Satisfied, Ruan Yunxi withdrew her gaze. When Le Qiang's nephew arrived, they tactfully left.
During this time, Leqiang's nephew stayed by Leqiang's side, saying, "Uncle, don't worry, I'm here. Even if Leyao is in a labor camp, I will take care of you in your old age. You can't do that job anymore, so why don't I take your place?"
Le Qiang never expected that, even before he died, his father would start thinking about his job.
This nephew is still too young.
Le Qiang nodded. He just wanted a caring nephew to take care of him. Once he recovered, he would use him and then abandon him. He had worked hard for his current position for many years, so how could he let his nephew have it so easily?
He's just a nephew, not a son.
When it comes to his son...
Le Qiang sometimes regrets that he shouldn't have had malicious intentions towards that bitch.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be in this predicament now.
Thinking of something, Le Qiang narrowed his eyes, asked his nephew to bring him paper and pen, and wrote a line on the paper.
Upon seeing this, Le Jianjun's pupils constricted slightly: "Uncle, if this... if this is discovered, I'm afraid I'll be shot dead."
Leqiang wrote another line: "If you succeed, I'll give you the job, the little yellow fish that my grandparents left me, and the key to the old house. Do you want to do it?"
The temptation was too great, and Le Jianjun was madly in love.
His current job is tough; if he could take over his uncle's job, he would immediately become a leader.
Also, although the old house is in a remote area, housing is in short supply now. After his wife gives birth, there won't be enough room at home, so it's good for them to live in the old house.
More importantly, it's the small yellow croaker.
He wants small yellow croaker.
My parents were right; my grandparents really did give my uncle a lot of small yellow croakers.
Driven by self-interest, Le Jianjun nodded, struck a match, and burned the handwritten note to avoid leaving any evidence: "I'll do it. Only the two of us know about this."
Le Qiang nodded affirmatively.
“However, I’m afraid my uncle is getting old and forgets things. You promised me you’d write it down by hand, so we can keep some proof.” Le Jianjun wasn’t stupid; he wouldn’t feel at ease without a written agreement.
Le Qiang, who had hoped to get something for nothing, choked for a moment.
In order to get someone to avenge him, Le Qiang thought for three seconds, wrote down his promise on a piece of white paper, and signed and pressed his fingerprint on it.
Le Jianjun frowned after receiving the receipt: "But I don't have a gun! Does Uncle know where he can get a gun?"
Le Qiang: "......."
In the end, Le Qiang could only write down the location of the gun he had hidden and gave Le Jianjun the house key.
Le Jianjun was secretly delighted to have the key. He had finally gotten his hands on the key to his uncle's house. Now, even if he emptied his uncle's house, his uncle couldn't do anything to him.
Such a good opportunity, I must secretly find something valuable and keep it for myself.
It is said that his uncle received a lot of bribes.
It shouldn't be a problem for him to take it along the way!
Le Jianjun took the key and rode his bike quickly to Le Qiang's house. With an excited heart and trembling hands, he tried several times to open the door.
I thought I could explore my uncle's house right away, pick and choose what to take away, but who knew that as soon as I opened the door...
Le Jianjun blinked.
He doubted he was seeing things.
Blink again.
Are you sure you didn't misread it: "Empty?"
"How could it be empty?"
Le Jianjun suspected he had gone to the wrong place. He walked out of the tenement building, checked the unit door, and confirmed that this was the right place.
Le Jianjun took the key and opened the door again, but it was still empty.
Le Jianjun: "..."
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