442: Chapter 442 Old Acquaintance 442: Chapter 442 Old Acquaintance While Ye Chenfeng and his group were having dinner in Haowei Residence’s private room number eight, in the adjacent private room number seven, there was an old acquaintance of Ye Chenfeng.
During his trip to the border, Ye Chenfeng had encountered the middle-aged man Mao Kangping and had helped him a great deal, enabling him to establish a firm foothold in the border trading market.
This ti, Mao Kangping had suddenly co to Capital City for his son’s affairs.
His son, Mao Yajie, was twenty-two years old and a university student at a university in Capital City.
Mao Yajie had recently fallen for a girl from his school and had launched a relentless pursuit without a second thought, unaware that the girl was eyed by the local gang’s Crown Prince of Capital City, setting Mao Yajie on a path to his demise.
After the Crown Prince of the gang learned of Mao Yajie’s actions, he imdiately gathered a group of n to give Mao Yajie a beating.
Yet, still feeling unsatisfied, and after so investigation, he learned that Mao Yajie’s father did business in the border trading market and appeared to have so money in hand.
He promptly concocted an extortion sche, contacted Mao Kangping, and demanded he co to Capital City at once, or else he’d only be left to collect his son’s body.
Upon receiving the call, Mao Kangping took the first flight to Capital City.
He couldn’t just stand by and watch his son et his end, could he?
After his arrival in Capital City, Mao Kangping found out who he was dealing with: the Crown Prince, Sun Zhian of the Fiend Snake Club in Capital City.
The Fiend Snake Club was considered a third-rate gang in Capital City.
As it turned out, Sun Zhian and his son Mao Yajie were classmates at the sa university.
Mao Kangping knew that to ensure his son’s safety this ti, he would inevitably have to avert disaster by paying off the gang.
After all, he was unfamiliar with Capital City and lacked the strength to contend with the Fiend Snake Club.
He had no choice but to bow his head to them.
In private room number seven, Mao Kangping stood in silence.
In front of him was a round table with a young man in his twenties sitting in the center, his thigh occupied by a fashionably dressed woman.
This young man was none other than Sun Zhian, the Crown Prince of the Fiend Snake Club.
The woman sitting on Sun Zhian’s thigh was nad Hua Qiaoli, and she was the very girl Mao Yajie had been so desperately pursuing.
Standing behind Sun Zhian were seven sturdy n.
One of them, with a ferocious knife scar on his left face and known by the nickna Praying Mantis, was a minor head in the Fiend Snake Club.
He was notorious for being ruthless and saw this as an opportunity to curry favor with the Crown Prince, hoping to climb the ranks within the gang.
Sun Zhian’s eyes turned to a corner.
There sat a young man with disheveled hair, torn clothes, and a bruised face, his eyes vacant.
This young man was Mao Kangping’s son, Mao Yajie.
“Qiaoli, look at this loser, Mao Yajie.
You’re lucky you chose .
If you followed a guy like him, even if soone forced himself on you, he wouldn’t dare let out a fart,” Sun Zhian said with arrogance.
Sitting on Sun Zhian’s thigh, Hua Qiaoli spoke in a sickly sweet voice, “Zhian, I would never choose a man like Mao Yajie!
Before this, I didn’t even know his na; having such a man like is simply an insult.”
Mao Yajie, slumped in the corner, listening to the conversation between Sun Zhian and Hua Qiaoli, felt an uncontrollable rage rising within him.
He now realized he had been blind to have liked a disgusting woman like Hua Qiaoli, and to top it off, he had dragged his father into the ss.
“Let’s not waste any more ti.
What are your demands?” Mao Kangping finally spoke, not wanting to drag this out further.
Sun Zhian slid his hand over Hua Qiaoli’s chest and said, “Seeing as you are sowhat sensible, bring three million, and I won’t pursue the matter with your son any further.”
Three million?
A rush of anger surged in Mao Kangping at the ntion of the sum.
Although he had made so money at the border trading market, three million was not a small amount for him.
Nonetheless, between money and his son, he would surely choose the latter.
Just as he was about to agree, Mao Yajie, like a bull that had gone mad, suddenly stood up from the corner and roared at Sun Zhian, “Sun Zhian, don’t push people too far.”
Standing behind Sun Zhian, Praying Mantis, upon seeing Mao Yajie itching to make a move, rushed towards him imdiately.
He punched Mao Yajie in the stomach, and as Mao Yajie doubled over in pain, Praying Mantis followed up with an elbow strike to Mao Yajie’s face, causing blood to spurt from his nose.
Mao Kangping, seeing his son being beaten, hurriedly said, “Alright, alright, alright, I’ll give you three million, just stop now.”
“Five million,” Sun Zhian said coolly from his throat, his eyes locked on Mao Kangping, waiting for his response.
Mao Kangping knew Sun Zhian was jacking up the price on the spot and said, “Didn’t we agree on three million just now?
How did it suddenly increase by two million?”
“The price from before was for then, this is the price for now.
If you have to bla soone, bla your son for not knowing his place.
Who does he think he is?
If you can’t co up with five million today, neither you nor your son should expect to leave Capital City alive,” Sun Zhian was set on taking Mao Kangping, this outsider, for all he could.
Mao Kangping’s body stiffened, blood rushing to his face from his neck.
Sun Zhian was demanding an outrageous sum.
Mao Kangping’s mind couldn’t help but flash to Ye Chenfeng.
He had personally witnessed Ye Chenfeng’s thods in Xiyuan Town on the border, yet he was unaware of Ye Chenfeng’s true identity—he only knew Ye Chenfeng ca from Tianhai, not realizing that comrade Ye Chenfeng was in the very next private room.
With a slight sigh, Mao Kangping chose to compromise at last, “Fine, I can give you five million, but I only have four million five hundred thousand in my bank book.
I’ll try my best to gather the rest.
Can my son and I leave now?”
“Are you deaf?
Don’t you rember what I just said?
Transfer the four hundred sothing million to my bank card right now, and then you can make so calls and ask your relatives.
I don’t think this should be too hard for you,” Sun Zhian said with a smile.
With no other choice under Sun Zhian’s relentless pressure, Mao Kangping took out his phone and browsed through the contact list.
He knew all too well the true colors of his relatives—who would lend him five hundred thousand in one go?
Finally, the contact list stopped on Ye Chenfeng’s number.
Whether Ye Chenfeng was going to lend him the money or not, he was Mao’s only hope.
After pondering for a mont, he still pressed the call button.
Next door in private room eight, Ye Chenfeng had just finished dining and was about to leave with the Monkey and the others when his phone rang.
He pressed the answer button, and Mao Kangping’s voice ca from the other end, “Is this Mr.
Ye?
This is Mao Kangping, the one from the border trade market.”
After being reminded by the voice on the phone, Ye Chenfeng slowly recalled who Mao Kangping was and asked, “What’s bringing you to call out of the blue?
Did you run into so trouble?”
“Mr.
Ye, truth be told, I really didn’t want to ask you for help, but could you lend fifty thousand?
I’m currently in Capital City and urgently need so money,” Mao Kangping explained.
“Where are you in Capital City?” Ye Chenfeng inquired.
“Mr.
Ye, I’m at a restaurant called Haowei Residence in Capital City,” Mao Kangping said, not knowing what Ye Chenfeng intended and simply answering plainly.
Haowei Residence?
Could this world get any more coincidental?
Could I get another coincidence?
“Don’t tell you’re in Haowei Residence’s private room seven or nine?” Ye Chenfeng asked tentatively.
“Mr.
Ye, how did you know I’m in private room seven?” Mao Kangping beca even more confused.
(To be continued.
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