Yang Yang was startled. Wen Jiaren's words made him panic and pay a heavy price. He was only slightly injured, so why did he need to kill him so hard?
The injury was not serious, it was just a loss of face. The dignified secretary of the provincial party committee was actually beaten by a little-known person. What would happen if word spread?
"Misunderstanding, Mr. Wen, this is all a misunderstanding. I hope that Mr. Wen, your lord, will have enough time to let my Fu Wei go this time. I promise, we will turn around and leave the next time we see you, and we will never offend you, Mr. Wen.
"Whether Yang Yang is convinced or not, his son's life or death only depends on someone else's words. If someone says his son is guilty, he is guilty. If someone says his son is innocent, then his son is not guilty.
"Misunderstanding? Haha, you are a bit old, right? Why don't you let me give you a beating? Then I can also tell you about the misunderstanding?"
Yang and Yang's faces twitched. This matter is not easy to handle today. Where is the other party's identity? What should we do next?
"Mr. Wen, we know that everything is our fault. Please, Mr. Wen, please spare my Fu Wei this time. Mr. Wen, we will never forget your great kindness. Mr. Wen, all of you
We will compensate for the loss." Yang Hai felt very uncomfortable. It felt uncomfortable to beg for help in such a low voice.
"Oh, how much can you compensate? Let me tell you, I suffered such a serious injury, and the medical expenses will definitely not be small. Besides, in addition to the medical expenses, there is also my mental damage expenses. Together, these are
It depends on your sincerity."
Yang Yang was so depressed that he wanted to scold his mother. He had already sent greetings to all the eighteen generations of Wen Jiaren's ancestors in his heart. Serious injury? Damn it. How can this be called serious injury? With the way the other party behaved, there was no need to be hospitalized.
Both of them knew that they would be brutally slaughtered by the other party next. As for how many there would be, they didn't know. They only knew that they were frightened at this moment and secretly hoped that the other party would be merciful.
"Mr. Wen has made a price, and we will do our best to satisfy Mr. Wen." By now, Yang Hai knew that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.
"Well! For the sake of your sincerity, let's do this. The doctor said that my injury requires me to stay in the hospital for four days, which is 10 million yuan per day. In addition, you are willing to compensate me for mental damage.
10 million, adding up to 50 million, I will pretend this never happened." Wen Jiaren is short of money. If Yang Hai really agrees to give him 50 million, he will really consider minimizing the big deal.
Yang Hai and the others' eyes darkened when they heard this, and they almost fainted. The other lion opened his mouth and asked for 50 million.
How can they get 50 million? What's more, even if they can get it, they will definitely not agree. Wen Jiaren needs to be hospitalized for four days for such a minor injury? What the fuck.
At this moment, both Yang Hai and Yang Hai had the desire to kill people. They thought that the other party would ask for a maximum of one hundred and hundreds of thousands, so they gritted their teeth and gave it to them. However, they did not expect that the other party's heart was not ordinary greedy. He would ask for five dollars as soon as he opened his mouth.
Ten million.
"Mr. Wen, um, can it be less? We can't afford so much money." Yang Yang was on the verge of tears. He couldn't get out such a large sum of money even if he was killed.
"What? Isn't your son's life worth fifty million? If so, you have greatly disappointed me, and I believe you will also disappoint your son." Reason is on his side, and so is power.
Wen Jiaren did not want to make any concessions.
"Mr. Wen, please calm down. We really can't afford such a large sum of money. Even if we spend everything we have, we still can't fulfill Mr. Wen's wish. Mr. Wen, do you think we can reduce it a little more?" Yang Hai asked.
Suddenly, Yang Yang understood and understood the scene when he forced his elder brother to take more than 200,000 yuan to help the old man celebrate his birthday. The feeling of powerlessness was very uncomfortable.
Is this retribution? Even if it is, it comes too quickly.
"Well, in that case, let's go for 49.8 million, minus 200,000. If it's lower than this price, you don't need to negotiate anymore. I'm tired too. You go out and think about it carefully. However, I hope you don't
I have been thinking about it for too long, because I don’t know how my friends will treat your son. If they make your son lose his arms and legs, don’t blame me."
Yang Hai and the two were kicked out. Although they were very anxious, it seemed that the other party had decided to defeat them. Think about it, he is the secretary of the provincial party committee. Wanting to torture someone to death is not the same as trampling to death an ant?
After being kicked out of the ward, Yang Yang not only hated Wen Jiaren, but also hated Wen Jiaren's father. He was a dignified provincial party committee secretary, but he raised such a useless son. It seemed that he was worthy of being the provincial party committee secretary.
Not that much? It's definitely not a good bird.
Coincidentally, the Yang family and the Wen family seemed to have had an enmity in the previous life. Yang Xiaole had a quarrel with Pengcheng's Wentangjian, but Yang Fuwei was more outstanding and offended a bigger figure, the Provincial Party Committee Secretary.
"Second brother, what should we do now?" Yang Yang was so anxious that he was frightened by Wen Jiaren's last words. Time waits for no one. What if those people were really offended and his son was missing arms and legs?
?
"There's nothing I can do." Yang Hai took out a cigarette and lit one extremely irritably. This kind of thing was far beyond his ability.
Suddenly, Yang Yang seemed to have thought of something, and all he saw was a flash of light, and he slapped his thigh hard, "Why didn't I think of that? I'm so damn stupid."
"What do you think of?" Seeing hope and excitement flash across his third brother's face, Yang Hai was curious.
"Second brother, it was the cigarette in your hand that reminded me. I will go back to find Xiaole right now." The cigarette from the second brother Yang Hai really reminded Yang Yang. Yang Xiaole can afford the special offer. He should be unusual for ordinary people, or maybe he knows some people.
A powerful person.
Yang Hai was confused and just as he was about to ask questions, his third brother Yang Yang had already turned around and left. In desperation, he had no choice but to follow closely.
"Why are you looking for Xiao Le? Do you want to borrow money from him?" In the car, Yang Hai finally couldn't help but ask.
"Second brother, I don't know how to explain to you right now. I don't want to borrow money from Xiao Le, but I hope Xiao Le can help me."
Yang Hai frowned and asked: "Look for him, does he have any solution?"
Yang Yang was stunned, "I don't know, I can only give it a try." Only God knows whether it can help him, but now, he is placing all his hopes on Yang Xiaole.
He hurried to Yang Xiaole's villa. Yang Jiang and his wife happened to be in the villa, but Yang Xiaole was not there.
"Brother, do you know where Xiaole went?" Yang Yang was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. Could it be that he didn't even bother to help him? When he wanted to find Yang Xiaole, Yang Xiaole was not at home.
"He went out to play with Cheng Rui, what do you want from him? By the way, what's going on with Fu Wei?" Yang Jiang asked, feeling surprised that his third brother would look for his son.
"Brother, quickly, call Xiaole, I have something urgent to find him." Yang Yang didn't bother to explain. The top priority was to find Yang Xiaole.
"Third brother, don't be anxious. Tell me what's going on?" Yang Jiang said as he took out the phone. Although his third brother usually didn't treat him well, blood is thicker than water, and he was still thinking about it at the critical moment.
Help third brother.
"Brother, please find Xiao Le quickly. I'm afraid only Xiao Le can save Fu Wei now." Yang Yang was so anxious that he was sweating, but he didn't have Xiao Le's phone number, otherwise he would have called him early in the morning.
"Turn off the phone? Why is Xiaole's phone turned off?" When he received the reply that the other party had turned off the phone, Yang Jiang couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"What? Turn off the phone? Brother, if you call again, you must find him." Hearing that Yang Xiaole turned off his phone, Yang Yang jumped up. How could he turn off his phone at this time?
Yang Jiang nodded and called again, but the result was still the same. Yang Xiaole's phone was indeed turned off.
"You brat, why did you turn off your phone?" Now, it was confirmed that Yang Xiaole's phone was really turned off, and it would be useless to call him again.
"Where's Cheng Rui? Do you have her phone number?" Yang Hai asked. Compared to Yang Yang, he was relatively calm.
Yang Jiang shook his head. He didn't have Cheng Rui's phone number.
"Brother, did Xiao Le say where he was going to play?" Yang Yang rushed to Yang Jiang and grabbed Yang Jiang's arm. His move scared Yang Jiang.
"No, he just said he would take Cheng Rui around, but he didn't say where he was going."
"It's over, how could this happen? Is God really going to take care of me?" Yang Yang suddenly sat on the ground, looking extremely depressed and no longer as arrogant as before.
"Lao San, what's going on? Why are you looking for Xiao Le?" Yang Jiang, who was confused, had to figure this out.
Yang Yang suddenly bounced up from the ground again, "Brother, did Xiaole tell you something about him?"
Yang Jiang was stunned and asked: "What aspect are you referring to?"
"Career aspect."
"Oh, he told me. I only know that he found a good job. He seems to be working in some star, star, oh, by the way, at the Star Yun Club." Yang Jiang tried hard to recall what his son said to him.
What you said.
"Is it that simple?" Yang Yang's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.
"It's that simple. He didn't tell me anything else. Lao San, why did you say Xiao Le could save Fu Wei?" Yang Jiang didn't think there was anything outstanding about his son.
"Brother, you must help me this time, otherwise Fu Wei will be dead." Then, Yang Yang briefly explained the matter, including Wen Jiaren's request for 50 million.
Yang Jiang gasped when he heard this. Whether it was the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee or the number of fifty million, he was shocked. He never thought that his nephew Fu Wei was offending the son of the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee.
"Now we're in trouble." Only then did Yang Jiang realize the seriousness of the matter. For people like Wen Jiaren, face is very important. Hitting him would be tantamount to losing his face. He would never give up easily.
"Brother, you must help me." Yang Yang had no other choice and pinned all his hopes on Yang Xiaole. Of course, he still knew himself and knew that Yang Xiaole didn't care much about his third uncle.
"The third child is my brother. I will definitely help if I can. You asked so many things about Xiao Le. Do you want to borrow money from him? If so, I'm afraid he won't be able to help you. I'm afraid he is.
I can’t afford that much money.”
Yang Yang shook his head, how could he borrow money from Yang Xiaole? Fifty million, not five hundred or fifty thousand, with his current net worth only a few million, borrowing fifty million? He has no ability to pay back, and it is almost fifty million now.
At ten years old, how could he earn 50 million in his lifetime? It's impossible, and it's even more impossible to expect his son Fu Wei.
"Brother, have you noticed what kind of cigarette Xiaole smokes?" Yang Yang couldn't find Yang Xiaole for a while, and Yang Yang, who had nowhere to go, wanted to know more or get more comfort from his elder brother.
"I didn't pay much attention to it. What kind of cigarette is it?" Yang Jiang couldn't figure it out. What does his son smoke have to do with this matter?
"The cigarettes Xiao Le smokes are special cigarettes for national leaders. If he can smoke them, he must know some big shots." Yang Yang explained.
"You want Xiaole to rescue Fu Wei through his connections?" Yang Jiang finally understood.
Yang Hai also suddenly realized that he had been making trouble for a long time. Lao San was in a hurry to come back because of this matter. Undoubtedly, Lao San's approach was very risky. What if Yang Xiaole's cigarettes were bought through some kind of relationship to support the scene, instead of being like Lao San?
As said, Xiao Le knew a certain big shot in the capital.
Of course, having hope is better than having no hope, at least now there is something to look forward to.
Yang Jiang dialed his son's phone again, and received the answer that the phone was still turned off, "You bastard."
"Really, what are these grown men doing here? Go out and look for them when the phone is turned off. You can look for them separately. At least the chances are higher." Song Xuemei, who had not spoken yet, reminded.
A word woke up the dreamer, and Yang Yang secretly cursed himself as a pig. Why didn't he think of it? Instead of sitting here and waiting, it would be better to go out and try his luck. That way there would at least be a glimmer of hope.
"Okay, let's go out and look for him. Brother, let's call you." Anyway, everyone has a car and a phone, so it's convenient.
So, the three grown men hurriedly drove out in their cars, hoping to find Yang Xiaole on a certain road.
Where is Yang Xiaole at this time? At this time, he is sitting in the cinema with Cheng Rui watching a movie that makes him fall asleep.
It was Cheng Rui's suggestion to go to the movies. She wanted to go to the movies, saying that couples must go through the movie viewing process, and she didn't want to miss it.
When it comes to watching movies, Yang Xiaole has nothing to do. At least he has to find a blockbuster movie to see the action effects, rather than these romance and love movies. In four words, they are boring.
After entering the theater, Yang Xiaole didn't even notice that his phone was turned off. It was shut down due to lack of power. He had made many calls in the past two days, first for his father's birthday, and then for his grandma's birthday. He was so tired that even his phone ran out of battery.
Not even aware of it.
Cheng Rui looked like a happy little woman nestled in Yang Xiaole's arms. She was so satisfied at the moment and really hoped that this happy time could last forever.