Free Web NovelChapter 3849: Chapter 3837: Playing the Underworld Game, Huh?
After saying that one sentence, Lin Yi didn’t speak again.
Even if Wu Xiaomei didn’t open the door, they could still use legal means to force it open.
All he needed to do was wait here.
"Click—"
Right at that moment, the door opened, a crack appearing, and a woman in a cotton nightdress showed up at the doorway.
"Give it a little time, we don’t have any money at home right now. I’ll pay you when we have it."
"But it’s already been dragged out for many days. I tried to contact you before, but your phone wouldn’t connect. I want to know what you mean by this," Feng Zhengxiang said:
"I don’t want to keep wrangling with you either. If you really care about that few thousand yuan, then just give me 33,000. That should be okay this time, right?"
Seeing Feng Zhengxiang take a step back, Lin Yi glanced at Wu Xiaomei.
"Back then, you all agreed to the 33,000 in compensation. It was just because of the extra 7,000 that you said your family couldn’t come up with it and wanted to delay for a few days. Now we’re dropping that part, just pay the 33,000."
Wu Xiaomei’s expression turned strange.
"Now we don’t even have 33,000. Just wait a bit more, we really don’t have any money at home."
"Ms. Wu, you all agreed to pay this money at the start, and now you’re going back on it. That’s not right, is it?" Zhao Yuhuan said.
"But we really don’t have any money. Even if you kill me, it won’t help."
With that, Wu Xiaomei grabbed the door handle, trying to close it, but Lin Yi stopped her with one hand.
"Ms. Wu, you need to understand how serious this is. If you refuse to compensate, the court has the right to seize your house. Losing something that big over this little bit of money—do you think that’s worth it?"
"Are you trying to force me to my death?!"
Out of nowhere, Wu Xiaomei’s emotions collapsed. She slumped down at the doorway and burst into loud sobs.
"If you keep forcing me, I’ll just die."
Faced with this, none of the three showed any sympathy on their faces.
On the contrary, they felt this person was a bit vile, making it seem like they were the bad guys.
"What the hell are you doing! Bullying my wife, is that it?!"
Just then, an angry shout came from inside the house.
They saw a disheveled man come out from inside, crouch down, and help Wu Xiaomei up.
The man’s appearance caught all three of them off guard; at first they’d thought only Wu Xiaomei was at home.
"Since you’re here, we’ll talk to you. As a man, it’s not appropriate to have a woman come out and handle this kind of thing."
"Didn’t my wife already say it? We don’t have money for you right now. What are you still hanging around here for?!"
"You’ve at least got to give us a timeframe. You just say ’no money’—are we supposed to wait till hell freezes over?"
The man’s face darkened.
"Are you fucking done yet!" the man cursed, then said:
"Let me tell you, we don’t have a single cent. We’re not paying this money. The letter of forgiveness is signed, and you still want money from us? Are you brain damaged or what! Get lost, or I’ll kill you!"
Lin Yi’s eyes narrowed.
"So you want to play that street-thug game, huh."
"Let me tell you, when I was running the streets, you were still in split crotch pants. We’re not giving a single cent! If you come harass us again, I’ll smash up your noodle shop."
Feng Zhengxiang panicked a little and looked at Lin Yi, not knowing what to do for the moment.
The man helped his wife back inside, then came to the doorway again. This time he had a fruit knife in his hand, pointing it at Lin Yi.
"Get out! If I see you again, I’ll kill you! Don’t think I’m scared of you just because you’re a Journalist!"
Thud!
Lin Yi didn’t say a word; he drove a kick into the man.
The huge impact sent him flying backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"If you want to play that underworld game, I’ll play along. You can come find me anytime, I’ll go all the way with you," Lin Yi said:
"But I’m telling you openly, you must pay back Feng Zhengxiang’s money. Otherwise the court will come and seize your house. Think about how you want to handle it yourselves, and don’t say I didn’t warn you."
Leaving those words behind, Lin Yi turned and looked at Zhao Yuhuan and Feng Zhengxiang.
"Let’s go."
Now that things had reached this point, there was no meaning in going on.
The three of them left and went back to Feng Zhengxiang’s noodle shop, solving lunch there while they were at it.
"Comrade Journalist, what do you think we should do now? Even if he pays me back, what if he retaliates against me afterward?"
"Just call the police. We live in a law-based society now; there’s no way they’ll let scum like this keep swaggering around," Zhao Yuhuan said.
"But even if I call the police, they might not catch him, and the case will just drag on and on. In the end the losses still fall on me."
"Lin Bro, help him think of something."
"Don’t rush it. First see whether he pays or not. We’ll deal with the rest slowly."
"Got it."
The two of them ate noodles in the shop. Feng Zhengxiang didn’t plan to take their money, but Lin Yi insisted on paying.
Leisurely, Lin Yi drove back to the station.
"You head home first, I’ve got a few other things to do."
Zhao Yuhuan looked at Lin Yi. "Lin Bro, you’re not going back to settle scores with that guy, are you? I feel like he can’t beat you."
"I’m just a wage earner. How could I do something like that."
"Right, right, you must remember, you’re just a wage earner. You absolutely can’t get physical with people. If something really happens, they’ll definitely go after you, and the station won’t help you."
"I’m a grown man, and I need a little girl to teach me?" Lin Yi said with a smile:
"Go get busy with your own stuff."
"Mm-mm, got it."
Zhao Yuhuan got out of the car, and Lin Yi drove over to Yan Ci’s company.
When he arrived, she was in a meeting with her staff, so Lin Yi waited in her office the whole time.
A little after two in the afternoon, Yan Ci came in, heels clicking, gliding in gracefully.
"The naming rights pulled in 1.09 billion. Director Lin should be very busy at a time like this—what brings you to me?" Yan Ci laughed, then swung one leg over and sat astride Lin Yi’s lap, hooking her arm around his neck, especially seductive.
"I came to ask a favor. With a budget of five million, can you get in touch with Zhou Shen and Mao Yi?"
"I can get hold of half."
"You can get one of them?"
"No, half of one person. Do you want the upper half or the lower half?"
Lin Yi laughed and gave Yan Ci’s waist a squeeze.
"You should have connections with them. If you’re the one asking, what would be a reasonable fee?"
"A friendship price of ten million per person, and that’s still subject to their schedule. So your five million can only bring in half a person," Yan Ci said:
"But this show really is getting a lot of attention right now. Tons of artists in the circle are talking about it. After all, all you big shots from the capital circle have invested in it. A lot of people are interested. If you sit down and really talk with the two of them, you should be able to knock the price down a bit. But five million really is too little; you’ve at least got to make it up to them somehow. Money you owe is easy to pay back; favors you owe are hard to return."
