"That idiot sister of mine deserves to be in a museum!" the third brother said angrily. After making this round of calls, they already knew over a million people, and there were still others they didn't know. Most importantly, they were all their relatives and friends. If Song Shiyu ran away, wouldn't they have to clean up her mess? Wouldn't Fenglan have to go to jail?
"What do we do now? Let's go and catch Song Shiyu, don't let him get away." Chunni rolled up her sleeves. Although his family was rich and could pay back the money, money doesn't grow on trees. With such a reputation, how could his family and the third son stand in society? They couldn't run their business anymore, all their previous good reputation was wasted, and the impact on Manman was immeasurable.
Wu Zhiqi bit her tongue to calm herself down. "Zhang Tao, call Song Shiyu tomorrow morning and tell him we're going to his company for an inspection. We'll go back to the village tomorrow morning, bring all the investors with us, and have him refund our money."
"Can we still get out?" Li Mancang asked worriedly.
"It should be possible. That group recently raised funds and is currently riding high. They must have raised a lot of capital. Moreover, Song Shiyu trusts that group. He's just making a profit from the difference. As long as the company doesn't collapse, he won't run away. Our numbers aren't that many, so the company will most likely not allow any trouble," Zhang Tao analyzed.
“It’s unacceptable for others to be scammed. It’s all the hard-earned money they’ve saved up their whole lives. If we didn’t know, that would be one thing, but if we did, we can’t let them scam us like this,” Li Mancang said in a deep voice. “The old man has saved up his entire life savings for his retirement. If he’s scammed out of it all, how can he survive?”
Zhang Tao coughed lightly. "Dad, not everyone thinks it's a scam. Some people must have received the interest, which is why so many people were brought in. When we go back to the village tomorrow, not everyone will necessarily be willing to get their money back."
“Dad, Zhang Tao is right. Good intentions don’t always lead to good results. Even if we take it to the police station, their company has all the necessary permits and operates legally. These people are all doing it voluntarily and haven’t broken the law. Let’s just mind our own business,” the third son advised.
Li Mancang… “Does anyone really believe that?”
The second brother said, "Go back to the village tomorrow morning and see if anyone is willing to give up their money. Make them sign the papers and tell them not to come looking for us if anything happens in the future."
"It would be best to find a camera to record it," Feng Chun suggested.
Third brother: "I don't have any, I'll bring them tomorrow morning."
“I have an idea,” Su Mo suddenly said.
Third son: "What? Just tell me! Dad's hair is visibly turning white."
Everyone... how could they not have seen it?
Su Mo rolled her eyes at the third brother: "Tomorrow I'll use my connections to investigate that company. You guys should go and ask for your money back. You can hire reporters to go undercover and take pictures of the evidence of their illegal fundraising and hand it over to the police. The only problem is that we don't know if the funds have been transferred, so we can't estimate the investors' losses."
"Let's do it this way," everyone agreed in unison. It's better to do it sooner rather than later.
Su Mo contacted the reporter, Lao San arranged for a bus, and the others went back to rest. Li Mancang and Wu Zhiqi didn't sleep all night. The villagers only had that little bit of demolition compensation. If they were really swindled out of it, wouldn't that be a matter of life and death?
The next morning, before dawn, Li Mancang, Wu Zhiqi, Li Mantun, Liu Cuihua, Lao Er and Lao San, along with the two reporters Su Mo had found, set off.
"Uncle Mancang, Uncle Mantun are back? It's been a while since I've seen you!" As soon as we arrived at the resettlement house, a neighbor came out to buy breakfast and greeted us warmly.
"I had some things to do when I got back. Have you eaten yet?" Li Mantun replied.
"No, I don't feel like cooking. I just came out to buy some things. I'll be home in a bit."
"Okay!"
Li Mancang and Li Mantun went to find the village chief, who now works at the street office and is still in charge of the resettlement housing area.
Wu Zhiqi and Liu Cuihua returned home. Xing Song and Xing Ping's families now live in the house, while Xing Hu and Xing Yuan's husband and wife live in the city.
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