"What's up?"

Ye Xiaotong looked at him and asked softly, her eyes full of trust.

Even she herself didn't know why she trusted this half-girl of the same age and was even a little superstitious.

"Is your father's debt true or false?"

Yan Feiyang looked straight into her pretty face and asked very seriously.

"Fake."

Ye Xiaotong answered without hesitation.

"I asked my mother, and she said she had never heard my father say such things. It is common for some economic transactions between them in business. My mother said that my father had used to turn over funds, but he never had so much money. How could Jiang Hongsheng and his family afford three million?"

This last sentence is extremely convincing.

How rich should a person who can lend three million?

At least there should be tens of millions of property.

You won’t lend money to others if you lose everything, right?

Ten million!

There has never been such a big boss in Wei Zhou's history.

Of course, perhaps a very small number of bosses such as Xiao Xiong have such property, but they are all in a secret state and will never be known to the outside world. However, those who can own ten million property will never be like Jiang Hongsheng.

"Then what legal documents are there that he took out? "

Li Wugui interrupted and asked.

"It's all fake, they're fake."

Li Wugui reminded: "It seems that there is your father's autograph and handprints on it."

Ye Xiaotong shook her head and said, "I'm not very clear about this, but my father must have never borrowed so much money from them, and it's even more impossible to betroth me... to that gangster... How could my father do that?"

"You don't know that some people are very powerful in Weizhou and can do any documents they want, and some people can identify them."

Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui looked at each other, and felt like a mirror in their hearts, knowing who Ye Xiaotong is referring to as "some people".

No matter what, Xiao Xiao is Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui's classmate, which is a very close relationship. What's more, Ye Xiaotong also witnessed the "intimacy" between Yan Feiyang and Xiao Xiao with his own eyes.

During this period, Xiao Xiao has almost become Yan Feiyang's shadow. She follows Yan Feiyang wherever she goes, without caring about the opinions of the teachers and classmates.

However, Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui both believed that Xiao Xiong could definitely do such a thing.

Without such means, why did Master Xiao rise in Wei Zhou?

Those who have accomplished great things in ancient times have never been careful of trivial matters.

"What are your family going to do?"

Li Wugui asked.

"I don't know... my mother is in poor health. We originally planned to leave Weizhou and live in the province. My aunt works in the province. But the family has no money and the money is left in the company and can't be withdrawn."

The so-called province actually refers to the provincial capital, which is the habit of Wei and Zhou people.

Li Wugui asked strangely: "Why can't the money be withdrawn from the company?"

"The account was frozen, saying that there was an economic dispute and the money could not be moved... In fact, this is all caused by some people. He is powerful, and everyone is afraid of him. Many employees in my father's company are afraid of him."

Ye Xiaotong said, looking quite helpless.

Yan Feiyang pondered for a while, nodded, and said, "Well, let's do it first, I'll take you home."

"Um……"

Ye Xiaotong nodded gently, and a strange light flashed across Wenxiu's little face.

"Where are you bicycle?"

Yan Feiyang looked around and didn't see Ye Xiaotong's bicycle.

"I don't ride a bicycle these days, I take the bus."

As for her current situation, taking a bus seems to be a little safer than riding a bicycle by herself. Those gangsters are a little worried about doing things on the bus.

"Then come up."

Yan Feiyang turned the car body.

Ye Xiaotong then sat on it gently. Although Yan Feiyang's bicycle was an ancient men's 28-year-old bicycle with a back seat of up to 80 cm, Ye Xiaotong was tall and slim, so she could easily sit on it. After hesitating, she reached out and gently wrapped around Yan Feiyang's waist.

Yan Feiyang pedaled under his feet and drove forward.

Li Wugui shook his head, and had to turn the front of the car and follow behind slowly.

The Ye family is different from the Xiao family. They do not live in the newly built wealthy communities, but in the suburbs of Weizhou, which is similar to that of Fenghuang Community, with a large yard.

"Is this your home?"

Seeing such a large yard, Yan Feiyang couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, this is my family's ancestral home. This is Donghe Village, and the other side of the river is Xihe Village..."

Yan Feiyang nodded slightly and said, "What are Jiang Hongsheng and the others' villages?"

"Well. You have a good memory..."

Ye Xiaotong whispered.

It seems that Jiang Hongsheng claimed once in the school canteen that he was from Xihe Village. It was noisy at that time, and only 99 out of a hundred people would not remember Xihe Village, but Yan Feiyang remembered it clearly.

"Do you know where Jiang Hongsheng lives at his home?"

Yan Feiyang looked at Hexi under the night, as if asking casually.

Ye Xiaotong was slightly shocked and said, "I know that their family lives by the river, not far from the bridge, and the largest yard on the left is his family."

Yan Feiyang nodded.

"Or why not sit at home for a while?"

Ye Xiaotong greeted tentatively.

"No, don't you still treat us to dinner tomorrow?"

Ye Xiaotong immediately said happily: "Did you agree?"

Yan Feiyang smiled and said, "Someone invited me to a meal, why didn't you agree?"

It was a rare joke.

"He looks so good when he smiles..."

Ye Xiaotong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and said in her heart.

After waiting for Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui's backs to disappear into the vast night, they could no longer see them. Ye Xiaotong, who was standing at the door watching, reluctantly entered his house and gently closed the door. Her steps suddenly became lighter.

Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui were not as relaxed as this.

Back at the restaurant, Li Wugui went straight into Yan Feiyang's room.

This old-fashioned family building is also a tube building from the 1970s and 1980s. It is quite old. Most of the employees of the original unit have moved into new homes, and most of the living in this building are outsiders.

Yan Feiyang and Li Buzui's family rented four rooms on the third floor, connected together. Yan Feiyang's room is in the center, with Li Buzui and his wife living on the left, and Li Wugui's bedroom on the right.

This is an arrangement that seems strange to outsiders. Logically, Li Buzui and his wife's room must be close to their own son. Now this arrangement is like Li Buzui and his family are protecting Yan Feiyang.

However, times are different, and no one thinks about those aspects.

Compared with the dilapidated appearance of this family building, Yan Feiyang's bedroom is much more exquisite, and the walls have been repainted. Although it is not luxurious, it is definitely not shabby. Against the wall is a very sturdy wooden bed, wardrobe, and sofa, all available. Under the window is a desk with shiny paint and 90% new. This is the new table Yan Feiyang bought when he first went to No. 1 Middle School. In front of the desk is a rattan chair, which is very exquisite in workmanship, and the paint is light and can be seen.

But this is not the most attractive.

The most eye-catching thing in this bedroom is a tall bookshelf filled with all kinds of books.

If an old student comes here, he will be stunned. Because more than 80% of the various books on the bookshelf are ancient books, very old thread-bound books. Many of them have long turned yellow. If they were not well-mounted, they would have been destroyed long ago.

Such bookshelf and countless ancient book-bound books would be fine if they appeared in the home of a well-educated scholar. However, the owner of this bedroom was a seventeen-year-old boy who was studying in the second grade of high school.

It really doesn't match this line-bound book.

If you see these ancient books, even if you are well-educated scholars, you will be shocked.

There are as many as nine classics on this bookshelves.

In addition, the "Qingnang Jing", "Black Purpose", "Burial Book" written by Guo Pu, "Aoyu" written by Yang Yunsong, and "Tianyu" are all listed on the shelf.

"Liu Ren Lesson", "Five Elements Essay Book", "Tuibei Tu", and "Bone Song" written by the ancestor of Tiangang; "Ziwei Doushu" written by the ancestor of Fuyaozi; "Tie Bu Shen Suan", "Ma Yi Xiangfa", and "The Oldest "He Tu Luo Shu" written by the ancestor of Fuyaozi; all of the bookshelfs are available on the shelves.

In addition to these easy-to-learning classics and physiognomy classics, there are rows of classics of traditional Chinese medicine and pharmacology on the bookshelf. All of them include "Huangdi Neijing", "Daily Classics", "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", "Shennong Bencai Jing", "Jinkui Yaolue", "Treatise on Warm Diseases", "Qianjin Prescriptions", "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Compendium of Materia Medica", and "Self-like" are all prepared.

Other masterpieces such as "Lingshu's Chronicles Fawei", "Lingshu's Meridians and Vein Wings", "Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Eight Meridians" are also very impressive.

Moreover, these ancient books are clean and free of dust. It can be seen that they are often read and are definitely not pretending to be here.

There was also a thick thread-bound book on the desk. I looked halfway through it, and I wrote many annotations in a red pen, which showed my serious reading.

In addition, a small table next to the desk and various small wood carvings, root carvings and stones carved on it are also eye-catching. But strangely, the carvings are not placed next to the common carving knives, but a heavy axe and an unusual wrist-removing knife. The cold light is shining and extremely sharp.

It seems that the owners of these carvings are carrying out carving work with these two tools.

In the middle of the small square table, there is a half-carved wooden carving, with rough lines and only a large carving.

Li Wugui has long been accustomed to all this. In his bedroom, there is also a bookshelves, a small square table and carved works. However, the books on the bookshelf are different, and the carved things are also different.

"How is it? Do you want to worry?"

As soon as he closed the door, Li Wugui asked, his expression as serious as ever.
Chapter completed!