Chapter 511 (1/2)
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When he heard that he had to go to the Public Security Bureau, the second uncle seemed a little fl.u.s.tered and loosened his grip on the boss's collar. ”I won't be going to the Public Security Bureau. We won't bother you guys with these little things. They're just family affairs. Family affairs. I'm going back first. You guys should eat slowly. Everyone should eat slowly!”
The two of them left without looking back and the storm seemed to be over. The boss said to the customers in the store, ”Sorry everyone. We've disturbed you.”
Soon, the shop returned to peace. Chen s.h.i.+ said, ”Fortunately, they didn't go to the bureau. Otherwise, today's holiday would have been wasted.”
”It feels like a mess, but the second uncle doesn't look like a serious person.”
”Let's go!”
”Okay.”
”Please wait.” The boss came over and sat down. He looked at the cups and bowls on the table. ”Thank you for just then. I won't charge any money for this meal.”
Chen s.h.i.+ said, ”It's okay, if we didn't speak out, then it's negligence!”
The boss was skinny, wearing a pair of black-framed gla.s.ses, and looked very polite. If he weren't wearing a uniform in the store with the brand on his chest, they wouldn't have made him out to be the noodle shop owner.
He said, ”Can I take up five minutes of your time to talk about my family's situation?”
Chen s.h.i.+ and Lin Dongxue looked at each other, and then Chen s.h.i.+ said, ”Go ahead!”
”Actually, the situation isn't like what he said at all. I didn't take away any real estate. This store was previously owned by my grandfather. My grandfather pa.s.sed away suddenly and didn't have a will. The real estate was divided by the two sons by law, but this is a shop with a living area above. There was no way to divide it, so my father proposed that the shop should be his. He paid half of the money to my second uncle according to the market price, which was 600,000! That was not a small expenditure for our family. We didn't finish paying it off until the previous year, but my second uncle was greedy and said that the real estate price has risen now. This shop is at least worth 30,000 yuan per square meter. I still needed to give another 600,000 yuan to him. How's that reasonable?”
Chen s.h.i.+ laughed. ”According to this rogue logic, if the property price drops one day, does he have to refund the money?”
”I think that would be impossible.” The boss smiled. ”This shop is an old shop. It's been in business for decades. When my father took over from my grandfather, my second uncle was messing around outside all day. He hasn't had a serious job since the 80s. His name is Zhang Farong. You can check how many bad things he's done. When he grew old, he turned into an old b.a.s.t.a.r.d. If the upper beam isn't straight, the bottom will be crooked too. I heard that his son, Zhang Kui, is also muddled in with the underground society. He caused trouble outside and ran back to his home to avoid the storm. That group of people are still looking for him everywhere, threatening to kill his whole family after finding him.”
”It can be seen that neither the father nor the son are good people.” Lin Dongxue said. ”Do I need to go to the police station to prepare a case? I can help you contact them.”
”No need. I can handle this matter. There's a police station on the other side of the street, so they won't do anything rash.”
”Let me remind you to not be impulsive. Leave evidence behind when things happen and take the legal route.” Chen s.h.i.+ said.
”I know. No matter what I won't do anything violent.”
Chen s.h.i.+ looked at the empty bowl. ”It tasted good. I'll come again.”
”If you guys come, I'll give you a free order. Thank you for today!” The boss smiled.
After leaving this store, Lin Dongxue spoke sentimentally, ”Having these kinds of relatives is really unlucky.”
”Don't trust one side of the story too much. These kinds of family disputes often have different sides to the story. Otherwise, why would he refuse when we suggested filing a case?”
”Okay, this matter shouldn't be under our jurisdiction... Where are we going to play today?”
”Shall we go watch a movie?”
”Okay!” Lin Dongxue readily agreed.
While Zhang Farong was returning home after failing, he felt anger welling within him. He stood on the corner of the street and smoked, staring at the bustling store gloomily. His son, Zhang Kui, asked, ”Should I find some brothers and smash his d.a.m.n store apart?”
”How thoughtless. If the store is smashed apart, we'd be in the wrong. Would we still be able to get that money?”
”Then let's kidnap Zhang Hao's son!”
Zhang Farong poked his head with his finger. ”Pig brain, the only thing you can come up with are bad ideas. What would we do if he calls the police? We wouldn't get a single cent.”