Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Four Nine Cities.

In a dilapidated and secluded courtyard, a child was chained to a post with a dog leash. The child lay motionless on the ground with his head drooping.

This person was none other than the missing Bang Geng. Beside Bang Geng, a gaunt young man with a gloomy face was smoking a cigarette and holding a whip in his right hand. He looked at the unconscious Bang Geng and revealed a sinister sneer.

He had only accepted the mission to capture the child, but the child's mouth was so venomous, constantly saying "may the family line die out." When he was on the street, he wanted nothing more than to slap the little bastard to death.

Fortunately, he had a good temper and held back; otherwise, the hundred yuan would have been lost, and their gang's reputation would have been damaged.

However, he wouldn't let this little bastard off easily before his employer arrived. Anyway, his employer had said that as long as he wasn't killed, he had nothing to worry about.

"Smack."

The gaunt young man stubbed out his cigarette and cracked his whip, making a 'snap snap' sound. But Bang Geng, who was fast asleep, didn't notice at all and even started snoring softly.

"Smack."

The gaunt young man gave a sinister smile, and with a sharp crack of his whip, it struck the stick.

"what!"

Bang Geng was whipped across the thigh and instantly woke up, letting out a pig-like scream. He kept rubbing his thigh with his hands. His pants were torn open, and a clear whip mark appeared on his thigh.

His tears streamed down his face. After all, he was only seven years old. How could he endure such suffering? Moreover, he was the young master of the Jia family. His parents and grandmother had never been able to bear to hit him since he was a child.

The gaunt young man sneered, "Hehehe, you little bastard, do you still remember me?"

Banggeng looked up at the sound and saw the uncle who had given him the White Rabbit candy before. But soon, he realized that this was the man who had covered his mouth with a handkerchief and then he knew nothing more.

Thinking of this, Bang Geng cursed loudly at the skinny young man:

"You damned childless bastard, who brought me here? You damned childless bastard, release Master Geng right now!"

"Hehe, hehehe."

Hearing that even at this age, the child still had such a sharp tongue, the gaunt young man laughed, but his laugh was cold, and his eyes grew increasingly icy.

"You little bastard, if I don't show you how many eyes Lord Ma has today, I'm a son of a bitch."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lashed out with the whip in his hand, continuing to lash the stick-like body fiercely.

"Smack."

"Aaaaaah!"

Bang Geng let out a bloodcurdling scream, but before the scream could even fade, another whip lashed out at him.

"Ahhh! Waaaaah!"

"You wretched child! If you dare hit me, my grandma will definitely beat you to death! Waaaaah!"

"Clap clap clap".

The gaunt young man sneered and lashed the whip wildly at the stick, making it scream in pain.

However, he only slapped the legs, which were the employer's people. If he slapped someone to death, he would suffer a huge loss.

"Waaaaah, Uncle, don't hit me! Don't hit me! I'll be good!"

Bang Geng was whipped more than a dozen times, his legs covered in welts. The pain was unbearable, and he immediately began to submit.

"Heh, you little bastard, are you still going to call me a dead child or not?" the skinny young man sneered.

"Waaah, I won't scold you anymore, I won't do it again, Uncle, please don't hit me, please don't hit me!"

Banggeng rubbed his thighs while wailing loudly, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at the dead childless man.

"Hahaha."

The gaunt young man burst into hearty laughter; he had never hit a child as thoroughly as he had today.

"You little bastard, you're only now realizing you need to back down? Too late!"

As the gaunt young man finished speaking, the whip in his hand lashed out at him again in a terrified manner.

"Smack."

"Aaaaaah, Uncle, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please...please don't hit me anymore!" Bang Geng cried out in terror.

However, the skinny young man was a ruthless man. In the past few months, he had abducted more than ten children, so how could he possibly be soft-hearted?

"Clap clap clap".

"Aaaaaah!"

Several more lashes followed, tearing the skin and flesh of the club, causing the victim to scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Banggeng tried to escape, but an iron chain was firmly bound around his neck, and he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

Just as the gaunt young man was about to continue whipping Bang Geng, there was a knock on the courtyard door. He glanced at Bang Geng, who was cowering on the ground trembling, and sneered:

"You little bastard, you're lucky. Otherwise, I'd make sure you know what happens when you curse me."

After saying this, he threw the whip on the ground, strode to the courtyard gate, and cautiously uttered their gang's code:

"How much does cabbage cost per pound?"

"I don't want money, I want your life."

Hearing the code, the gaunt young man quickly opened the courtyard gate and saw a person wearing a black hood.

The person wearing the hood is none other than Guo Da Piezi, who is the mastermind behind bringing Bang Geng here.

"Did you succeed?" Guo Da Piezi asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, as long as the money is right, this is child's play. Come with me, I'll introduce you to the people," the skinny young man said with a smile.

Guo Da Piezi nodded and followed the thin young man toward the storeroom.

For safety reasons, he did not show up this time, and he wore a hood when he made the transaction with this group. He also kept his voice down when he talked to them, but he paid a full 150 yuan for it.

One hundred yuan of it was his own savings, and fifty yuan was borrowed from others. He originally had more than two hundred yuan in savings, but Qin Huairu borrowed more than one hundred yuan of it during this period.

To put it nicely, it was a loan; to put it bluntly, it was extortion. He had saved up this little bit of his savings over several years, and Qin Huairu took more than half of it all at once. Moreover, he would have to continue giving Qin Huairu ten yuan every month. This made him hate Qin Huairu with a vengeance, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Qin Huairu has a confession, which he signed and fingerprinted. He has no choice but to compromise, or his life will be over.

Upon arriving at the storeroom, they saw Banggeng leashed to a pillar, a whip on the ground, and his legs covered in welts and blood. It was clear at a glance that the boy had just been beaten, and badly at that.

However, he had no sympathy for Qin Huairu's son. He nodded with satisfaction at the skinny young man, took out five ten-dollar bills from his pocket, and handed them over.

"Very good, here's the remaining fifty yuan. You guys are really efficient. I'll come back to you next time I need something."

The gaunt young man took the money, counted it, and after seeing that it was indeed fifty yuan as the final payment, he laughed heartily:

"Great, mission accomplished. This little bastard is yours now."

"become."