Lin Chuan could tell from Fu Tongyuan's expression that Fu Qiming would never give Lin Fugui money.

However, he doesn't know what Fu Qiming will do.

He doesn't have much power right now, but giving Lin Fugui money is absolutely out of the question.

"That's good," Lin Chuan said. "I know Lin Fugui and his gang. They've always been insatiable. Don't even think about giving them a thousand yuan, or even a single penny. Once they get it, they'll keep asking for more. It's a bottomless pit."

"Da Chuan, you don't need to worry about these things. You will definitely be satisfied with the result."

At noon, the family had lunch.

After the meal, everyone in the village knew that Lin Qingyou was not Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui's biological son.

The villagers were talking about it.

Lin Fugui and Lin Youfu were still spreading rumors in the village that they had worked hard to raise their children and that Fu Qiming was going to give them money.

Fu Qiming and his group went out for a walk, listened to a lot, saw a lot, but didn't care.

Lin Chuan only saw Fu Tongyuan drive away from Yuquan Village and not return until the next day.

Fu Qiming's bodyguard, Pan Yong, stayed by his side at all times.

So much so that when villagers wanted to come and find out more, they hesitated when they saw the gun Pan Yong was holding.

The night before Fu Qiming was to give Lin Fugui the money.

Lin Chuan, Lin Qingyou, Fu Qiming, and Shen Jinshu went to the noodle shop ahead of time.

Lin Ping and Lin Wei were busy working at the noodle shop and had no idea what had happened at home.

When Lin Chuan and his group arrived and explained the situation clearly, Lin Ping and Lin Wei were utterly astonished.

While acknowledging the person, he was also processing the matter in his mind.

The group ate at a noodle shop that evening.

After the meal, Fu Qiming and Shen Jinshu left.

Before leaving, Fu Qiming said, "Da Chuan, we'll be closed tomorrow morning. Your grandma and I will come over first thing tomorrow morning."

Lin Chuan nodded, "Grandpa, don't worry."

Then, a sign was hung outside saying that the store would be closed tomorrow morning.

Inside the noodle shop, Lin Chuan and his group were busy tidying up the tables.

After thinking it over, Lin Wei asked, "Da Chuan, what can Grandpa do if he doesn't give Lin Fugui money?"

Lin Chuan pondered, "Maybe we should just arrest them."

Lin Ping said, "That can't be right."

Although he secretly hoped that the wicked would be punished.

The next morning, Fu Qiming, Shen Jinshu, Fu Tongyuan, and bodyguard Pan Yong all entered through the back door.

Lin Chuan cooked several bowls of noodles for everyone.

The time I arranged to meet Lin Fugui was 9:00 AM.

Lin Fugui and the others will definitely arrive ahead of time.

But the next group of people who came were not Lin Fugui and his group, but people from the Wangshan County Public Security Bureau.

Lin Chuan looked at the people who came in. The one in the lead walked directly up to Fu Qiming and saluted, "Commander, Song Lian, the director of Wangshan County Public Security Bureau, is here to report for duty!"

Fu Qiming waved his hand, "Take your men and go to the kitchen."

In an instant, the police officers disappeared without a trace.

Lin Chuan looked ahead, then looked behind.

As expected, a big shot is a big shot.

Lin Ping and the others were completely dumbfounded. This... this was as Lin Chuan had said, that they would just arrest the person directly?

Lin Fugui came with Lin Youfu.

When the two arrived at the noodle shop, they found that it was not open for business that day.

Lin Chuan saw them through the window, opened the door from the inside, and the two of them came in.

Fu Qiming saw Lin Fugui and gestured for him to sit down opposite him.

"A thousand yuan is ready."

Upon hearing Fu Qiming's words, Fu Tongyuan took out an envelope from his briefcase. A thick wad of cash, all in single denominations, stood out conspicuously.

Lin Fugui and Lin Youfu were both stunned.

They had never seen so much money in their lives.

Lin Fugui's body was hunched over, and his eyes gleamed with golden light.

"Old Fu, look, we're kind of destined to be together. I'll help you raise your child, and you'll give me money. We're both doing well."

Fu Qiming curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

“Dazhuang, I’ve prepared the money, and of course I’ll give it to you. But after all these years, you need to put your fingerprint on this document to prove that Lin Qingyou is my son, Fu Qiming.”

Fu Qiming took out two pieces of paper and placed them on the table.

Lin Youfu had attended school for a few years, and although he didn't know that many characters, he still recognized quite a few common ones.

He picked it up and read it to Lin Fugui.

Lin Fugui didn't think much of it and simply pressed his handprints onto the inkpad next to him, leaving two bright red handprints on the two pieces of paper.

As he spoke, Fu Qiming gestured to Fu Tongyuan to hand over one thousand yuan to Lin Fugui.

"You count them."

Lin Fugui was overjoyed. He had sold the gold chain for 600 yuan and now he had received another 1,000 yuan. They were practically struck it rich.

He counted and muttered to himself.

"Old Fu, look, you gave birth to a son, and I raised him. We'll still be a family, won't we?"

Fu Qiming nodded. "That's certainly true."

"Old Fu, please take good care of us from now on. You guys are living a very comfortable life."

Lin Fugui counted the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and pulled Lin Youfu over. "Old Fu, this is my son, Lin Youfu. Do you have any good jobs?"

Fu Qiming tapped his finger on the table. "Youfu, come here, let me take a look."

Lin Youfu thought he had gotten lucky and sided with Fu Qiming.

The next second, Pan Yong slammed Lin Youfu onto the table.

Lin Fugui was startled and stood up unsteadily. "Old Fu, what are your men doing?"

Fu Qiming curled the corners of his lips. "My men are naturally trained to kill."

Lin Fugui stammered, "Old Fu, what... what are you doing? What do you mean?"

"Chen Dazhuang, you'd better tell the truth. Why didn't you meet with us at the agreed time and place back then? Talk it out properly. If you don't, the guns in my men's hands might not obey your commands."

As he spoke, Pan Yong pressed the gun in his hand directly against Lin Youfu's head.

Lin Youfu was so terrified that he immediately urinated.

Fu Qiming frowned, looking disgusted.

"Father, Father, save me! Tell me quickly, tell me properly!"

Lin Fugui stammered, "Back then, because you and your wife gave us a lot of money and a gold chain, we were afraid you would take the child, the money, and the gold chain away, leaving us with no way to live. Besides, my wife and I had been married for two years and didn't have any children. We were just thinking of raising a child to take care of us in our old age..."

Fu Qiming snorted and stood up. "Director Song, the person is in your hands."