Mr. Bo said he would rather die than bend? Really good (9)

"Where is my son? Is he in your house? Hand him over to me right now!"

As soon as Jiang Zhiming rushed into the Bo family's house, he started yelling.

Originally, I came here to ask for money, so I had to show my strength from the beginning.

The more the other party thinks you are unreasonable, the more likely they are to be unable to stand it and choose to pay you off.

This is what Jiang Zhiming learned after spending so many years in the lower classes of society.

Mother Bo looked at the man who rushed into her house with great momentum, and frowned. His good upbringing prevented him from saying anything harsh, so he just asked in a distant and indifferent tone,

"Sir, are you mistaken?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? My son is Jiang Ye! I heard that he married your family, so I came to find him... Hurry up and bring my son out. See if he recognizes me as his father!"

Jiang Zhiming held his head high and looked at Mother Bo with confidence, as if he was there to find his son.

His voice was so loud that it could be called a folk song, and even the dim light in the room on the second floor could hear it.

Mu Guang heard the noise, came out of the room and walked down to the living room.

"What's going on?"

Looking at the strange man who appeared inexplicably in the living room, Mu Guang's face was gloomy and cold, and his eyes were full of oppression.

Jiang Zhiming felt a little guilty, but he had to put on airs. He puffed out his chest and glared at Mu Guang, "I'm Jiang Ye's father, bring him out to me!"

Only then did Mother Bo come to her senses.

The main reason was that she was too shocked and didn't react for a while.

How could such a pretty and good-looking girl like Jiang Ye have a father who is so rude and unkempt?

"Twilight, he said it was Jiang Ye's dad...you should call him uncle."

Although Mother Bo had ignored Bo Muguang before, but in this situation, Mother Bo still wanted to help Bo Muguang to please his father-in-law.

Muguang's brows were furrowed and never relaxed.

"Are you really Jiang Ye's father?"

It turns out that she is just like Bo's mother, and doesn't believe that Jiang Ye would have such a father.

Jiang Zhiming's eyes widened. "Hey, you still don't believe it? If you don't believe it, bring my son out and let him see if I am his father!"

After saying this, seeing that neither Bo Muguang nor the woman moved, Jiang Zhiming opened his voice first and started shouting in the huge villa area.

"Jiang Ye! Jiang Ye——"

"I'm your father! Get out of here right now!"

…

Seeing that the man was about to continue making trouble, Bo's mother hurried forward, pulled Jiang Zhiming, and said anxiously, "My dear relatives, my dear relatives! Calm down, Xiaoye is not at our house!"

Jiang Zhiming then gradually lowered his voice and stopped shouting.

He turned his head, looked at Mother Bo and asked, "Not here? Didn't my son marry your son? If he's not here with you, where else can he be?"

Mother Bo glanced at the silent Muguang, glared at him fiercely, and then smiled at Jiang Zhiming in a friendly manner, "Xiao Ye and Muguang had a little quarrel, so he left our house temporarily..."

"Why don't you give him a call and ask him where Aye is now?"

To be honest, she was also concerned about where Jiang Ye was now.

Whether you have enough to eat or not, whether you have enough clothes to wear or not, whether you are lonely or not, whether you are worried or not.

Jiang Zhiming's face showed embarrassment for a moment.

During this period, Jiang Ye had changed his phone number, and he had no idea how to contact Jiang Ye.

"I will contact him to handle this matter myself when I get back."

Jiang Zhiming changed the subject and asked loudly, "Tell me first, why is it so easy for my son, who I raised with great difficulty, to marry into your family? In ancient times, people talked about an eight-lift sedan chair. My son married into your family in a legitimate way?"

Mother Bo thought that Jiang's father was just afraid that Jiang Ye had been wronged, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "All parents in the world are caring."

"My dear, don't worry! As long as Jiang Ye wants, we will hold a wedding for him immediately! We will never treat him unfairly or ignore him!"

"Ha! You haven't even mentioned marriage, haven't even given me any betrothal gifts, and you still have the nerve to say you won't treat me badly or snub me?!"

Jiang Zhiming spoke in a sarcastic tone, as if he wanted to make the other party feel ashamed.

Mother Bo was embarrassed and did not speak for a while.

At this time, Twilight spoke.

"So, you came here specifically to ask for the betrothal gift?"

The lukewarm voice invisibly dampened Jiang Zhiming's momentum.

Jiang Zhiming looked at Bo Muguang and said righteously, "Aren't you marrying my son? Isn't it normal for you to ask for a betrothal gift? You have such a rich background, if you can't even come up with a betrothal gift, what's the point of talking about true love!"

It makes sense to ask for a betrothal gift.

Mu Guang raised the corners of his lips and smiled coldly.

"If you want a betrothal gift, well, you have to find your son first."

"Your son has already married me, and he ran away from home. If you don't bring your son to me, I won't give you a penny of betrothal gift."

When it comes to being a rogue, Bo Muguang seems to be even more vicious than Jiang Zhiming at this moment.

Mu Guang rubbed his thumb and index finger slowly, appearing calm and composed on the surface, but in fact he already had a definite idea in his mind.

Didn't Jiang Ye want to divorce him and run away from home?

As a result, he didn't have to look for it himself, but was brought to him by his own father...

Don’t you know how embarrassing it would be?

I'm afraid he must be both ashamed and angry.

See if that guy dares to do whatever he wants in front of him again.

"Uncle, you can have whatever you want. As long as you bring Jiang Ye to me, I will give you any betrothal gift you want."

After hearing what Bo Muguang said, Jiang Zhiming began to feel restless.

Any amount of betrothal gift is fine...

With the Bo family's assets, couldn't he just ask for hundreds of millions, or even billions, at will?

It’s enough for him to gamble for a lifetime, he is not afraid of losing!

Jiang Zhiming immediately smiled, "Boss Bo, don't worry, I'm Jiang Ye's father, I can definitely find Jiang Ye!"

After Jiang Zhiming left, Bo's mother couldn't help but ask Bo Muguang, "Do you think A Ye's father is a good person or a bad person? Why did you agree to him like that?"

Bo Muguang looked indifferent, "No matter whether he is a good person or a bad person."

As long as he can bring Jiang Ye back and make Jiang Ye admit his mistakes in front of him, it doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad.

…

After Jiang Ye left Bo's house, he went to Gu Beibei's house.

Gu Beibei is Jiang Ye's only friend. Apart from coming to him, Jiang Ye really doesn't know who else to look for.

Even Jiang Zhiming, who had a cold relationship with Jiang Ye, could think of this.

One day, Gu Beibei went out to work, and Jiang Ye came downstairs alone to pick up takeout.

He was holding the takeaway and was about to turn around when a man suddenly appeared from behind him. The man was already prepared and without hesitation, he smashed Jiang Ye's head with a brick in his hand.

A heavy pain came from the back of my head.

It felt like his skull was being smashed, the pain made Jiang Ye's face pale and he lost consciousness.

In just a blink of an eye, Jiang Ye lost his balance and fell straight forward.

Jiang Zhiming watched helplessly as Jiang Ye was knocked unconscious by the brick in his hand and fell to the ground.

The takeaway in Jiang Ye's hand also fell to the ground.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiming suddenly saw Jiang Ye falling to the ground, with bright red blood slowly flowing from his fair forehead.

Jiang Zhiming was startled and he hurried to test Jiang Ye's breathing.

If Jiang Ye died, he wouldn't be able to ask for money from Bo Muguang!

Fortunately, Jiang Ye only had a brain hemorrhage and was not dead.

Only then did Jiang Zhiming dare to throw away the brick in his hand.

He carried Jiang Ye on his back and brought her back to their shabby house in the van he had rented for a week.

…

Jiang Zhiming was afraid that Jiang Ye would run away after waking up, so he tied Jiang Ye tightly with a rope, even around his legs.

Because there was no such thing as so many ropes at home and Jiang Zhiming was reluctant to go out and buy some, he simply tore off a piece of steel wire from the furniture at home and tied it around Jiang Ye's legs.

Seeing that Jiang Ye hadn't woken up yet, Jiang Zhiming felt relieved and called Bo Muguang.

As soon as the call was connected, Jiang Zhiming said with great joy,

"Boss Bo, I found my son. I'll bring him to you whenever you need him!"

Mu Guang on the other end of the phone was stunned. He didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Would Jiang Ye's guy be so cooperative and come back to him?

But Bo Muguang did not ask Jiang Zhiming how he found Jiang Ye and how he got Jiang Ye back to him.

"Uncle, please bring Jiang Ye to our house. I will be back soon."

To be honest, he couldn't wait to see Jiang Ye standing in front of him.

I'm afraid he must be so ashamed that he can't even raise his head.

Just as Bo Muguang was about to hang up the phone, Jiang Zhiming suddenly laughed twice and said, "Boss Bo, the betrothal gift we agreed on... you give me 200 million first, and then after I bring the person to you, you give me another 200 million?"

What a big tone.

Even someone as wealthy as Bo Muguang doesn't think that a few hundred million is something he can talk about casually.

Especially, just about one person.

Rather than a project, a company.

Mu Guang laughed coldly, "Uncle, you are too talkative, aren't you going too far?"

No matter how rich he is, he won't waste money.

Jiang Zhiming was unhappy when he heard this. "Boss Bo, don't forget that you said in person that night that you would give me any betrothal gift as long as I brought my son to you. You are going back on your word now. Aren't you too unmanly?"

Dusk was coldly silent for a while.

After a moment, "Send me your account number and I'll have someone transfer it to you."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiming's anger turned into joy. After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly sent the account to Bo Muguang.

Bo Muguang had someone transfer 200 million into Jiang Zhiming's account.

Jiang Zhiming looked at the many zeros in his balance and was so happy that he wanted to kowtow to God. God, please take care of me! Two hundred million was so easy to get!

It’s simply a great thing!

Jiang Zhiming happily turned off his phone and dragged Jiang Ye, who had his hands and feet tied and was still unconscious, back into the van.

Half an hour later, Jiang Zhiming drove to Bo's house.

Bo Muguang thought of many ways to meet Jiang Ye again, but he never thought that the next time he saw Jiang Ye would be in the trunk of a van.

Jiang Ye's hands were tied with ropes and his legs were tied with rough steel wires.

Perhaps the wire pricked the skin too much, Jiangye's ankle had been rubbed and was bleeding.

Not only was there blood on his legs, but there was also dried dark blood on his forehead.

Jiang Ye woke up on the way here.

So the moment Bo Muguang saw Jiang Ye, Jiang Ye also opened his eyes and looked at him.