Ye Guqing desperately managed to save the family telephone.

These days, to install a landline phone, you not only need to pull strings at the post office, but you also need to pay at least five or six thousand yuan for installation!

Ye Guqing glared at him angrily, "Why are you taking the phone away! Can you even afford to install it in your house?!"

The person who stole the phone was initially a little guilty, but seeing Ye Guqing's expression, he became furious. "What do you care if I can't pay? Your family owes me money, and if you can't pay, then take something to pay off the debt!"

Ye Guqing's chest heaved with anger, but he didn't know what to say. His family did indeed owe money to others and had no money to repay it.

Seeing Ye Guqing's guilty conscience and lack of courage, the man's arrogance returned, and he reached out to snatch the red telephone from Ye Guqing's arms, "Give it to me—"

"Hey, hey, you're robbing me outright!"

Fu Youcai reached out and shoved him, causing him to stumble. Then he stood in front of Ye Guqing and said, "You're really something!"

"No money? You'll settle your debts with goods? I think you're obsessed with 'The White-Haired Girl'! If you have no money, you'll settle your debts with Xi'er!"

The man stood up unhappily and was about to shove Fu Youcai, while the other creditors gathered around with great interest to watch the spectacle.

"Hit him! Hit him! Where did this stray dog ​​come from! How dare it interfere with our business!"

"Yes, yes! Hit him!"

After the fight is over and the Ye family is subdued, let's take their things first.

After all, the Ye family has become very wealthy in recent years. Their house is newly built, and all the furniture and appliances in the house are brand new and of good quality!

Fu Youcai paid no attention to the people around him, his whole mind was on the man in front of him. When he saw him rushing over, he did not dodge or avoid him. Only when he could not stop his momentum did he quickly dodge to the side.

The man fell flat on his face.

Fu Youcai stuck out his big foot and stepped on his back. "Uncle Ye, make a phone call—"

Ye Guqing quickly dialed the number, and someone answered the phone shortly afterward.

Fu Youcai quickly repeated what Li Xiangdong had just said, "Come now, hurry! Everyone here has gone crazy—"

The people around listened intently to Fu Youcai's words, and when they heard "six hundred thousand," they looked at each other in disbelief.

What's the situation with the Ye family?

They were clearly at their wits' end, so how come someone suddenly sent them 600,000?

It seems the Ye family isn't necessarily doomed!

Upon realizing this, many people dropped their nonchalant expressions and instantly became respectful.

Immediately, someone came up to mediate, but not to persuade Fu Youcai to put down his noble foot; instead, they tried to persuade the person being trampled underfoot.

"Chunhui, honestly, you have a whole room and half a kang (heated brick bed) in your house, why did you have to snatch Boss Ye's phone?"

"That's right, that's right!"

"Why aren't you apologizing to Boss Ye right now?"

"..."

This demonstrates how adept people are at changing their stance depending on the wind.

Even Ye Guqing, who prided himself on having seen all walks of life, couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "You can never truly understand people!"

The amount hasn't even reached 600,000 yet, and their attitude has already become as humble as before.

A short while later, Zhou Hongsong, Fu Youde, Feng Yucai, and Fang Shilan came rushing over carrying a sack of money.

"when--"

With a muffled thud, a sack of money was thrown into the center of the living room.

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Looking at the finally quiet living room, the Ye family breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to get rid of all the creditors.

Ye Guqing and Ye Xiongbing were extremely grateful and insisted that Li Xiangdong and his group stay for dinner at their home.

However, Li Xiangdong refused, saying, "We have plenty of time. There's no rush to eat. I think everyone has suffered significant losses this time. I can't offer much help, but I can send some money to help alleviate the immediate crisis."

Li Xiangdong, along with Fu Youcai and Chen Zaohua, visited seven different places in three days, and Zhou Hongsong also delivered money seven times.

In these three days, a total of more than three million yuan was spent.

At first, Feng Yucai and Zhou Hongsong were reluctant to spend the money, but as they continued to give gifts, they both became numb to it.

They now view money as if it were just stacks of waste paper.

Even when Feng Yucai went to the street to buy a bag of crystal cakes, and the seller told him it would cost six cents, he was bewildered, thinking, "That's all the money?"

The seller took his money, muttering behind his back, "Where did this show-off come from? Bragging, six cents is too little..."

The village chief hesitated to speak after Li Xiangdong spent so much money in one go.

Seeing his constipated state, Li Xiangdong smiled and explained, "It was all my share of the money; the village's share wasn't touched."

The village chief scratched his head and grinned a little sheepishly.

"Xiang Dong, you've got some nerve! How did so much money just slip through your fingers?"

Li Xiangdong stopped laughing. "We're making too much money; we can't even spend it all. Those factories are supporting so many workers; they could be bankrupted if things go wrong. Besides, if the factories close down, where will the workers go to work?"

The village chief was taken aback, then his face lit up with admiration. "Xiang Dong, I only ever thought of you as a kid who knew how to do business! I really never expected your level of thinking to be so high! I really never expected it!"

He said "I really didn't expect this" three times in a row, which shows how shocked he was.

Li Xiangdong waved his hands repeatedly. He had never been so enlightened before. It was only after starting over that he suddenly understood things a little!

"People just can't see the point when it comes to money. They always want more once they have it! But when will it ever end? Some people can have mountains of gold and silver and they still won't be satisfied."

The village chief muttered to himself, seemingly unsure of who he was talking about.

Li Xiangdong looked out the window at the few banana trees.

The emerald green and broad banana leaves, like giant fans, swayed gently in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows and adding a touch of mystery and romance to the entire courtyard.

"I wonder how Pan Jixian is doing now?"

What happened to Pan Jixian?

Pan Jixian was completely unlike Li Xiangdong in his composure. He was kneeling in front of the old man, shirtless, with bloody whip marks all over his back.

"Huff... huff..."

The old man threw the whip in his hand onto the floor, put his hands on the desk, and breathed heavily.

After a long pause, the old man said viciously, "Now everything's smashed! How are we going to pay back the millions we borrowed from Lao Qian?"

Pan Jixian's knees were numb from kneeling, and the wound on his back hurt so much from the salty sweat that his eyelids twitched.

He bit his lip, forcing himself to speak, "This, this time, it's... uh... that's all because of Li Xiangdong... We, we'll kill him, uh... then, we'll go somewhere else, and do it again... and then, we'll make it all back..."

The old man said dejectedly, "No one will fall for it again."

"I...we...let's go somewhere else..."

"But we're out of capital! We're still heavily in debt to Lao Qian!"

"Li, Li Xiangdong, has, has money..."

The old man glanced at him, his eyes darting around.