That evening.
After the food festival ended.
As usual, Gan Yimu and the thin, dark-skinned man waited for Zhang Weiguo at the parking lot in front of Kyoto University.
They're furious today.
Just like yesterday, Zhang Weiguo never answered any of the text messages or phone calls.
I only know to accept money when it's time to receive it; otherwise, I've never even touched the word "accept".
500,000 yuan was given away, but nothing was done. Anyone would be furious in that situation.
Not long after, they saw Zhang Weiguo walking towards the parking lot.
Zhang Weiguo usually parks his car in the parking lot not far from the school gate, and then every morning he and others take a bus to the Kyoto Food Festival venue.
In the evening, after the bus returned to the school, he continued driving to his home.
Gan Yimu said he had figured out Zhang Weiguo's strategy completely.
Zhang Weiguo had already worked all day, but he didn't seem tired at all.
He walks with a light, airy gait, and even bounces around a couple of times, like a young man in his early twenties.
Maybe it's because I have money in my pocket that my mindset has become younger.
"Good heavens, they're still acting like nothing happened. They really don't take us seriously," Gan Yimu muttered.
The henchman beside him clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Damn it, this guy isn't nervous at all. Does he think we're too scared to mess with him?"
He was nearly driven mad by Zhang Weiguo these past two days.
Only two of them came tonight, but they weren't flustered at all.
Because both of them were young men in their early twenties, and Gan Yimu was all muscle and very tall.
They weren't afraid of losing to Zhang Weiguo at all.
In their eyes, Zhang Weiguo was a good-for-nothing who was about to retire, someone they could easily kill with a single punch.
If we can't give them a satisfactory explanation tonight, they can't blame us for taking action.
Zhang Weiguo saw Gan Yimu and his group from afar, but he didn't seem afraid at all. He walked towards his car as if nothing had happened.
"Principal Zhang, do you still remember your promise?" Gan Yimu stepped forward and asked before Zhang Weiguo even reached the car.
The tone was full of reproach.
Faced with Gan Yimu's question, Zhang Weiguo looked at them with suspicion.
He scratched his head, looking innocent, and asked, "Who are you guys? Do I know you?"
Upon hearing this, Gan Yimu and his companion were immediately stunned.
What's wrong with Zhang Weiguo? He doesn't recognize them anymore.
But thinking about it, how could that be? It's clearly just faking madness.
The dark-skinned, thin man realized the truth and immediately pointed at Zhang Weiguo, shouting, "Stop pretending you don't know anything! What happened to what we asked you to do? We've been calling you all day, why haven't you answered a single call?"
"What the hell?" Zhang Weiguo thought to himself.
In fact, the numbers Zhang Weiguo gave them were just random numbers he wrote down; they weren't the numbers he actually used.
Even if we fought for two days, we still wouldn't be able to reach him, not even if we fought until the end of the world.
Faced with the questioning, Zhang Weiguo waved his hand, looking completely indifferent: "Do I know you guys that well? Why should I answer your calls? Besides, my phone hasn't rung at all."
After saying that, he took out his phone, opened the call log, and waved it at them.
By this time, Gan Yimu and the others realized they had been tricked. From beginning to end, Zhang Weiguo had never intended to help them.
All of this was just a scheme to turn the tables.
They never expected that Zhang Weiguo, who looked like a penniless wretch, would be so cunning.
This was something they really hadn't expected.
Seeing that nothing he said would make a difference, Gan Yimu stretched out his hand, looking like he wanted money: "I don't care anymore. Since you're not going to help, then give us our money back."
It's 500,000 yuan, which isn't much for the wealthy, but for the vast majority of people, 500,000 yuan is definitely not a small amount.
There are many things you can do now.
Although Gan Yimu didn't lack the 500,000 yuan, since Zhang Weiguo hadn't done anything, he naturally wanted to take it back.
Not only should we take it back, we should also beat him up.
To vent the anger in his heart.
Hearing Gan Yimu and the others ask for money, Zhang Weiguo was still quite bewildered and asked.
"What money? When did I take your money?"
"??????"
"?????????"
Faced with Zhang Weiguo's complete ignorance, Gan Yimu and the other man were utterly bewildered.
This guy is so shameless.
It's one thing to take the money and not do the work, but to deny it altogether is another.
Unfortunately, no video was recorded when the money was paid.
No written agreement was signed.
After all, it's best not to leave any trace of such a thing, so they didn't think too much about it.
But no matter how much I thought about it, I never imagined that Zhang Weiguo would be this kind of person.
One set on the front, another on the back.
They turn their backs on you as soon as the matter is over.
Who would have thought that just two nights ago, these three were having a great time chatting, but today they're acting like complete strangers meeting for the first time.
At this moment, the dark-skinned, thin man could no longer hold back. He clenched his fists, stepped forward, and was about to attack Zhang Weiguo.
Faced with the enemy's fierce advance, the chubby Zhang Weiguo stood still, his arms crossed over his chest.
He said slowly, "I advise you to think carefully. This is Kyoto University's territory. If anything happens to me, let me tell you, the whole country will be watching."
Upon hearing this, even though he was furious, the dark-skinned, thin man had no choice but to stop.
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