0p0 Chapter 352: Mind your own business
Chapter 352: Mind your own business
He has always known what people in the circle say about him. He is very angry at those who say that but he has no way to shut them up.
Some even said that after Grandpa Zhan passed away, the Zhan family, with only the two siblings left, would become the last of the four major families or drop out of one of the four major families, and go from being a top family among the four major families in Beijing to an ordinary top family.
Although he had never refuted these words in front of others, they were deeply imprinted in his mind and he had never forgotten them. Otherwise, he would not have been swayed by Su Xinrong's pillow talk several times.
After several months of physical recuperation, Mr. Fu from the Fu family is in better physical condition than before, and he has made up his mind to hand over the position of the next head of the Fu family to Fu Tinghao.
The Fu family, one of the four major families, will usher in a new and old head of the family in three months. This news spread as soon as it came out.
Lin Zhebang looked at the news in his hand: Yun Jiuxi's golden elixir is extremely popular. Not only is it in short supply in China, but many people from abroad also come to buy it.
There were also other authoritative medical seminars that invited her to attend the meeting as an expert. The status of that person was actually higher than his own. He was so angry that he smashed the cup on the table.
"Yun Jiuxi, you bitch stepped on me, Lin Zhebang, to get here.
If you don't want fame and fortune, just dream on. I will never let you or any member of the Li family step on the heads of our Peng family, absolutely not."
The phone was once again flooded with news about Fu Tinghao taking over the position of the head of the Fu family and various interviews with Fu Tinghao.
Lin Zhebang looked at it and smiled with a determined look on his face.
“Finally I’ve waited until this day, hahahaha.
Laugh, laugh, Fu Tinghao, in a few days I will expose your fake identity on the spot, let's see how you can still laugh then."
Lin Zhebang couldn't wait to imagine Fu Tinghao's shock and horror when his identity was exposed on the spot, and his mood improved a lot.
Yun Jiuxi has been very busy recently and it is rare for him to have time to relax and have something good to eat.
When she was walking to a French restaurant in a shopping mall near the Chinese medicine clinic, she took a shortcut to a less crowded place in order to save time.
Not long after I walked over, I saw several fierce-looking, burly men in a car parked on the side of the road, staring at a woman who was withdrawing money from an ATM not far away.
What era is it now? Are there still people withdrawing money from ATM machines? And the woman seemed to be shaking a little.
Out of curiosity, Yun Jiuxi took a closer look at the two big men in the car. The big men looked back, saw Yun Jiuxi's appearance, and whistled at her.
Yun Jiuxi turned her head away and didn't want to make eye contact with these people. Just before she turned her head, through the black film of the car, she could vaguely see a boy about 10 years old in the car looking at her pitifully.
She continued to walk forward calmly. When she approached the woman who was withdrawing money, she pretended to sprain her ankle and bumped into the woman's back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Are you okay?"
The woman was hit on the arm, rubbed it, and said with a frightened look: "It's okay, I'm fine."
He kept looking towards the car, saying that everything was fine, but his eyes were full of requests for help.
Yun Jiuxi nodded to her, then walked forward on his own.
When the woman walked to the car, a tattooed man got out of the driver's seat and slapped the woman directly in the face.
"What was that look in your eyes just now, bitch? What? Do you want to ask for help?"
The woman's face instantly became red and swollen, but she ignored the pain and quickly explained: "No, no, my child is in your hands, how dare I ask others for help."
The tattooed man looked at her and snorted, "You're smart, where's the money? Give it to me."
The woman quickly handed him a dark canvas bag in her hand.
The tattooed man felt the weight of the canvas bag was wrong as soon as he picked it up, and he slapped the man in the face again. The woman fell to the ground and the clothes on her arms were torn.
The little boy in the car saw this and immediately struggled and shouted, "Please don't hit my mother, please."
"You bitch, you dare to play tricks? There is obviously no 100 million in this bag. Do you want your son's life?"
The woman knelt on the ground crying and begged for mercy: "Brother, I really don't have 100 million. This 70 is all I have. Please let my son go.
Every wrong has its perpetrator, it's that damned man who owes you money, it has nothing to do with us, I'll give you this money, please let me and my son go."
The woman knelt on the ground with her face swollen like a pig's head, and her face was covered with tears and snot. Her originally plump figure now looked even more unattractive.
The tattooed man glanced at the man in the passenger seat, who had a hideous scar running from the middle of his left eyebrow to his jaw.
The scarred man looked at the woman on the ground with disdain and sneered, "You are so fat and ugly, no wonder your husband abandoned you and ran away with his mistress.
They ran away. We must get the 100 million back. Since you have no money, just sell it. Even though it is ugly and has a bad figure, at least it is a woman. You can sell it a few more times at a cheaper price. "
The woman looked at the two strong men in front of her in horror and said, "No, no, I have already given you 70 yuan. I don't owe you this money. Why do you treat me like this?"
The tattooed man roughly pulled the woman up and started beating and kicking her.
"If you don't pay back the money your husband owes, who will? The wife should pay back the husband's debt. If you don't pay it back, then let your son pay it back. Some rich people prefer your son."
When the woman heard that her son was going to be attacked, she immediately panicked.
"I'll sell it, I'll sell it. Don't touch my son. I'll listen to you."
"Mom, leave me alone."
As soon as the ten-year-old boy finished speaking, he was hit on the head by another ruffian young man who was looking at him.
"What does it have to do with you, little kid? What do you want to do with your skinny arms and legs?"
"Don't hit him. I will listen to you. As long as you let my son go, I can sell him now."
As he said this, he was about to drag the woman away.
After Yun Jiuxi walked some distance away, he heard the sound of a woman being beaten and her screams, as well as the voices of those men talking.
She roughly understood the situation, but she thought it was better to have less trouble than more. Besides, she didn't know them, so there was no need for her to stand up for them.
The woman was beaten one after another, and the sound of a child crying was heard from behind. The more Yun Jiuxi thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Why should a woman be asked to sell herself to pay off the money her husband owes her, even though he has run away with his mistress?
When he heard the sound of the woman being beaten again, Yun Jiuxi quickly turned around and ran back.