Everything in life was going well.
But today Duan Yong said he was going to play with his girlfriend tonight and would be back very late. Neither of them cared, since their son was the only one there.
Unexpectedly, just now, a strange man called and said he was Xiaoying's cousin.
They said that Duan Yong tried to rape Xiao Ying that night, but they caught him.
Then they gave him two options: one was to pay 5,000 yuan and let the matter drop; the other was to call the police and have Duan Yong arrested and imprisoned.
Upon hearing that they would be going to jail, the elderly couple immediately panicked and begged each other not to call the police, promising to quickly gather money for the job.
5,000 yuan! If Duan Chunsheng hadn't bought the boat, he probably would have gone there directly.
But now that he has just bought the boat, he doesn't have that much money left, so he can only ask Ye Cheng for help.
One reason was to see if he could lend money, and the other was to have Ye Cheng accompany him to the city to bring Duan Yong back.
Upon hearing this, three words immediately popped into Ye Cheng's mind: honey trap.
It's been shown on TV so many times, it's such an old formula.
Duan Yong, a migrant worker from a village, is poor, uneducated, and not even as handsome as himself. It's a wonder that city girls would be interested in him.
There's no such thing as a free lunch, and love at first sight is a lie.
After Duan Chunsheng finished speaking, tears streamed down his face. He looked at Ye Cheng and pleaded in a low voice, "Cheng, please help your uncle. Lend me some more money. I can pay a higher interest rate. Then come with me to pick up Xiao Yong. Our whole family will be grateful to you. Really."
“Yes, Cheng, lend us some more money. Xiao Yong is still young. He can’t go to jail. If he goes to jail, his life will be over.” Aunt Duan also rushed over, crying.
The issue of going to jail, although society keeps saying not to discriminate, not to discriminate...
Ye Cheng remained silent, considering how to explain things to them.
But as soon as he stopped speaking, the elderly couple became anxious and turned to look at Xiao Hu.
"Xiao Hu, put in a good word for your uncle. Xiao Yong grew up with you guys too."
Xiao Hu scratched his head awkwardly. He really wanted to say that he had just been in a fight, but he was too embarrassed to say it.
There's an unwritten rule in the village: internal strife is one thing, but unity is another when it comes to external matters. Although Duan Yong has had a grudge against them, shouldn't saving people be the priority right now?
Xiao Hu turned to look at Ye Cheng, but before he could speak, Ye Cheng waved his hand to stop him.
“Okay, Uncle, Xiao Hu, you, and I will ride our motorcycles into the city.”
"Ah, okay, okay." Duan Chunsheng was overjoyed to hear Ye Cheng agree to help, but then he looked at Ye Cheng awkwardly, "Then what about the money?"
"Don't worry about the money, I'll take it with me. I'm going to get my motorcycle now, Uncle, get dressed and wait for me."
"Okay, okay, I'm all dressed."
"Thank you, thank you, Cheng. You are truly a great benefactor to my family."
Ignoring Duan Chunsheng's words, Ye Cheng pulled Xiao Hu out.
Walking down the street, Ye Cheng handed Xiao Hu a cigarette and said with a serious expression, "This group is setting up a trap. They might start fighting when we get into the city."
Xiao Hu was stunned for a moment, "What, a setup? Holy crap, no wonder you weren't saying anything earlier."
"Then why would we give you any money, bro?"
Once this guy realized what was happening, his expression immediately changed, and he looked eager to try it out.
"Give me a damn thing! Bring your weapons. I'm bringing a fake envelope. If things don't look right, call the police. This honey trap has come to our village, damn it!" Ye Cheng was also quite drunk tonight, feeling unusually excited.
As for Xiaohu, this internet-addicted teenager, he's obsessed with killing monsters every day.
The two returned to Ye Cheng's house and searched for a long time, but the knife was not suitable and could easily cause an accident.
The bricks are too big to fit, so we'll have to use sticks instead.
Ideally, they would have had an iron pipe, but they didn't. So, they each found a short stick about 20 centimeters long, put it in a bag, and pretended to be carrying money.
The motorcycle roared to life, and Ye Cheng set off with Duan Chunsheng and Xiao Hu in tow.
Three men on one motorcycle—it was a bit cramped, but not unacceptable.
Along the way, Duan Chunsheng asked Ye Cheng no less than five times if he had brought any money, but Ye Cheng brushed him off each time.
He did bring a card, just in case.
According to Xiaoying's so-called cousin, the three of them rode motorcycles to the ground floor of a residential building in Donghai City.
It wasn't like the commercial housing complexes of later generations; it was more like a community where people pooled their resources to build houses in the past. There weren't many security guards, so I just walked in.
When Ye Cheng and his group arrived, it was already past 10 p.m., and many rooms were already dark and people were asleep.
"Hey, hey, we've arrived. The innermost doorway, the third floor, right? We'll be right up. Please don't hurt Xiaoyong."
Duan Chunsheng called Xiaoying's cousin again to confirm the location.
The innermost doorway, on the 3rd floor.
Ye Cheng looked up and saw that the third floor was a bit high and had security bars installed. If there were many people on the other side, jumping out of the building was not an option; he would have to force his way in.
Let's talk first, and if that doesn't work, we'll call the police.
The three of them tiptoed up to the third floor, knocked on the left door, and a muffled voice came from inside.
Then, with a click, the door opened, and a skinny guy, about 1.7 meters tall, stood crookedly in the doorway, with a head of blond hair and the character "忍" (ren, meaning to endure) tattooed on his arm.
Tattoos still exist these days, and almost everyone who goes out into the world likes to get one, though the aesthetics are often quite appalling.
Most people get a single character tattooed, such as "忍" (ren, meaning thrift) or "龙" (long, meaning dragon).
Those with more money might get a vague tiger or flower design, but a full sleeve tattoo is out of the question because it's too expensive.
Judging from this skinny, blond-haired guy's sinister look, he's no good.
"You're Duan Yong's father?" The blond-haired boy glanced sideways at the somewhat aged Duan Chunsheng.
Duan Chunsheng bowed and said, "Yes, I am Duan Yong's father, here to pick him up."
The blond-haired guy showed no sign of stepping aside, pointed at Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu, and asked warily, "Who are these two?"
"Oh, they're all from our village. They know Xiaoyong. I don't have a car, so I had to ask them to help me get here."
The blond-haired boy remained noncommittal, sized up Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu, and then stepped aside.
These few words made Ye Cheng's heart grow heavier.
The blond-haired guy was clearly asking if they were police officers because he thought they looked upright.
It seems like this group isn't doing this for the first time; they're probably not just street thugs.
Upon entering, the small living room was filled with smoke. Four or five young men with ill intentions sat on the sofa, smoking and watching the three with interest. There were also several iron pipes on the table.
Duan Chunsheng, an honest and simple man, had never seen anything like this before. It was like a scene from a Hong Kong gangster movie. He was so frightened that his legs went weak, which made the young men extremely smug.
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