forever, becoming a city person.

Ruomei’s dreams and pride were shattered.

The village held nothing worth staying for anymore.

If Daxing could marry a city person, she could too!

She aimed to find a wealthy man, or a worker would do; the villagers said Ruomei was very beautiful.

If someday she married a rich city man, she’d find Daxing and humiliate him. Then, he’d regret his lies and betrayal dearly.