That very night, Sun Jiarou found out who it was.
Because Wang Ermazi came to their house demanding money, and said that if they didn't give it to him, he would tell everyone about it.
Enraged, Sun Guoan slapped Sun Jiarou on the spot.
"shameless!"
Chen Guizhen wanted to stop him, but she was also afraid of Sun Guoan's angry appearance, so she could only pull her eldest son's arm and ask him to go and stop him.
"Dad," before Sun Guoan could deliver the second slap, Sun Jiarou's older brother, Sun Jiarong, mustered up the courage to step forward and pull him back.
Sun Guoan's eyes were red with anger as he turned to glare at him.
Sun Jiarong was also a little overwhelmed by his father's gaze, but it wasn't appropriate to do it in front of outsiders, and besides...
The important thing now is not to beat Sun Jiarou.
The important thing is Wang Ermazi in front of them, and the son of the textile factory director. If this marriage falls through, how will their family clean up the mess left by his uncle's previous trouble, and what about his fourth brother's job?
Thinking this, he didn't care whether Sun Guoan was angry or not, and hugged his arm tightly, "Dad, calm down first."
No matter what, Sun Guoan has been the Party Secretary for so many years, so managing his emotions is a piece of cake for him; it just depends on whether he's willing to or not.
Even though he was still angry after slapping her, he knew he couldn't hit Sun Jiarou in front of outsiders again.
He glared at her, then said coldly, "Get inside."
Sun Jiarou had never suffered such an injustice in her life. Half of her face was swollen and burning with pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't dare to utter a sound.
Upon hearing Sun Guoan tell her to leave, she covered her face and ran out without hesitation.
Wang Ermazi never expected Sun Guoan to be so ruthless. After all, everyone in the village had seen how his family had treated Sun Jiarou in the past.
They didn't pamper her like a princess, but they doted on her more than other families in the village. She was well-fed and cared for from a young age, and not only did they send her to high school, but they also basically never let her work in the fields afterward.
That's why Wang Ermazi dared to come and ask for money.
He had already planned ahead, and based on the extent of the Sun family's affection for Sun Jiarou, he could get a lot of money.
But now...
He glanced at Sun Guoan, who still had a cold expression, and then at the four Sun brothers. Suddenly, he regretted coming.
If they were to lay a hand on him, they would surely kill him.
“Um,” Wang Ermazi said, wanting to leave.
As soon as he spoke, Sun Guoan immediately looked up and stared at him, "Who else did you say those things to?"
“Nobody,” Wang Ermazi shook his head. “I heard it this morning, and then I went home.”
He thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you give me a hundred dollars, no one else will know about this."
Chen Guizhen's face immediately turned ugly.
"How many?"
"One hundred yuan? Why don't you just rob someone!"
"If I don't get the money," Wang Ermazi clenched his fists and said fiercely, "I'll go out and shout right now, so the whole brigade knows!"
“You dare?” Sun Jiarong glared at him, his face grim.
"Why don't we give it a try?" Wang Ermazi said with a shameless, "I'm barefoot and I'm not afraid of people wearing shoes."
Sun Jiarong clenched his fists and was about to lunge at him, but Sun Guoan stopped him.
Sun Guoan stared at Wang Ermazi for a long time, then winked at Chen Guizhen.
Chen Guizhen's eyes widened in disbelief, almost popping out of their sockets. "You really want to give it to him?"
Sun Guoan turned his gaze back to Wang Ermazi, "I don't know if you're going to lie to me."
“Definitely not,” Wang Ermazi’s eyes lit up when he heard that there was really money to be made.
“Just because you say no doesn’t mean no,” Chen Guizhen said, her face still looking grim. But she didn’t dare disobey Sun Guoan, so she went inside, counted out a hundred yuan, and handed it to him.
Wang Ermazi excitedly took a step forward, but before he could touch the money, Sun Jiarong pushed him backward.
“Ten yuan a month,” Sun Guoan said, looking at him. “I will pay it all in ten months.”
“That won’t do,” Wang Ermazi immediately retorted upon hearing this. “Then I’d have to wait a year.”
“No way?” Sun Guoan sneered.
“No,” Wang Ermazi said.
He's not stupid. How can taking 100 yuan at once be the same as taking 100 yuan a year?
As the old saying goes, money is only truly yours when it's in your own hands.
“Okay,” Sun Guoan nodded. Just as Wang Ermazi reached out to take the money, he suddenly pulled his hand back and stuffed the money directly into his pocket.
Wang Ermazi was taken aback.
“Then go ahead and shout it,” Sun Guoan said. “At worst, we’ll just let Han Zhiqing marry our Jiarou. You’d better shout it out loud so the whole brigade knows.”
"Huh?" Wang Ermazi was dumbfounded.
“I’m giving you two options right now,” Sun Guoan said, squinting at him coldly. “Either you get ten yuan a month and you shut your mouth completely, or you don’t get a single penny.”
Finally, Wang Ermazi left the Sun family's gate with ten yuan in his pocket.
No one knew about the chaos that ensued at the Sun family's house that night. All that was known was that the next day, Wang Ermazi, unusually, went to Xie Zhuo's house carrying a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine.
I don't know what he said, but not long after, Xie Zhuo, with a dark face, grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him out of the house.
Behind them followed Chen Lihua and Xu Cangsong, both with equally dark faces.
"What's going on?" People gathered around after seeing this.
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