Mao Xia's life was not easy. It was almost Chinese New Year, and she should have received dividends from her investment in the electric fan factory. However, for some reason, despite the factory's good business, Zhou Jian'an said at the end of the year that the factory had no money to distribute dividends.
"How could we not have money? We handle orders worth tens of millions a year. Even with low profit margins, we can't possibly be short of cash."
Zhou Jian'an smiled and earnestly said:
“Xiaxia, you're young and don't understand things, so your uncle won't blame you. But you can't think of things so simply! Think about it, we have a lot of orders, tens of millions a year, but what kind of products do we make? We make small appliances! Small appliances already have low profit margins, and we have to go through all the trouble of shipping them to South America. The shipping costs aren't low. After all that trouble, where will we have any money left? Besides, the factory's electricity, rent, and labor costs are all considerable expenses. All things considered, isn't that why we don't have any money for dividends?”
Mao Xia was trembling with anger. Zhou Jian'an was shameless. The factory had so much money, it could have made at least several million, but he tampered with the accounts, openly falsifying records and acting like a scoundrel.
They just bully her because she's young and has no one to back her up, and she's too scared to call the police.
"Uncle, you know I'm short of money, you can't treat me like this. You're driving me to the brink! My mother is still your own sister, she's been good to you, how can you treat your own niece like this?"
Zhou Jian'an wasn't like this before. No matter how bad he was to Shu Hui, she was still his wife.
He is quite protective of his family and treats his sister and son well. However, he has experienced being scammed by Dai Qinxue and has also established a mutual aid association to scam others. He is no longer the Zhou Jian'an he used to be. He defrauded Mao Xia of 37 million yuan. If he can do such a thing, what is a few million more to Mao Xia?
Is this even a big deal?
Zhou Jian'an loosened his tie, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips, as if mocking Mao Xia's overestimation of his abilities and his pathetic state.
"Xiaxia, how old are you this year? How can you still be so immature? Don't think that just because you're my niece, you're my daughter. We still need to keep things clear, right? We have a lot of orders, but we don't actually make any profit. In fact, you still have to pay the factory 3 million!"
"What?" Mao Xia thought she had misheard. "I haven't received a single penny, but I still have to pay the factory? Zhou Jian'an, did I hear that right?"
Zhou Jian smiled and said, "You heard me right. We recently acquired a batch of equipment and increased our investment. I'm only asking you to contribute three million out of the eight million investment. Your uncle has been very kind to you!"
"Investment? You have the nerve to even mention that! How could those few pieces of junk be worth eight million! Zhou Jian'an, you're clearly trying to scam me out of my money. You've swindled all my money! And you still have the nerve to talk to me about money! Do you have any conscience?"
Mao Xia started crying as she spoke.
Zhou Jian'an raised an eyebrow, almost looking at her in a new light. Not bad, she knew he was the mastermind, yet she was able to remain calm and hold out for so long before finally revealing the truth.
But Mao Xia was still too young. Zhou Jian'an's factory was making money, so how could he tolerate others sharing that money with him? He had long wanted to squeeze Mao Xia out, but he didn't want to return Mao Xia's share money to her. He wanted to take this opportunity to settle accounts with Mao Xia.
"Xiaxia, what are you saying? The person who cheated you out of your money is Xiang Yanlong, and you're carrying his child. What does that have to do with me?" Zhou Jian'an laughed.
Mao Xia didn't expect that he would still be acting even at this point.
"Are you still putting on an act with me? Zhou Jian'an, don't think I don't know. You hired Xiang Yanlong from the construction site, paid him to act and deceive me! You rented him luxury cars and yachts, and bought him a lot of fake luxury goods to win my trust! You helped him put on an act, helped him deceive me, making me foolishly believe that I was about to marry into a wealthy family. You've deceived me so badly, how can you pretend you don't know?"
Zhou Jian'an picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "Xiaxia, have you lost your mind? I'm your own uncle, how could I do such a thing? You were deceived by Xiang Yanlong, and instead of looking at your own reasons, you're blaming your uncle. How can you admit to something your uncle didn't do?"
Mao Xia broke down. Zhou Jian'an's hypocritical face disgusted her. She had been suffering from severe morning sickness recently, but she couldn't find Xiang Yanlong. She was unwilling to have an abortion and still held onto hope that he hadn't deceived her and that he loved her.
Even if he wanted to cheat her out of her money, as long as he was serious about her and truly loved her, Mao Xia felt that she could tolerate it and start over with him.
At least give the child a complete family, right?
"Uncle, what people do is seen by Heaven. Aren't you afraid of retribution for what you've done?"
Zhou Jian'an stopped laughing, stood up from the sofa, and came to Mao Xia.
"Xiaxia, if there really is such a thing as retribution, it will first fall on your mother. Do you know how much money Zhou Fangchun has swindled from others? She helped that nun in Deyang swindle ten or twenty million yuan, and then she set up a mutual aid society in Beijing, swindling people out of more than one hundred million yuan. How much money were you swindled out of? 37 million yuan, right? Mao Xia, think about it, if I am to be retributed, your mother's retribution will only be heavier than mine!"
Mao Xia's smile vanished. "Uncle, my mother is helping you earn money. How can you say such things about her?"
Zhou Jian'an spread his hands, with an expression of utter indifference. He, Zhou Jian'an, was originally an exceptionally respectable college student, the top student in Zhoujia Village. Everyone said that Zhou Jian'an was smart and capable, a talent worthy of the top scholar!
When Zhou Jian'an returned to his hometown, he would hold his head high and be admired and praised by everyone.
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