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Fang Zhiyu sat down on the sofa and said irritably, "So what do you think we should do? Should we find jobs or start a business?" She could still manage with the sofa, but if she lost the little over a hundred thousand she had left, she would be back to the days of making bed boards a few months ago. She was truly afraid of that; she didn't want to live in poverty again.
"How about we rent a building and get into the rental business? When we were renting rooms before, there were so many places available. This shows that there are many people looking for rentals in Pingyuan County. If we rent an entire building and become second-hand landlords, we might not make as much money as running a business, but it's much safer with almost no risk. We can just take a few days at the end of each month to collect rent. This kind of business sounds great!" Chen Haorong suggested.
"Listening to you, it sounds pretty good! Let's become second-hand landlords then! But this time, we have to be honest about it. If we spend all that money again, we'll have to go back to working jobs. If that happens, I'd rather jump off a building," Fang Zhiyu reminded him. They had tried business many times before and lost everything each time. If they failed again, she might really be unable to handle the blow and consider jumping.
On January 5th, Yang Lin brought over a hundred subordinates and several designers to Furniture City to buy furniture needed for their entertainment venue. The more than a hundred subordinates he brought along were both his underlings and waitstaff; he wanted them to help move the furniture. Yang Lin's subordinates all arrived in large Big Windmills, while the designers came in vans. As for Yang Lin, being the leader, he naturally drove a BMW and they stopped at the entrance of the largest Furniture City in Pingyuan County.
Once the car stopped, Yang Lin got out and stood by the roadside. His subordinates quickly got out and lined up in front of him, waiting for his orders.
As all his subordinates lined up neatly, Yang Lin couldn't help but think to himself, "Being the boss feels great."
"I'm having you all help move furniture today. The designers beside me will tell you which furniture they need, and you will load it onto the truck carefully. Do you all understand?" Yang Lin shouted at his subordinates.
"Understood!" The roar of over a hundred people was quite loud, causing everyone inside Furniture City to feel their ears ringing.
Chen Haorong happened to be across the road looking for houses when he heard the loud shouting from across the street. Curious, he turned to look and saw a group of people dressed in various colors gathered at the entrance of Furniture City. He wondered if they were gangsters causing trouble.
One Female Designer beside Yang Lin suddenly pointed across the street and shouted loudly, "Boss, that guy in a suit and tie over there is the one who caused trouble for your business a few days ago." This Female Designer hated Chen Haorong because during the chaos caused by those thugs a few days ago, Chen Haorong had taken advantage of her. Thankfully, he hadn't gone further than that. Now that Yang Lin and his crew were present and had spotted Chen Haorong, it was time for revenge.
The Female Designer's shout was so loud that even Chen Haorong across the street heard it clearly. He was stunned at first but then suddenly remembered that this was the woman he had taken advantage of a few days ago. Realizing this, he turned around and ran; facing over a hundred people alone was impossible even for an expert—there was no way he would just stand there waiting for death.
Yang Lin waved his hand dramatically and shouted with great authority, "Chase after him! Don't let him escape!"
Number 100 charged fiercely towards Chen Haorong, causing him to break into a cold sweat after only a few steps, terrified.
Although five or six years ago, Yang Lin and his group might not have been able to catch up with Chen Haorong, that was no longer the case. Since starting his business, Chen Haorong had rarely exercised, driving everywhere instead. The only physical activity he enjoyed was rolling around in bed. In contrast, Yang Lin and his crew, now in their prime, had been training whenever they had the chance, making them stronger than when they were delinquents. Catching up with the overweight Chen Haorong was just a matter of time.
After running for ten minutes, Yang Lin and his group caught up with Chen Haorong. Yang Lin's underlings surrounded him completely, making Chen Haorong tremble in fear. This was no exaggeration; if you found your enemy and had them surround you with a hundred people, you would understand what that felt like.
One of Yang Lin's underlings cleared a path for him to approach Chen Haorong. Breathing heavily, Yang Lin said, "You think you can just smash my business and get away with it? Let me tell you! No way." Yang Lin intended to extort Chen Haorong. He wouldn't dare extort an ordinary person, but someone like Chen Haorong was different; extorting him was a service to the community.
The female designer who had just recognized Chen Haorong ran over barefoot, holding a pair of high heels. She approached Yang Lin and said, "Boss, you have to help me get revenge. This thug took advantage of me during the chaos when he smashed your business a few days ago. Boohoo..."
Initially, seeing Chen Haorong in a designer suit led Yang Lin to consider him the leader of thugs and plan to beat him up before extorting several thousand Renminbi for his underlings' meals. However, upon hearing the female designer's words, he became angry. He believed that someone as shameless as Chen Haorong didn't deserve sympathy, so he decided to set the extortion amount at one hundred thousand Renminbi.
Yang Lin pointed at the female designer and said to Chen Haorong, "Do you know who she is? She's my sister! How dare you take advantage of her? You! You're quite bold; tell me how we should resolve this." Extortion requires sufficient justification! Thus, Yang Lin temporarily recognized the female designer as his sister.
Chen Haorong's voice trembled as he replied, "Big brother, whatever you say goes."
Yang Lin waved his hand and shouted at his underlings, "Brothers, give him a good beating but don’t kill him; I still have use for him."
Suddenly, the hundred people surrounded Chen Haorong, and screams echoed from the crowd, each one weaker than the last. Five minutes later, Chen Haorong heard someone say, "Alright, stop hitting him." Yang Lin stopped his underlings from continuing to beat Chen Haorong; if they kept going, he might pass out and die.
Yang Lin approached Chen Haorong again and looked down at him lying on the ground in a pitiful state. "Now we need to discuss compensation. You smashed my business and caused me significant losses; that's minor compared to what you did by taking advantage of my sister. Do you understand? Because of you, my sister has been suffering every night lately; the doctor says she has depression. You could say you've ruined her life. Compensation is certain; I see you're not a wealthy man—let's settle on one hundred thousand Renminbi! When will you give me the money? Then I'll let you go."
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