Chapter 98

This time, Jiang Yan was finally a bit scared. He knew that Old Wang dared to lend money at high interest rates because his son had some skills and didn't worry about not getting the money back.

He could be shameless and stubborn, but he really didn't dare to be too aggressive.

"Speak!" Guo Fatso picked up a fruit knife, waved it in front of his face, and said in a low voice, "Answer us honestly whatever we ask. Damn it, if you dare to say anything to defame Young Master Wang, just see what I'll do to you!"

Guo Fatso had been tolerating them for a long time. If Yang Kang hadn't been there this morning, he might have lost his patience. Last time, when he accompanied Yang Kang to buy Yuzhenzhai, he heard Wei Yan, Jiang Shanghua, and Jiang Xiaoyue mocking Yang Kang. At that time, he wanted to beat them all up.

"I... I... I..." Jiang Yan was really scared.

"Good!" Feng Xiuzai nodded, took out a cigarette, lit it, and after taking a puff and exhaling the smoke, he said, "First question, who gave you the money to buy Yuzhenzhai? Don't lie and say you earned it yourself. Your son is vain and likes brands, your wife is uneducated and can barely read a few words. After moving to the city, she started working at a textile factory but quit because she found the work too long and tiring. Then Yang Chongxuan, seeing how pitiful you both were, had your wife take care of Young Master Wang, paying her 2,000 yuan a month.

With your situation, it's impossible for you to save enough money to buy Yuzhenzhai.

By the way, I almost forgot to mention, the small house you originally had was also bought by Yang Chongxuan, right?"

These trivial matters, Yang Kang might not have been fully aware of, after all, he was young then, and Yang Chongxuan wouldn't have told him such things— but Feng Xiuzai had investigated everything clearly.

Jiang Yan trembled, not saying a word.

"Speak!" Guo Fatso held the fruit knife to his neck and said, "It looks like I need to draw some blood to make you talk, or you really think I'm a pushover?"

As he spoke, the fat man lightly dragged the knife.

Jiang Yan felt a sharp pain on his neck and couldn't help but touch it, feeling some sticky liquid. When he saw it, he was terrified and screamed, "Murder... Murder!"

Guo Fatso was prepared, covering his mouth to stop him from making a sound, and then threatened him in a low voice, "I haven't killed you yet, but try saying something stupid."

"Don't scream!" Guo Fatso waved the fruit knife in a fancy way, scaring Jiang Yan almost to the point of screaming again.

Guo Fatso kicked him, cursing, "Speak quickly..."

"I... I haven't seen that person..." Jiang Yan, scared, stammered, "Three days after Yang Chongxuan's death, that person called me, telling me to buy Yuzhenzhai and have Yang Kang live there... At first, I thought he was a friend of Yang Chongxuan. He gave me one million yuan, and I sold the small house, added a bit more, and bought Yuzhenzhai.

That person called me again, telling me to find ways to humiliate Yang Kang, and if I could force him to commit suicide, he would give me another million yuan.

For that million yuan, I had my wife constantly pick on him and insult him, and had Shanghua and Xiaoyue constantly harass him.

He was very angry, and when he was angry, he would hide in the basement and not come out, but he just wouldn't die, wouldn't die—"

At this point, Jiang Yan became agitated and couldn't help but shout, "Why doesn't he die? Why? If he dies, I can earn a million yuan!"

Guo Fatso couldn't stand it and kicked him.

"Continue!" Feng Xiuzai asked coldly.

"For that million yuan, one morning, I found his phone charging outside, so I took a big lock and locked the storage room from the outside. It was a Sunday.

Then, I took my wife and Xiaoyue out to play... and didn't return until it was dark." Jiang Yan continued.

Guo Fatso wanted to hit him again but was stopped by Feng Xiuzai's look.

"Go on!" Feng Xiuzai almost ground out the words through his teeth.

"By midnight, I suddenly got scared. If he died in my storage room, I... I would be in big trouble. If he committed suicide, that's one thing, but if I killed him, it would be bad. So, I quickly opened the storage room door. At that time, he was in very bad shape, almost in a semi-coma. I had Shanghua get some water and splash it on him to wake him up...

After he woke up, he was sick for about half a month, always in a daze. Although I hoped he would die every day, I really didn't dare to do anything.

But later, he got better. Why didn't he die?" Jiang Yan said, clenching his teeth, really, why didn't he die? If he died, he would have a million yuan.

"So, you haven't been in contact with that person since?" Feng Xiuzai took out another cigarette, lit it, and took a hard puff. If he didn't control himself, he would have beaten Jiang Yan to vent his anger.

"Recently, I wanted to raise some money and called him... but that number was always off." Jiang Yan said. At the time, he couldn't raise the money and didn't want to sell Yuzhenzhai, so he thought of that person, hoping to extort some money.

But that number was always off, never able to get through.

"Give me that number!" Feng Xiuzai said.

"Um..." Jiang Yan hesitated.

"Bang!" Guo Fatso kicked him in the leg, cursing, "Do you want to die?"

Jiang Yan screamed in pain, and Guo Fatso reached for his phone, handing it to Feng Xiuzai.

Feng Xiuzai looked through his phone and asked, "Mr. Ou... is this the person?"

"Yes... yes... he said his surname is Ou." Jiang Yan stammered.

"An old man?" Feng Xiuzai asked tentatively.

"No... a young man, sounding... sounding about the same age as Yang Kang. He said—" Jiang Yan suddenly stopped.

"What did he say?" Feng Xiuzai asked.

"Will you really give me a million yuan if I tell you?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Sure!" Feng Xiuzai nodded, "If you tell me, I'll give you a million yuan."

"He said Yang Kang slept with his girlfriend, so he hates him and wants me to humiliate and torture him. If I can force him to die, that's best, but even if he doesn't die, he'll feel better." Jiang Yan said, "I don't know what Yang Kang did to offend someone..."

Feng Xiuzai and Guo Fatso were stunned. Although they knew that person might have just made up an excuse to deceive Jiang Yan, the excuse was... too lame.

Feng Xiuzai copied the number and called it with his own phone. As expected, the phone was off, but not disconnected, meaning the number was still in use.

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