Chapter 86

Yang Kang stared blankly at his computer, and after a long while, he finally said, "Fatty... Fatty, how could he do something so inhumane? Isn't he afraid of being struck by lightning and ending up in the deepest hell after death?"

He and Wang Qiyi had only bet that Jiang Yan would make a mistake, and that Jiang Shanghua would have some complaints, perhaps even a few arguments between father and son.

However, he never dreamed that Jiang Shanghua would actually whip Jiang Yan, burn him with a cigarette, and finally force him to kneel on the ground.

This was not something a person could do.

"Clearly, he's not afraid," said Fatty Guo.

"This is beyond my comprehension," Yang Kang shook his head.

"I can't understand it either, but tomorrow, Jiang Yan will surely come to you under his coercion," said Fatty Guo. "Let's think about how to coax him into telling us what happened back then."

Yang Kang thought seriously for a moment and then shook his head. "He won't know much. The person who set this up wouldn't tell him the inside story, or he would be extorted to death afterward."

"I know he won't know much," said Fatty Guo, and then he recounted how the secretary had investigated and found that Jiang Yan couldn't afford to buy Yuzhenzhai and must have had someone else's financial support.

"As long as he tells us who supported him, we won't have wasted our efforts," said Fatty Guo.

"We can ask him," said Yang Kang.

"I claim to be a man of the world, but now I realize I'm just a nobody!" Fatty Guo shook his head repeatedly. "No, I need to learn."

"Can't you learn something good?" Yang Kang's voice suddenly rose.

"Calm down, I was just saying," Fatty Guo hurriedly laughed. "Don't tell my dad this in the future, or he'll beat me to death—his bamboo board is not far from my thick, fleshy buttocks."

Yang Kang found it amusing and knew he was just joking. This fatso would say anything.

He laughed and asked, "Do you still have a bamboo board at home?"

"Yes!" Fatty Guo gestured and said, "A long, thick bamboo board. I got beaten a lot when I was a kid."

"Alright, even if your dad beat you when you were a kid, he won't beat you now that you're grown up," Yang Kang laughed.

"How could that be?" said Fatty Guo. "You don't know our family—last year, my uncle was severely beaten by my dad."

"You can't be serious, your dad beat your uncle?" Yang Kang was curious. A father disciplining his son was common, but beating his brother, especially one who was no longer young, was unusual.

Looking at Fatty's age, his uncle must be at least in his thirties or forties, and still be beaten by his older brother?

"My uncle is good in every way except for his love of alcohol," said Fatty Guo. "He often gets drunk, and my dad has scolded him several times, but he never listens. Last summer, he got drunk again, and my dad was furious. He had him tied up with a rope and waited until he sobered up the next day. Then he beat him severely with a thick bamboo board, making my uncle scream and swear never to drink again."

Yang Kang found it amusing and asked, "Wasn't he the one who drank your two jars of sorghum wine last time?"

"Yep!" Fatty Guo laughed. "It wasn't just him, there was also Uncle Lao Bai."

"He swore he wouldn't drink anymore?" Yang Kang laughed.

"How could he not drink?" Fatty Guo laughed and shook his head. "He only doesn't drink when my dad is around. Making him quit drinking would be like taking his life. He'd rather get beaten than stop drinking."

"I feel like you might like drinking too?" Yang Kang suddenly laughed and asked.

"Haha..." Fatty Guo rubbed his head and laughed. "It's late, go to sleep. When Jiang Yan comes tomorrow, let me ask him."

"Alright!" Yang Kang climbed into bed, pulled the thin blanket over himself, and laughed. "Remember to close the door when you leave."

"Sure!" Fatty Guo smiled, turned, and left.

After Fatty Guo left, Yang Kang lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. He thought, if Oumeifeng hadn't made a mistake, then the person behind the plan was very likely him. Giving up a famous painting must have a greater purpose.

What he wanted was for people like Fatty Guo to work for him. Fatty Guo and his group were very capable; they could casually give away a Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white dragon-patterned plum vase just for fun.

Antiques are just for fun. To play with them, you need to be rich and a bit foolish. If your wallet isn't thick enough, don't talk about playing with "antiques."

Fatty Guo and his group didn't want to be controlled, so they had to find this person.

Their goals aligned.

Before long, Yang Kang fell into a deep sleep. For some reason, he slept very soundly.

At seven in the morning, Jiang Yan was woken up by Jiang Shanghua. Regardless of whether he wanted to, after drinking a bowl of porridge, Jiang Shanghua hurried him to Ruyifang.

Jiang Yan had no choice but to go to Ruyifang. He knew that if he didn't go, creditors would come to collect debts today, and he couldn't hide the fact that he had made a mistake.

So, he had to find a way to borrow money from Yang Kang.

However, when he arrived at Ruyifang at 7:30 AM, the door was closed. If everything was fine, Yang Kang wouldn't be up at this time.

Thinking about it, Ruyifang wasn't his, and he was just an employee.

In theory, as an employee, you should open for business by 7:30, right?

Jiang Yan waited until 8:30 AM, and Ruyifang finally opened. Just as he was about to go in, the big fat man who had accompanied Yang Kang to buy Yuzhenzhai glanced at him, then quickly closed the door again. He stretched his arms and left, driving an old minivan, who knows where he was going.

He had been beaten by Jiang Shanghua the day before, and his lower body was still burning with pain. Now, standing at the door of Ruyifang in the scorching heat for over an hour, he was already very impatient.

He took out his phone and called Yang Kang. It was almost nine, and he couldn't be more professional when working for someone.

The phone rang for a while before someone answered, "Who is it? Don't make noise early in the morning. If you have something, wait until I get up."

Jiang Yan was about to speak, but he only heard the beeping sound...

Yang Kang had hung up.

Jiang Yan had watched Yang Kang grow up and knew his temper. He hated being woken up while sleeping.

Now, he needed something from him, and it wasn't like when Yang Kang was staying in his storage room, where he could wake him up whenever he wanted and insult him without any consequences.