As soon as Village Chief Zeng finished speaking, Zeng Xinquan rushed towards him like crazy, punching and kicking:

"You old man, I'm sorry! I let you talk nonsense!! I'll beat you to death, you old dog!!!"

The four bodyguards around Zeng Xinquan were all frightened by the master's posture!

They also knew that Zeng Xinquan was a crazy person who abused lynchings on others in private.

But that was also in private, behind closed doors in a shabby little dark room.

In this elementary school classroom in broad daylight, Zeng Xinquan actually beat someone to death.

Every punch and kick was directed towards the temples and important organs.

The villagers who were watching from a distance were too scared to come forward to break up the fight.

Everyone was scared and wanted to watch.

Some people still had a conscience and hurriedly ran to call the village chief’s wife.

When the bodyguards saw something was wrong, they were afraid that Zeng Xinquan had really beaten someone to death here, which would cause trouble.

The bodyguards rushed forward, held Zeng Xinquan in place, and whispered to dissuade him:

"Mr. Quan, the chairman has specifically told me that you must keep a low profile recently and make sure not to make the slightest mistake."

The competition to expand the mining rights of coal mines in Yiliji has reached a fierce stage.

It really can’t stand the slightest disturbance!

Zeng Xinquan had lost his mind at this moment, and his anger and humiliation were ravaging his IQ.

"You old man, I am obviously the upright young master of the Yi family, why don't you talk nonsense here!"

He is like a stubborn child, with scarlet eyes, eager to prove himself.

Village Chief Zeng, who was lying on the ground with his mouth full of blood, covered his ribs and suddenly grinned:

"So what? That doesn't change the fact that I'm your mother, hahaha!"

Zeng Xinquan's anger suddenly came out again, and this sentence was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Seeing that he was about to rush up and kick Village Chief Zeng again, the bodyguards could only hold him tightly and did not dare to let go.

Zeng Xinquan, who was almost lifted up in the air by the bodyguards, kicked his feet angrily and cursed at Village Chief Zeng.

How can I scold you no matter how unpleasant it sounds?

The village chief's wife hurried over with her sons. When she saw the scene in front of her, she burst into tears and screamed:

"Oh my God! I beat people, I beat them to death!"

When the village chief's five sons saw that the situation was not good, they immediately surrounded Zeng Xinquan and others, clamoring for a fight.

They have now found another way out, each finding odd jobs to work on temporarily.

Regarding Zeng Xinquan, they no longer had the previous attitude of looking up to others.

"Brother Erniu! Da Liu! Xiao Fei! Come quickly! This bastard Zeng Xinquan beat my father to death!"

Village Chief Zeng was lying on the ground looking a little bit dying, but he was not dead yet.

Hearing his sons shouting, he deliberately closed his eyes.

Next, it was the village eldest son’s performance:

"Folks, come here quickly. This bastard Zeng Xinquan actually dares to beat my father to death. Is there any way to do this?"

"Surround him up! Everyone, surround him!"

"If my father doesn't give me ten thousand or eight thousand yuan for his life-saving money, we will never leave our Zengjiazhuang!"

This sentence is simply a curse!

In an instant, the villagers who were hiding in the dark and watching all rushed out with cheers.

Even old men and women in their seventies and eighties swarmed in with sticks and firewood, and sprayed water on Zeng Xinquan.

The bodyguards are quite sensible and know that they are asking for money!

Today, if you don’t have money, you won’t be able to get out!

Zeng Xinquan’s rationality slowly returned——

Zengjiazhuang fully conforms to the characteristics of poor mountains and harsh waters and unruly people. After so many years, Zeng Xinquan knows it in his heart.

Even if he doesn't admit it in his heart, Zeng Xinquan's difficult character was influenced by the people in Zengjiazhuang since he was a child.

People here are not afraid of poverty, but are they still afraid of death?

Today, if Zeng Xinquan doesn't make a penny, he will definitely not be able to get out of here.

Either give me money, or Zeng Xinquan and others will lose their lives here.

The law does not punish everyone. When the time comes, everyone in the village will be involved. Who will be held accountable?

Furthermore, since they died here, the villagers can also say that it was Zeng Xinquan who took action first, and a group of them acted in legitimate self-defense.

When the time comes, there will be no proof and it will be impossible to overturn the verdict!

"I can pay for your father's treatment, tell me the amount!"

Zeng Xinquan can only admit defeat!

In this life-or-death situation, his sanity had to come online and return to normal.

When the village chief's son saw that Zeng Xinquan was intimidated, he immediately said:

"At least one hundred thousand!"

This was the largest number he could think of.

Even though they have been selling high imitation clothes for so many years, the total amount of money they have earned is not this amount.

Zeng Yulan is a person who cares about everything and calculates accounts very carefully.

They only earn 20 cents for processing a piece of clothing.

Moreover, the clothes are all very cheap, shorts are available for two yuan a piece, and the most expensive ones only cost 20 yuan.

When Zeng Xinquan heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

One hundred thousand yuan is worth it to keep yourself safe!

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He shouted to the bodyguard: "Go get the money from the car!"

In the age of cash payments, it was very common for business people to carry large amounts of cash with them.

Soon, the bodyguard brought Zeng Xinquan’s brown leather business bag.

The eyes of the young and old men in Zengjiazhuang completely changed when they looked at the cowhide bag!

It’s as if what’s inside is their life!

It is a special period when every family has money holes. When you see money, doesn’t it mean you see destiny?

Zeng Xinquan took the cowhide bag, took out a wad of money from it, and threw it at the village eldest son with a domineering look:

"This is 10,000, please point it out clearly in person!"

The son of the village eldest son didn't have so many twists and turns in his mind and really made the decision in front of everyone.

"Haha!" The village chief's son spat on his fingers, which were as rough as tree bark, and began to count the money.

The onlookers stretched their necks and stared at the turning one hundred dollar bills with green eyes!

Soon, the money was counted.

Zeng Xinquan handed over another stack, and at the same time looked at the village chief’s second son and said:

"I'll give you a stack too. Order them together, it'll be faster!"

The village chief’s second son is really excited for it!

Next, Zeng Xinquan arranged for the five sons of the village chief to give a wad of money and light it.

The village chief’s wife also came forward: “Give me a stack!”

Zeng Xinquan complied.

The village chief endured the severe pain and got up from the ground, also reaching out for money.

Zeng Xinquan threw a stack to him, and then to the principal and accountant of the primary school in the village, each with a stack.

At this point, all 100,000 yuan has been given away.

"You are all people worthy of the village chief's trust and are also partners of the village chief's garment factory."

Zeng Xinquan said, giving the bodyguards around him a look and starting to back away.

"It must be reasonable for you to count and check the money for the village chief, and you will definitely do your best."

While talking, Zeng Xinquan quietly withdrew from the crowd and ran away while everyone's attention was on the money!

The bodyguards followed closely behind, looking back to make sure they hadn't caught up.

As a result, those who took the money began to attack each other——

The village chief said: "This is my medical expenses, why don't you give them to me!"

The son of the village chief said: "Dad, we got this from Zeng Xinquan based on our ability, why should it be yours?"

The second son of the village chief: "Yes! The money that passes through my hands is mine!"

Primary school principal: "Old Zeng, the accountant and I followed you to invest in that broken garment factory. Now that the factory has closed down, is it time for us to withdraw our shares?"

The village chief turned his face and yelled at everyone to pay him back.

Not only did everyone refuse to return it, they also wanted what he had.

Including the onlookers, the villagers clamored and rushed forward to snatch the money from the village chief:
Chapter completed!