Chapter 10: Ten Million Reasons

  His son, full name Zhang Yongqi, is also a prominent figure among the younger generation in Beiguan Village.

  Not for anything else, but simply because he is now only twenty-four or five years old and already owns his own car, in the village, who knows how many families want to marry their daughter to him!

  Money is undoubtedly the hardest indicator of a person's ability and future prospects.

  And his son not only has money, but also friends. Last time he had a birthday, seventeen or eighteen young men and women came in five or six cars to celebrate his birthday, so many people called him "Ge" (brother), his parents said they were noisy, but their proud and proud faces could not be hidden.

  In Beiguan Village, there is only one person who can have such a grand birthday celebration, and that is his son.

  And now, his son is standing in the yard of the Han family's house, dressed up and smiling: "Xiaoyu, when did you come back? Why didn't you say you were going to find me for a drink?"

  Han Yu had a chicken paw in his mouth, gnawing on it with an oily mouth, standing opposite him.

  Spitting out a few chicken bones, Han Yu said faintly: "You're going to tear down my family's house, how can I still have the heart to drink?"

  " Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings!" His son chuckled and said. He greeted Han Yu's tense grandfather and grandmother: "Grandpa, grandma, you're both at home too?"

  "Hmm!" Han Yu's grandfather responded stiffly.

  Han Yu's grandmother forced a faint smile: "The son has arrived? Come in and have dinner together?"

  "No need, I'll just have a few words with Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu, let's go outside and talk." His son said with a light smile.

  Han Yu glanced at him and smiled: "Okay. But you have to hurry up, I've only eaten half of my meal, and I don't like eating cold food."

  His son's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness as he smiled softly and said, "That depends on you." After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away.

  "Light rain..."

  Han Yu was about to leave when he was pulled back by his grandmother. Han Yu smiled slightly and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

  He said and walked out.

  The two walked side by side out of the alley, and Han Yu looked at his son and asked in a low voice, "Have you made a fortune?"

  "It's okay!" His son replied indifferently: "You're just hanging out with people and eating, what about you? Are you going back home to visit relatives or getting transferred to a new job?"

  Han Yu let out a sigh and said softly: "I'm done."

  His son shook his head with a smile: "I told you, if you were still wearing your military uniform, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to make a move."

  "With both hands in his pockets, Han Yu gazed ahead and said quietly: 'To whoever demolished my home, whether they wear a military uniform or not, I won't be polite.'"

  His son looked at him and smiled: "I'm not much older than you, am I? I remember that in the past, you were a rather introverted person. I didn't expect that after just a few years of not seeing each other, you would change so much."

  Han Yu smiled slightly, as he had been busy practicing the Nameless Heart Method before and was indeed a bit reclusive.

  "If I said I didn't let anyone demolish your house, would you believe me?" his son asked in a soft voice.

  Han Yu gave him a sideways glance and smiled: "What do you think?"

  His son smiled awkwardly and said in a low voice, "I guess you don't believe it either. To be honest, I was the one who had the house demolished. When I set my sights on that land, your family's house hadn't been built yet! It wasn't easy to convince the boss to build an edible oil processing plant in our village, and we'd already submitted plans and selected a site. But due to some issues, it was delayed for several months, and before we knew it, your family's house had gone up."

  "I have no choice either." His son's eyes flashed with a faint glimmer, and he said softly: "Because of your family's house, the project worth over 20 million was abandoned. Even if I agree, my boss and the village will not agree! You can't keep the house!"

  Han Yu smiled indifferently: "Demolition is okay, compensation."

  "How much?" His son looked at him.

  "One hundred thousand!" Han Yu said calmly.

  "More," he suddenly stopped in his tracks, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "But if you can give me a reason, I'll give you 1.2 million, what do you say?"

  Han Yu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a punch slammed into his chin. His son was caught off guard and stumbled backward several steps!

  His son covered his chin and pointed at him: "Woo..."

  Han Yu gently swayed her hand and said lightly: "I've been waiting for this sentence from you, where are your people? Why don't you let them come out?"

  "Woof woof! Woof woof!" His son barked loudly.

  At this time they had already arrived at the back of the village, except for a few haystacks, all around was desolate and empty, without a single person.

  In fact, there was no need for him to call out, as Han Yu's punch had already broken the silence around them.

  A dozen or so young people ran out from behind a haystack, holding wooden sticks and pouncing on Han Yu with ferocity.

  Han Yu burst out laughing and pounced forward with a curved body, like a leopard.

  Bamboo leaves helped several dozen big men holding machetes, he wasn't afraid of them, let alone now?

  Han Yu's body was like a fish in the river, or like the leaves that fall with the wind, except for the wind, no one knows where it will fall!

  He took a step forward, swung his fist, turned around and kicked. It seemed like a light and casual movement, but every time he punched, every time he kicked, someone would grunt in response, either covering their face or clutching their stomach as they retreated backwards.

  The sound of pounding fists and flesh colliding, cries of pain, muffled grunts, and curses continued to ring out!

  Han Yu smiled with a calm and composed face, as if nothing was wrong.

  To put it simply, Han Yu's moves were not fancy and didn't have much difficulty. On the contrary, they were simple and transparent at a glance!

  However, even if they see through it, they can't avoid it!

  Because Han Yu was too fast, faster than their consciousness, faster than their reaction.

  What a terrifying speed!

  Standing on the periphery, his son stared at the rapidly moving figure for a while, with the corner of his mouth slightly hooked upwards, and lit up a cigarette to take a light puff.

  Han Yu used his toes to flip up a wooden stick, grasped the stick in his hand, and quickly spun around in circles. The stick in his hand continued to thrust forward as he spun, looking like a whirlwind of fire.

  A loud thud of wooden clubs hitting the ground, and six or seven young men who had not yet fallen stood there in a daze, staring at Han Yu with shocked eyes, their arms numb with pain!

  Han Yu's single hand waved lightly, and the long stick in his hand fell to the ground with a whistling sound under his son's feet.

  Clapping his hands, Han Yu didn't even glance at the dozen or so young people, and walked directly in front of him, saying softly: "Is this reason worth 100,000?"

  His son smiled and looked at him with a swollen mouth, saying: "You're quite ruthless!"

  Han Yu looked at his suit and shook his head: "The thing you're wearing isn't suitable for fighting!"

  His son rolled his eyes, seemingly wanting to laugh but not daring to move the corners of his mouth, and for a moment, his awkward expression was quite amusing.

  "After a long while, he finally took a deep breath and said: 'One hundred thousand yuan, I'll have it delivered to you within three days. Tell Ah Tian and Uncle that this time, I indeed handled things improperly, and I apologize to them.'"

  Han Yu quietly looked at him and said softly: "If I don't show up, are you planning to demolish our house for nothing?"

  His son let out a light sigh, and his eyes flashed: "The house was demolished by me, but the ones who took action were the villagers. I hadn't even had time to discuss compensation with my uncle when they started taking action. It seems that they were afraid that the investment of over 20 million would run away. However, our boss must have secretly urged them on, otherwise they wouldn't have been in such a hurry."

  Han Yu said faintly: "Building an oil refinery is also good for the village, and we won't take advantage of it. Ten thousand is not needed, give eight thousand, and we'll rebuild!"

  "In that case, wouldn't the beating you gave me just now be worthless? We agreed on 100,000, and it's going to be 100,000. Would my son still go back on his word to his sworn brother? The extra 20,000 is for Ah Tian to renovate the house nicely! Tell him that when I come to drink at his wedding, I won't bring any money!" His son chuckled and said.

  Han Yu gave him a cold glance, turned around and walked away: "Suit yourself!"

  "Hey, wait a minute!" His son stopped him and said in a low voice, "You've been discharged, have you thought about doing something? I think you're quite capable, why don't I introduce you to my boss? He's been recruiting retired soldiers as bodyguards these days..."

  Han Yu's face turned cold and he said without looking back: "No need."

  "This son of a bitch, who is this guy? He's got some guts!"

  "Damn it! Luckily that old man hid quickly, otherwise he would have smashed that good-for-nothing guy who's always trying to win over my woman!"

  "His son Ge, shall we find an opportunity to secretly capture him?"

  ……

  His son withdrew his gaze, fiercely staring at the chattering younger brother, and said in a bad tone: "Go away, stop talking nonsense! If you don't want your head to be smashed, if you don't want the second child to be really beaten, it's best not to provoke him!"

  His son casually pointed to two of the most boisterous younger brothers and said softly, "First go find a place for our injured brother to clean up, then we'll go eat! I'm treating."

  As soon as they heard that his son was going to treat them, the dozen or so young people burst out laughing and immediately forgot about Han Yu, chatting and joking as they walked towards the several Changhe cars parked in the distance.

  His son's eyes showed no excitement, but rather a somewhat cold glance. His greatest dream in this life was to start a big company, a very, very big company!

  Many people work for him and wherever he goes, he is admired by people!

  But he knew that his ideal, or ambition, was something that could not be spoken of to the people in front of him.

  He turned his head and looked at the place where Han Yu's back disappeared again, thinking to himself, I wonder if he would be willing to help me?

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