"ah!"
The sudden sound scared Wen Xin so much that she staggered. Her legs went limp and he pulled her hard, causing her to fall on him.
The hot chest mixed with the scorching breath coming from the man's nostrils frightened Wen Xin so much that she almost had a myocardial infarction.
She said in annoyance: "You, you are not drunk?"
Jun Mohan let out a smile and wanted to tell the truth, but seeing her face flushed with nervousness, he changed the subject and said, "Drunk, who are you?"
"Don't try to take advantage of me."
Wen Xin exhaled a turbid breath, supported his chest with both hands and stood up, "You old man, you are drunk, you scared me to death."
"Who's taking advantage of you?"
"But if you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you're a bastard," she said, pinching his nose hard. After all, he was drunk and she could bully him at will.
Just then, the phone in her trouser pocket rang, "Who is it so late?"
He muttered to himself and took out his cell phone, only to find that it was Wen Yue.
She hung up angrily, and another strange number continued to call, followed by many strange calls. Wen Xin frowned and had to answer one.
"Hello! Hello!"
"Ms. Wen, I'm a worker at the Wen Group. Your father owes me 130,000 yuan for the project. When will you pay me?"
With a warm smile, "Hello, what does this have to do with me?"
"Wen Guoqiang is your father. Your sister said that you took a lot of money with you when you left the Wen family. More than 50 of us migrant workers left our hometowns and came here to work for half a year. Your father owed us money, and he was arrested, so he had to ask you sisters to pay it back. Your sister said you have money."
Wen Xin laughed angrily, "Big Brother, you must have made a mistake. Ask around yourself. I was kicked out of the Wen family. How could I have money?"
"You should ask your sister about this. After all, the son should pay the father's debt. This is an eternal truth that has been passed down for thousands of years. Your sister is hiding and we can't find her, so we will come to stop you tomorrow. Your sister has already given us your address. I'm sorry."
Wen Xin said in a deep voice: "I sympathize with you, but I really can't do anything..."
Before he could finish his words, the migrant worker hung up the phone.
Jun Mohan opened his eyes on the ground and his sight fell on Wen Xin who was talking on the phone with a bad look on her face. He couldn't pretend anymore and stood up, leaning on the sofa with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at Wen Xin.
Wen Xin's heart was very sad. She didn't expect that Wen Yue would step on her bottom line again and again. She knew that if something happened to the Wen family, Wen Yue would not let her stay out of it, but she still overestimated her meanness.
Investigate her address, give her address to the workers, falsely accuse herself of having a lot of money, and put herself at risk.
This is what she did.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Xin turned around and met Jun Mo Han's gaze, which was as deep as a black hole. She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe away her tears. She smiled slightly and said, "You are not drunk after all, you are just pretending."
Jun Mohan was hurt by the smile on her lips. Looking at the tears that had not yet been wiped away from her eyes, he walked forward, stopped in front of her, and hugged her without saying anything.
Under the crystal chandelier, his low and hoarse voice came, "Cry if you want to. Don't be afraid. I'm here for you."
"Wow!" Wen Xin burst into tears, her chin resting on his chest, her eyes rubbing against his clothes, her whole body shaking with tears.
He just listened quietly, patting her back with both hands.
Comforting.
No words.
He knew her grievances.
Three minutes later, Wen Xin left his chest that smelled of alcohol and said, "Okay, thank you uncle, I'm fine now."
Jun Mohan looked at her swollen eyes and said calmly, "What happened?"
She exhaled and said, "I'm just unlucky. I met that kind of family. To put it nicely, I'm the second daughter of the Wen family, but to put it bluntly, I'm a slave. When the Wen family was prosperous, I never took a penny from them. Even the little income I earned from working in the Wen family had to be deducted from the food and accommodation expenses."
"Now the Wen family is in decline. My good sister Wen Yue said that I took a lot of money from their family and asked those debt collectors to ask me for it. I also gave them my address. They will come to block me tomorrow."
At this point, she stopped talking. Fortunately, she was unemployed, so she didn't have to go to work. She could go out after she had passed this risk.
Jun Mohan frowned, and a hint of coldness appeared in his beautiful eyes. Wen Yue wouldn't be able to show off for many days, and something bad was about to happen to the Mu family.
The Mu family must clean up the mess with the Wen family before anything goes wrong.
"Don't worry! I'll be here tomorrow, so even if there's a traffic jam, it's me."
"No, just work hard and don't get involved. I can take a few days off from work, and they can't do anything to me."
Jun Mohan said calmly: "Okay, but trust me, it will be resolved soon."
"Well, I'm going to rest first."
Watching Wen Xin enter the room, Jun Mohan took out his cell phone and sent a message.
[Mo Chen, I need all the information about Wen Yueming, the eldest daughter of the Wen family, about her movements the day after tomorrow.]
【What do you want it for? 】
【Kill the chicken to scare the monkey, give someone a taste of his own medicine. 】
[Okay, I'll check it out and send it to you right away.]
At three or four in the morning, Wen Xin was awakened by the quarreling in the community. She immediately put on her clothes and went to the balcony. She saw three security guards and dozens of men quarreling very loudly in the distance.
Since Wen Xin lived on the third floor and her house was diagonally opposite the main door, she could see it clearly. Plus, the men were very loud, so she could roughly understand it.
The migrant workers really came to ask for money, about 40 or 50 of them came together, and the security guards wouldn't let them in, so an argument broke out and they were almost about to fight.
Wen Xin quickly put on her clothes and walked out of the room. Jun Mohan, who heard the noise, also came out and called out to Wen Xin who was about to open the door to leave.
"Wen Xin, you are crazy. If you go out now, those migrant workers will be very extreme because they have been in trouble and cannot collect the debt. It will be bad for a weak woman like you."
Wen Xin turned around, a hint of urgency appeared on her innocent face, and she said calmly: "It's the middle of the night and the weather is very cold. I sympathize with their situation, but it's not my fault. I won't take the responsibility, but I can't just watch them go to extremes because of their fruitless debt collection. Uncle, do you understand what I mean?"
Jun Mohan didn't expect that the thin woman in front of him was still thinking about others at this time. Not to mention that she was a young woman, even he didn't have the courage to face so many men alone.
She gave him more and more surprises.
"Okay, I'll come with you and we'll talk."
The migrant workers downstairs were arguing fiercely with the security guards. One of the security guards said, "If you continue to make such a fuss, I will call the police immediately."
"Call the police! Call the police! We are here to ask for money. Even if the police come, they can't do anything to us."
Jun Mohan walked past Wen Xin, strode up, and said something to the security guard, but the security guard did not agree to let so many people enter the house.
Jun Mohan said, "Hello, I am Miss Wen Xin's husband. We just learned about this matter. Now send a few representatives to talk with me inside the house. The rest of you please wait outside the community. I will definitely give everyone a satisfactory answer."
"But don't do it. After all, you don't want to be arrested by the police, right?"
Wen Xin also said: "Yes, please believe us, I am definitely not that kind of person of the Wen family. I will not forgive myself if I don't explain. If possible, I can take you with me to ask for the project payment."
Everyone was stunned, obviously unable to believe it.
Three minutes later, the negotiation was successful, and five migrant workers and Wen Xinjun Mohan returned home.
Wen Xin said, "Please sit down! I'll pour you a glass of water."
"Don't bother. We are here today for one purpose. When can you pay us the money we owe you?"
Jun Mohan asked calmly: "How much does the Wen family owe you?"
The leading migrant worker took out a piece of paper with a lot of lists written on it. "This is the money that more than 50 of us have worked hard for half a year. The daily wages vary. The skilled workers get 300 yuan a day, the unskilled workers get 200 yuan a day, and the workers who carry bricks and cement get 150 yuan a day. There are also some odd jobs. They are all over 60 years old. It's not easy. The total amount owed for half a year is less than 3 million yuan."
Wen Xin frowned after hearing this, feeling very upset. An old man like this coming to work without any income, the Wen family really refreshed her three views.
She said anxiously, "Wen Guoqiang is such a jerk, how could he owe you so much? Didn't he settle a single cent with you?"
"What the hell is the settlement? We are already losing money on food. It's already September, almost the end of the year, and we don't even have the money to go home for the New Year."
"Yes! My family has collected 8,000 or 9,000 yuan from me when I came here to work, and now I owe more than 10,000 yuan on my credit cards and Alipay."
"We worked day and night, without even a break for the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. We were given mooncakes to get rid of them, but that was fine. We had expected Wen Guoqiang to settle our accounts at the end of the year, but we didn't expect something like this to happen."
"We are desperate, otherwise we wouldn't come to you for it. Girl, what your father did is not what a human being should do. The three migrant workers who died already had a hard-to-make ends meet at home, and he also had a sick mother, a child with cerebral palsy, and a wife with cancer. Your father ruined everything like this."
Wen Xin heard this and said in a trembling voice: "I don't have such a father. He is a beast."
Everyone was silent...
After a long while, Jun Mohan interrupted the silence, "I feel sorry for what you've been through. I work at Jun's Group, under President Jun. A few days ago, our President Jun sent the company's legal department to take over from you. Did you know about this?"
"I know. Mr. Jun is kind enough to let us join their company and even wants to pay for our lawsuit. But those are dead things. Only when the money is in our hands can it be alive. We can't wait for the lawsuit. After all, the lawsuit is a long process. We need to eat, our family needs money, and our children need to go to school."
"Even if we win the lawsuit, the Wen family is bankrupt. Where can he get the money for us?"
Jun Mohan frowned. These migrant workers didn't trust the law very much, nor did they understand the law. They only cared about money. This approach would probably not work, so they could only resort to social conventions.
He said calmly, "I believe you all know about Mr. Jun's power. As long as you join the Jun Group, your salary will be paid on time every month. In addition, our construction site provides food and accommodation, which solves your temporary living needs. During this period, we can wait for the lawsuit. If the lawsuit is won, the money will be deposited into the account. What's more, Wen Guoqiang dotes on his eldest daughter Wen Yue very much."
"You should also know that Wen Yue married into the Mu family, which is a large group in South City. The Wen family has no money, but the Mu family has money."
The leading migrant worker said, "Wen Yue said that she has no money. The second young lady took most of her family's money when she left the Wen family, so she asked us to come here to ask for it."
Wen Xin said excitedly: "How could you believe her words?"
"I am an illegitimate daughter. I was abandoned by the Mu family and was accused of killing my sister at the wedding. They kicked me and my mother out of the Wen family. How could they possibly give me money?"
"But......"
Jun Mohan said, "Wen Xin was kicked out with her sick mother. She had no money to treat her mother, so she married me in a flash. I spent all my savings to save her mother, but the money has run out. Do you think you can get the money from an ordinary person like me or from the Mu family?"
Everyone stopped talking.
Isn't it obvious?
This man is not rich, has an untidy beard, and all his money is used to treat his mother-in-law's illness. It would be useless to come to him.
Finally, Jun Mohan said, "I have a detailed record of Miss Wen's comings and goings tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. As long as you listen to me, you will definitely get the money."
Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, then said, "I am willing to accompany you to the Mu family to ask for money."
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