Chapter 97

"Hey, are you buying or not?" Guo Fatso was very angry. He had been playing "The World" for several days and had finally made some progress, but this person was still nagging on about something unclear.

"Aren't you in debt to Yang Kang?" Jiang Yan said, "Since that's the case, why can't you owe it to me? If you owe it to me, once I sell the items, I can give you a better price."

"Are you crazy?" Feng Xiuzai couldn't hold back any longer and cursed, "Is there anyone more extreme than you in this world? I have antiques, and I can't sell them myself? Why should I owe them to someone else? Fatso, call the police, this guy is just here to cause trouble, he's definitely got some mental issues."

"Alright!" Guo Fatso picked up the phone next to him and was about to dial the police.

"No!" Jiang Yan had been caught for theft before and had suffered at the hands of the police. The mention of the police made him afraid, and he hurriedly said, "Don't call the police, I... I..."

"If you don't call the police, then get out of here quickly, don't come here to cause trouble for no reason," Feng Xiuzai said harshly, "Seriously, even if I say you're sick, you still don't admit it. I've never seen anyone as extreme as you."

"Still buying antiques? You have no money and are just putting on a brave face," Guo Fatso was also speechless. He had been genuinely confused by Jiang Yan earlier.

In the end, this person was just trying to get something for nothing.

Jiang Yan really wanted to turn and leave, ignoring the ridicule from these two, but he thought about it and realized his goal hadn't been achieved yet. He couldn't understand why these people looked down on him. What was wrong with him?

"Jiang Yan, everyone on Antique Street knows, you just made a bad judgment, and now you owe over a million. You still come here to talk business with us?" Feng Xiuzai sneered, "What, you're not doing bronze anymore, you want to do high-antiquity jade now?"

"Yeah, this morning he was still confidently telling me that he would come and slap my face when he got rich," Guo Fatso deliberately gave Jiang Yan a contemptuous look and said, "In fact, he's just here to borrow money from the Young Master."

"Right, I am here to borrow money from him, so what?" For some reason, whenever Yang Kang was mentioned, he felt extremely uncomfortable. Why hasn't this guy died yet? He always makes him so hateful.

What is he living for?

"He won't lend you any money!" Feng Xiuzai shook his head, "You killed his father, he hates you so much."

"What did you say?" In an instant, Jiang Yan's face turned pale.

"Jiang Yan, Mr. Yang still had a house to sell to pay off his debts back then. What do you have to sell now?" Feng Xiuzai sneered, "Your house is rented, you have nothing. Of course, you can run away, but do you think Old Mr. Wang will let it go after losing his capital?"

Jiang Yan took a step back and then fell into a rattan chair, breathing heavily.

"Tell me, why did you harm Yang Chongxuan back then?" Feng Xiuzai said, "If you tell me the truth, I'll give you a million."

"R-Really..." Jiang Yan stammered.

"Of course, I can write you a cash check first, and then you can tell me," Feng Xiuzai said, and he really took out a checkbook from a suitcase, wrote a check for a million, and said, "Tell me, and I'll stamp it. This check will be yours."

"I don't know, I didn't harm Yang Chongxuan, he deserved it... he deserved it..." Mentioning Yang Chongxuan, Jiang Yan couldn't help but grit his teeth, "Why should he be able to enjoy wealth without doing anything, while I have to work my ass off? He couldn't even get me a better job. Every time I asked him, he just told me to endure... endure... I'm not a cow, why should I endure?"

"Why doesn't he go to work? Why doesn't he try those factories? And those people all bully me—hmm, they must have been following his orders."

"You hate him just because he didn't get you a good job?" Feng Xiuzai couldn't help but look at Guo Fatso, what kind of person is this?

"Yes, why didn't he go work in an auto parts factory? Why should I do it?" Jiang Yan cursed, "He deserved to die, I don't know what he and his son offended, but they deserved to be killed. Hmm, I knew it, he was always loafing around, he must have offended someone."

Feng Xiuzai thought for a moment and then said, "Alright, I won't ask you about that. It's a complicated matter, you probably don't understand. I'll just ask you one thing..."

"Hmm?" Jiang Yan hurriedly said, "What? Why are you asking about Yang Chongxuan? I'll tell you, he just liked to give small favors and then watch others be grateful and flatter him, hoping everyone would worship him like a god. His son is the same, they're both no good. If you do business with him, you won't have a good outcome."

"Jiang Yan, now I'm asking you," Feng Xiuzai suddenly turned serious and said coldly, "If you keep talking nonsense, get out."

"I'm serious!" Jiang Yan said, "Think about it, back then, Yang Chongxuan treated us like slaves. When his business went bankrupt, we still took care of Yang Kang, that little brat. Now that he has money, he turns his back on us..."

Guo Fatso didn't wait for him to finish. He suddenly flew into a rage, raised his hand, and slapped Jiang Yan hard across the face.

Jiang Yan was immediately knocked to the ground, covering his mouth and making incoherent sounds.

"Don't hit his face, I still need to ask him questions," Feng Xiuzai said, looking at Guo Fatso.

"He won't die!" Guo Fatso walked over, grabbed Jiang Yan, and forced him to kneel on the ground. He then pinched Jiang Yan's chin and lifted it up with a light snap—turns out, Guo Fatso's slap had dislocated Jiang Yan's jaw, but he was skilled in treating injuries and immediately set it back in place.

"Ah..." Jiang Yan, whose jaw had just been dislocated, couldn't scream despite the pain, but now he let out a pig-like squeal.

"Shut up!" Guo Fatso threatened fiercely, "Do you want me to dislocate your jaw again?"

"Ugh..." Jiang Yan didn't expect that Guo Fatso would suddenly hit him while they were talking.

"With your attitude, do you deserve to be a servant?" Guo Fatso said fiercely, "If you want to be a servant to the Young Master, I'd be ashamed to have you, hmm!"

Feng Xiuzai straightened the rattan chair and sat down, saying, "Jiang Yan, I'll ask you one question: who gave you the money to buy Yuzhenzhai?"

"Ugh..." Guo Fatso's slap was very heavy, causing Jiang Yan's lips to swell, making it hard for him to speak, but he still said, "You don't have to lend me money, why hit me? I'll call the police, I'll sue, you're..."

Before he could finish, Guo Fatso slapped the other side of his face and then twisted his ear, whispering, "If you say another word, I'll hand you over to Old Wang's son. You decide."