At that moment, the two walked into the alley.

Before Wei Quan could even make a move, everything went black.

He was terrified; he'd been stuffed into a sack...

Wei Sheng whimpered and covered one spot with both hands.

Then came a barrage of punches and kicks, hitting every part of my body.

“Pay back your debts, Wei Quan. If you don’t pay back your money, we’ll go after your parents’ stall.”

After saying a few words, those people left.

Wei Quan broke free of the sack, smelled a strong odor of urine, and his mouth twitched as he grimaced in pain.

Wei Sheng wet his pants, his legs trembling as he leaned against something, and the burlap sack was taken off.

"I stole a gold bar last time," he confessed weakly.

Wei Quan's eyes widened. "You..."

"Don't come over yet. The Lin family still has many more roots. How about we go again?" Wei Sheng said hurriedly.

Wei Quan felt a tightness in his chest, but when he thought about how Wei Sheng had been beaten up because of him, he felt a sense of balance.

His gambling debts were even greater than Wei Sheng's, amounting to more than 6,000 yuan.

Originally it was only 1000, but with interest compounding, it grew to this much without you even realizing it.

"Okay, we'll go again when we have the chance," Wei Quan replied, pressing his hand against the wound on his mouth.

He has ulterior motives; once he finds Da Tuanjie, he will hide away alone.

The shrimp paste factory in Haibi Village is very famous; I heard it receives a lot of money every day.

The supply and marketing cooperative settled all accounts with the "Great Unity" fund.

Thinking of this, Wei Quan felt a surge of excitement and wished he could immediately go to the Lin family to search.

He didn't see the dark glint that flashed in Wei Sheng's eyes.

The man asked him to steal something, and he took advantage of this opportunity to steal gold bars as well.

The village was buzzing with rumors that the Lin family had been robbed, but nothing was stolen.

Wei Sheng thought that they probably hadn't even realized the gold bars had been stolen.

But he was also still scared. He had almost been arrested last time, and now he would wake up in the middle of the night if he dreamed about the scene.

“They’ll go to the temple during the Dragon Boat Festival…” the two muttered to themselves, helping each other to their feet.

Unbeknownst to the two, a person was standing at the corner of the alley.

As darkness fell, the moon soon hung high in the sky.

Yang Yanzhou's eyelids twitched when he heard Lu Yunshen's plan.

Cunning!

It leads the other party directly into a trap.

Even if the gold recycling boss identifies the thief, it doesn't constitute direct evidence.

The final sentence might be only a few years.

However, if the amount stolen is huge, that's a different story.

"What if they don't go inside?" Yang Yanzhou suddenly asked.

Lu Yunshen tapped the steering wheel lightly with his well-defined fingers. "Do you think gamblers still have rationality?"

"If they don't go in, someone will naturally try to lure them in..."

Yang Yanzhou said nervously, "Please don't..."

He suddenly stopped, as if remembering something; Brother Shen wasn't that kind of person.

So there are other people pulling the strings behind them?

What is it about the Lin family that they are interested in?

Lu Yun Shen glanced at him but didn't say anything.

He certainly wouldn't try to instruct others on what to do; he just wanted to draw out the people who would follow.

"Next week is the Dragon Boat Festival. Will you get your marriage certificate after the festival?" Yang Yanzhou changed the subject.

“Yes, my grandma will come to the village then,” Lu Yunshen replied.

He guessed they would make their move on the Dragon Boat Festival, since most villagers would go to the temple to burn incense on that day.

Grandma would take her granddaughters to the temple.

There's an event going on at the electronics store, and the young people in the village will definitely go to join in the fun.

…

A few days later, the village was filled with the aroma of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).

Inside the Lin family hall,

Lin Ziyan and the chubby girl sat on small stools, learning how to wrap zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).

"Pearl, don't put so much meat in," Aunt Chen said with a laugh, her wrinkles deepening.

Lin Ziyan looked at her in surprise. Had she changed her mind?

The chubby girl reluctantly picked out the other piece of meat, muttering something under her breath.

Aunt Huang was teaching her how to fold the bamboo leaves, "so that the glutinous rice inside won't be exposed, and then tie it with a string like this."

"Auntie, why do some people like to eat sweet rice dumplings?"

"Where can sweet rice dumplings smell as good as meat rice dumplings?" Fatty asked Aunt Huang, puzzled.

Following the steps, she quickly wrapped a zongzi, crooked and uneven, but it was easily recognizable when placed in the basket.

Aunt Huang was also wrapping her own zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), and said with a smile, "Sweet zongzi are delicious too, but the taste is different in every place."

Grandma smiled, her eyes crinkling. "So you're not going to eat any of these sweet rice dumplings?"

After wrapping a triangular rice dumpling, Lin Ziyan placed it in the basket next to her.

She just wrapped sweet rice dumplings.

The chubby girl shook her head vigorously, "I prefer meat-filled rice dumplings."

"Ayan, what about you?"

Lin Ziyan picked up a bamboo leaf and prepared to learn how to wrap meat dumplings. "I can eat both flavors, but I prefer meat dumplings, especially fresh ones, which have a fresh fragrance from the bamboo leaves."

She used to only eat sweet rice dumplings, but after trying meat rice dumplings in a small town in the south, she stopped insisting on eating only sweet rice dumplings.

"Right? I also prefer meat dumplings." The chubby girl added another piece of meat, and Aunt Chen tapped her hand with her chopsticks.

She silently picked out the meat and pouted.

Lin Ziyan smiled and raised an eyebrow.

Grandma laughed and said, "It doesn't taste good with succulents, one is just right."

As they chatted, their hands moved faster and faster.

In no time, half of the glutinous rice in the enamel basin was gone, and the meat on the plate was also reduced.

"They're wrapping zongzi!"

Lin Ziyan turned to look at the doorway, where Secretary Qin was standing, his face so wrinkled from smiling that it could trap a mosquito.

He was also carrying a light black plastic bag, which he casually tossed around.

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