Chapter 439 Xiaobei’s friends

"You must be in trouble."

Lin Fan also looked over: "Let's go after everyone has dispersed. There are many people now."

"Okay!" Wu Chuan nodded.

At the same time, in the back seat of the Passat.

"Humph, this Yan Cheng is just a scumbag. He has one million in his hand, so what's wrong with giving him 800,000 as a gift? He's so stingy, how can he live his life after getting married!" Chen Meng snorted coldly:

"I asked him who was more important, my parents or me, and he actually said I was unreasonable! A scumbag!"

"Fortunately, Mengmeng, you pulled back from the cliff in time and turned around to go home." The bridesmaid next to her smiled:

"The most important thing is that you didn't get the certificate, otherwise, your whole life will be ruined in the hands of a poor loser like Yan Cheng!"

This bridesmaid is Chen Meng's best friend, and they have a deep relationship.

"Yes, thank you for my foresight!" Chen Meng nodded.

"By the way Mengmeng, if you don't get out of the car, it's equivalent to not marrying Yan Cheng. Will you pay back the 168,000 yuan as a gift?" the bridesmaid asked again.

"Give it back? Give it back!"

Chen Meng rolled his eyes: "Although I, Chen Meng, am not as beautiful as a star, I am not bad at all. I have been with that poor loser Yan Cheng for three years, and the 168,000 yuan should be used as breakup fee!"

"And one hundred and sixty-eight thousand is far from enough! After all, all my youth was wasted on him!"

At the end of the sentence, Chen Meng sneered, and a plan gradually emerged in his mind.

...

In Yanjia Village, most of the villagers watching the excitement have dispersed.

In the hall of a mud house, two people were sitting on two wooden chairs.

A man and a woman, both around fifty years old.

However, because they have been doing farm work for a long time, both of them have dark faces, wrinkles on their faces, and calluses on their hands. They look like they are in their sixties.

These two people are Yan Cheng's parents, Yan Dashan and Zhang Guiru.

"Xiaocheng, where is Xiaomeng? Why didn't you come home?"

Seeing Yan Cheng coming back alone with tears in the corners of his eyes, Zhang Guiru quickly asked, "She is still waiting to see her daughter-in-law!"

"Mengmeng said she can't come because the gift money is not enough." Yan Cheng looked frustrated.

"Not enough? What's going on? We sold all the old scalpers in our family, and combined with our life savings, we finally managed to collect 168,000. We agreed to marry her, but at the critical moment, why is the gift money not enough?"

Yan Dashan asked hurriedly while holding the pipe.

"Just now, Mengmeng said that she would have to add 800,000 yuan before she would marry her!" Yan Cheng said.

"Eight hundred thousand..."

Yan Dashan opened his mouth and his eyes widened. Eight hundred thousand was an astronomical figure for him, a farmer who had faced the loess and turned his back to the sky all his life.

You should know that the annual net income from farming at home is less than 10,000 yuan.

Eight hundred thousand, he couldn't even think about it.

"Eight hundred thousand!"

Zhang Guiru was also dumbfounded: "Didn't we already negotiate for 168,000 yuan? Why do we need another 800,000 yuan!"

"Oh, maybe he is interested in the one million my brother gave me!"

Yan Changcheng sighed, with despair on his face: "I already gave her 168,000 yuan before. If I give her another 800,000 yuan, it will be more than 900,000 yuan, almost one million! We, a peasant family, can get a million yuan in gift money."

Come to conclusion?"

"Xiaocheng, Mengmeng wants 800,000 yuan, just give it to her! Getting married is a big deal!" Yan Dashan said anxiously.

"How can that be done? My brother called me that one million to give you two elders pension money. I can't use it!"

Yan Cheng immediately said: "Even if I am a bachelor for the rest of my life, I won't be able to give Mengmeng a million as a gift!"

"You two have worked hard for me all your life and finally managed to collect more than 100,000 yuan as a gift. I can't even use your pension money... Then, what's the difference between me and the beast?"

As he spoke, tears fell from Yan Cheng's eyes.

"Retirement care? We are already half buried in the ground, so what else do we need to provide for ourselves... As parents, we just want to see you get married and have children. This is a big deal..."

Yan Dashan smoked his pipe and said earnestly. His eyes were dim and he blamed himself. If he knew how to make money, how could he let his son suffer like this? How could he be embarrassed in front of the whole village?

But he is a farmer and doesn’t know any Chinese characters. How can he make money?

Zhang Guiru kept wiping tears from the side: "I guess from today on, our family will be laughed at in the village... Sigh!"

Ta-ta-ta!

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside.

Yan Cheng looked over and saw five people standing outside.

The leader is a young man, with a slightly thin figure, giving people the impression of a frail scholar. There is a faint and peculiar temperament emanating from his whole body.

Next to him stood a young man with a stern hair, and behind him were three big men in suits.

These three big men had a cold aura emanating from their whole bodies. After entering the room, they stood on both sides, motionless. One glance made Yan Cheng tremble, and he instantly understood that these people were not simple.

"Are you guys?"

Yan Cheng asked curiously, looking at the young man.

This young man stood at the front, and the others all looked like they were headed by him.

"Introduce yourself, Lin Fan, a friend of Yan Bei."

Lin Fan smiled slightly.

"My brother's friend?" Yan Cheng's eyes lit up.

"Where's Xiaobei? Why didn't he come?"

"How is Xiaobei doing now?"

Yan Dashan and Zhang Guiru both asked one after another, with worried faces on their faces.

"Xiao Bei, he..."

Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell his family about Xiaobei. After all, this matter could not be kept secret.

Lin Fan was about to speak.

Rumble…

Suddenly, there was the sound of an engine outside.

I saw seven or eight ghost-fire motorcycles driving over and stopping in a neat row. There were two or three people sitting on each vehicle. At a glance, there were more than twenty people.

All of them had colorfully dyed hair and looked like gangsters. Some of them were blatantly holding machetes and iron bars in their hands.

The leader was also a young man with red hair, a gold necklace hanging around his neck, and a watermelon knife tightly clutched in his hand. After getting off the car, he shouted:

"Where's Yan Cheng? Get out of here!"

Seeing these people, Yan Cheng's parents' expressions changed with fright. Yan Cheng also trembled all over. He walked up to the red-haired young man and said with an apologetic smile:

"Brother Xiao!"

This red-haired young man, named Chen Xiao, is the village tyrant of several nearby villages and is also Chen Meng’s brother.

"Haha, don't get too close to me!"

Chen Xiao sneered and put the back of the watermelon knife directly on Yan Cheng's neck:

"I came here for one purpose, to ask for money."

"You want money? Brother Xiao, what money?"

Yan Cheng's face turned pale and he did not dare to move.

"What money? My sister has been with you for so many years, and she has wasted so much time on you. She must have a breakup fee!" Chen Xiao said expressionlessly:

"In addition, today, you and my sister are not married. This matter has already caused a stir in several nearby villages. My sister has lost her face. How can she get married in the future?"
Chapter completed!