The sight of the four n outside the door, standing with their hands in front like bodyguards, made everyone in the courtyard pause, and then they couldn't help but want to laugh.
In this day and age, real big shots often keep a low profile unless absolutely necessary.
Those who make such a flamboyant entrance are usually not the truly powerful ones.
Soon, a man dressed in a cotton-padded jacket, looking like a wealthy person from the last century, got out of the car.
He sported a buzz cut, had an average appearance, and seed to be around forty.
His forehead bore three wrinkle lines, his right hand twirled two balls that looked like jade, his left hand held a cigar between his index and middle fingers, and he wore a faint smile.
"This is Mr. Du's residence, right?" The man walked in nonchalantly, glancing around and smiling, "Rich people do have impressive houses!"
Du Qingyue furrowed her brows slightly, stepped forward, and said, "What do you want?"
She was the only "Du" present, so there was no doubt he was here for her.
The man smacked his forehead as though just realizing Du Qingyue was there, "Oh, Mr. Du is here! You rember , right?
I'm Guan Xiangyong, the brothers on the street give face, calling Brother Yong.
For a big shot like Mr. Du, just call Xiao Yong."
With that, he cupped his hands, bent his waist, showing a very humble posture.
"No need for introductions, just get to the point." Du Qingyue said coldly.
Guan Xiangyong didn't mind, he pulled out a folded A4 paper from his sleeve and laid it in front of Du Qingyue after unfolding it.
Xiao Feng glanced at the content; it was a loan contract, amounting to five hundred thousand, with the borrower being Du Zhixiang.
"As per the contract, with principal and interest together, you owe six hundred ninety thousand. But since I'm here, I can't but give Mr. Du face, so just give six hundred fifty thousand." Guan Xiangyong said cheerfully.
Du Qingyue's face turned icy, "Chase after whoever borrowed it."
"That's not how it goes; children pay their father's debts, that's the rule. It's year-end, we need to celebrate the New Year, right?" Guan Xiangyong said politely.
"Didn't tell when borrowing, but co to for repaynt, is that reasonable?"
Guan Xiangyong's expression changed, his smile faded, and he said sullenly, "Let be blunt, if it wasn't for Mr. Du, I wouldn't have lent Du Zhixiang a penny.
Besides, we're not dealing for the first ti, if you don't repay, you know what ans I have."
"Ha! The sa old posting ads tactic?" Du Qingyue replied dismissively, "I publicly announced months ago that anyone lending him money should not co to .
So, today, you won't get a penny."
Rogues naturally have rogue tactics, and Guan Xiangyong previously plastered Lanyue Group with ads saying "President Du Qingyue's father, Du Zhixiang, defaulting debts."
For the sake of corporate and personal image, Du Qingyue could only choose to pay.
But now it's different, posting at Lanyue Group ans nothing to Du Qingyue.
Posting on her ho wall... well, it ans Guan Xiangyong doesn't want to live anymore.
"If we don't get the money, then we'll spend the New Year at Mr. Du's house." Guan Xiangyong tilted his head, took a puff from his cigar, fully embodying a rogue.
However, just as he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his hand, and the contract slipped out, yet it didn't fall to the ground.
Xiao Feng held the contract in front of him, sneered, "What nonsense."
With that, he crumpled the contract into a ball and tossed it towards the busy chef, Lao Ha.
Lao Ha didn't attempt to catch it but moved the pot from the stove aside, letting the paper ball fall into the fire.
Witnessing the contract being burned, Guan Xiangyong disregarded the pain in his hand and the magic by which the contract appeared in Xiao Feng's hand.
He glared at Xiao Feng with eyes seemingly about to spew fire, face twisted with rage, shouting, "You son of a..."
Before he could finish the word "bitch," Hui Shiba dashed forward and slapped him across the face.
"Clap!"
The sound was crisp and loud.
"Ah!"
Guan Xiangyong let out a miserable cry and spun around before falling to the ground.
At the door, four bodyguards by the car, seeing their boss getting hit, grabbed weapons from the trunk.
Two held machetes, two had steel pipes, and charged in yelling.
Hui Yi and the others looked at each other but had no intention of helping.
They were entirely confident those four weren't opponents for Hui Shiba.
Then, at that mont, sirens rang.
Di Junxiong, clad in a uniform, stood at the door, showing identification, and opened his body cara with righteousness, shouting, "Drop your weapons, nobody move, police!"
The four ard bodyguards, ready for action, were frightened on the spot, quickly dropping machetes and pipes, squatting with their hands on their heads.
However, judging by their expressions and actions, they seed not overly panicked, apparently quite accustod to such situations.
After controlling the scene, Di Junxiong asked, "What's happening here?"
Xiao Feng glanced at Lao Ha, tilting his head.
Lao Ha took the dish off the stove, wiped his hands with an apron, switched to a look almost in tears, and wailed, "Our savior is here! Officer, had you not arrived in ti, we might have been hacked to death!"
Di Junxiong ignored Lao Ha, turned to the four squatting individuals, and asked, "Who's the leader here?"
"." Guan Xiangyong raised his hand, half his face swollen, blood at the corner of his mouth, "I had no choice; they owe debts but don't pay, even hit .
I brought people just to scare them. Nowadays, who really dares to hack people? Isn't that right?"
Lao Ha quickly interjected, "Officer, he says we owe him money; have him present the evidence."
"Exactly." Di Junxiong nodded in agreent, "Do you have any evidence?"
"I do; they even burned my contract earlier, luckily I have a backup." Guan Xiangyong gritted his teeth.
He then turned to Xiao Feng, sneering, "How about it, bet you didn't expect that?"
Truth be told, those borrowing from Guan Xiangyong were usually desperate, unable to secure loans from legitimate channels.
Such people might tear contracts apart and swallow them, turning debts into bad debts.
Thus, Guan Xiangyong set himself a rule, never carrying original contracts when out to collect.
Xiao Feng initially had no intention to pay him heed, but seeing his apprentice nod to the law enforcent cara on his chest, he spoke, "Don't twist the facts here, who destroyed your contract, what contract, we've never seen one."
"Doesn't matter if you haven't seen it; if you want to, I can show it to you anyti." Guan Xiangyong said darkly.
Di Junxiong interjected, "Everyone keep quiet; soon, you'll co with to the station to clarify the situation."
With that, he made a call to summon reinforcents.
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