Third Uncle rolled his eyes and fainted immediately.
However, Lou Xiao'e's popular science work has not stopped.
"Like a clan chief, in ancient times, if someone in the village made a mistake, the village chief would usually handle it. This handling was not a direct order, but rather the severity of the punishment would be determined according to the seriousness of the problem. A qualified village chief should give a satisfactory answer to the whole village."
"If the village chief wants to protect someone, then the cohesion of this clan will likely become worse and worse. In the end, everyone will fall apart."
The third uncle, who was lying down, twitched his eyelids violently twice.
I opened my eyes, still confused.
Upon seeing Wang Shouren, he immediately said tremblingly, "Shouren, Xiaozheng is still a child. Can you forgive him this time? He..."
"Third Uncle," Wang Shouren smiled, "I can't say for sure about this."
This means they're not going to help anymore.
Third Uncle wanted to speak again.
But Wang Shouren didn't want to torment the old man any longer: "Third Uncle, if he dared to kidnap my father-in-law and mother-in-law this time, who knows who he'll kidnap next time? How many elderly people live here in this village? Today, all the people who came are elderly from their families. If the young and strong from their families come later, what do you think they'll say?"
Interests have always been an excellent means of binding people together.
Just as Wang Shouren said, if you kidnap Qin's father and mother today, what about your parents tomorrow?
Qin Family Village is the Qin family's stronghold. Most of the elderly residents don't want to leave; they've lived there their whole lives. Besides, as they say, Qin Family Village is now like a paradise, which is already quite good. Why would they want to leave? But this inexplicable and unstable factor has suddenly appeared.
This is where the big problems lie.
With a net worth of tens of millions, one could barely be considered to have a certain status. Some people even knew the details of Wang Shouren's contract with the higher-ups. Those on the outside weren't worried. But this mole had emerged from within. No matter what, they couldn't let him stay.
Third Uncle's face was ashen; he knew that Wang Shouren was right.
He's just old, not stupid. Qin Zheng's intentions were never right to begin with. And now...
It wasn't until this morning that he learned exactly how much money his grandson owed and how many despicable things he had done.
“Tsk, if this were a normal clan, everyone would take a little from here and a little from there, and the matter would be over. But he just won’t say anything and keeps making a fuss like this…” Lou Xiao’e continued to explain from the side.
That's true. It might be hard for people to understand now, but back in my hometown, when my parents encountered problems, they'd sometimes say that so-and-so had helped so-and-so pay off gambling debts, and that their family would be alright. Most villages actually did that. Given Uncle San's influence in Qin Family Village, paying it off once or twice wouldn't be a problem. Even if the money was completely wasted.
As for the money Qin Zheng owes, it would be enough if each family contributed a portion.
But Qin Zheng just happens to do this kind of thing.
Third Uncle's face turned even paler.
“Third Uncle, I have an idea for you…” Wang Shouren looked at his Third Uncle indifferently.
Third Uncle left, leaving the village. No one tried to drive him away, but he insisted on going. Qin Zheng was ultimately not sentenced; he was arrested and detained for more than ten days before being released. Third Uncle also left the village.
Wang Shouren's idea for his third uncle was simple: sell their shares, and he would buy them. This way, the financial hole could be covered. Moreover, they could use the money to live elsewhere. Of course, "they" here didn't refer to his third uncle, but rather to Qin Zheng and his friends. Upon hearing this, the third uncle looked at the others.
Not a single person stood up to oppose it.
He realized that he might have no way out.
He had to choose between his grandson and the village, and in the end, he chose his village. It's pitiful that the old man, at his advanced age, is still worrying about his grandson.
Uncle San, leaning on his cane, stood at the entrance of the police station, watching Qin Zheng come out of the station.
He boasted to his underlings, "See? I told you I'd be fine. Who's this guy?"
As Qin Zheng was speaking, he suddenly saw his third uncle standing at the door. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately put on a well-behaved expression: "Grandpa!"
He's in his forties, but he still calls me "Grandpa" sweetly.
Looking at his appearance, the third uncle said in a voice tinged with vicissitude, "Qin Zheng."
"Oh? What's wrong, Grandpa? I'm telling you, Grandpa, I've been wronged."
"Qin Zheng!" Third Uncle's voice grew even louder: "You've been kicked out of the village."
"Wh...what?" Qin Zheng was stunned, then immediately became furious: "Why should I go find them?!"
The third uncle didn't move, just watched Qin Zheng walk away angrily. Qin Zheng hadn't taken two steps when he turned back and said, "Grandpa, how could they do this? They're so heartless."
"Qin Zheng, I'm going to sell the family shares."
"Sold? How much did it sell for?" A strange light flashed in Qin Zheng's eyes.
He knew the shares were valuable.
Third Uncle's heart sank little by little.
"I also left the village."
"Oh, what's the big deal, Grandpa? We can sell it and buy a big house with the money. What's there to be afraid of?" Qin Zheng didn't care at all. As long as he had money, that was all that mattered to him.
"Okay, okay," Uncle San said twice.
“Right? I think it’s good too. Staying in the village is boring, it’s so impersonal. Grandpa, let me tell you…”
"Qin Zheng," the third uncle interrupted Qin Zheng.
"ah?"
"This is the money from the sale." Third Uncle took out a savings book from his pocket and handed it to Qin Zheng.
Qin Zheng quickly took it, opened it, and immediately frowned: "Grandpa! How come there's only this much! No, this is bullying! I have to call the police to arrest them!"
"The money you owe." Third Uncle seemed to have little strength left, so he spoke as little as possible.
Qin Zheng stopped in his tracks and quickly went through the calculation in his mind. If this calculation method was followed, it would indeed be considered reasonable.
Actually, he'd wanted to sell his family shares for a long time. What was the point of leaving them there? The meager annual dividends weren't even enough for him to go out and have fun. Now, he could finally go out and gamble a few times—he had so much money. Strangely, he felt that perhaps coming here wasn't such a bad thing after all; at least he'd made a considerable amount of money, hadn't he?
"That's more like it, Grandpa. You go back first, I have something to do. See you later." Qin Zheng waved his hand and prepared to leave.
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