Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"I'll only give you 30,000 at most, not a penny more!"

Seeing Gao Zihui's distressed expression, Wu Mu turned to look at him and said in a low voice, "Brother Gao, they're not here to negotiate the price with you, they're here to establish their authority. If you don't pay this money, they can make it impossible for your sand quarry to continue operating."

Wu Mu pointed outside the gate, "There are already about a hundred people outside. Four large trucks have completely blocked the road. If you don't deal with them, do you think your trucks from the sand quarry can get out?"

"Then I'll call the police. They're lawless! I don't believe that the Chen family of Lianzhai has become a local tyrant in Jiping." Gao Zihui suddenly thought of calling the police. It can only be said that he had encountered someone even more troublesome than himself, and he was helpless.

"Damn it! Go ahead and report it then," Wu Mu was furious. "You're a convict who's been out of prison for years, and you've been involved in organized crime for so many years. If you go and report me to the police, don't ever say you know me, Wu Mu, in the future."

I'm so embarrassed!

"fifty thousand!"

"Go out and tell them yourself that you had your underlings chase after them and beat them up. You need to go out and give them an answer," Wu Mu said, too lazy to bother with him, and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed.

Gao Zihui's back was still burning from the blow Chen Zaijun had given him. He dared not go out, or he would be buried alive by the men who came.

"Hey, go out and talk to him. Damn it, I'm just unlucky. At most, I'll get 60,000. If he still doesn't agree, tell him to tear down my gate and beat me to death." After saying this, Gao Zihui felt his heart was bleeding. 60,000! He would lose almost half a year's income from the battlefield.

Wu Mu sighed, turned and walked out the small door. Chen Zaijun was leaning against the front of the tractor-trailer, smoking. Seeing him come out, he flicked his cigarette butt on the ground and asked, "Where is he? What do you mean?"

Wu Mu smiled and said, "Brother Jun, Brother Gao said it's fifty thousand! The repair costs, lost wages, and medical expenses are all included. In addition, he will come out to apologize to you three brothers. As for the banquet, I will arrange it. Does this suit your taste?"

Chen Zaijun glanced at him, then looked back at his brothers carrying steel pipes. A slow smile crept onto his lips. He held out his hand to Wu Mu and said, "Fine, for your sake, Wu Mu, we'll let it go this time. Where's the money?"

Seeing that Chen Zaijun had actually agreed, Wu Mu was overjoyed and said, "I'll have Brother Gao take out the money right now and have him apologize to those three brothers."

When Gao Zihui was led by Wu Mu to the small gate of the battlefield, he saw the fierce-looking Lianzhai people outside, and the fat on his face twitched involuntarily. He gritted his teeth, opened the door and walked out. When he stood in front of Chen Zaijun, Gao Zihui had completely lost his previous arrogance. He lowered his head, like a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, it was my fault, Gao Laohu. I sincerely apologize to you three," Gao Zihui said, his neck stiff and his face ashen, barely able to contain his frustration, anger, and frustration.

Cai Shuisheng and the other two who were being chased and beaten glanced at Gao Laohu, spat at his feet, snorted coldly, and turned away. Chen Zaijun, however, was much more practical, directly holding out his hand and saying, "Where's the money!"

Gao Zihui took out a large wad of banknotes from his pocket and handed them to Chen Zaijun. Chen Zaijun deliberately counted the banknotes one by one in front of Gao Zihui and Wu Mu, counting them twice, both front and back, before stuffing the money into his pocket.

"Be smarter next time, or this won't be so easy for you," Chen Zaijun waved his hand and shouted to the crowd, "Get in the car and let's go!"

"Oh! Let's go, it's no fun if we can't fight!"

"I thought we were going to have a fight today, but nothing happened. I'm going back to drink and sleep."

"Hahaha!"

Cai Shuisheng climbed onto the front of the truck, started the engine, and the roar resounded. The two men behind him actually raised the wheel that was stuck in the ditch and had a flat tire in front of Wu Mu and the others. The semi-trailer then drove with two wheels on the rear axle, heading towards Lianzhai.

"Squeeze a stinky guy!"

As Gao Zihui watched Cai Shuisheng and the others drive away, he kept cursing and swearing behind them. As if knowing that Gao Zihui would curse, Cai Shuisheng deliberately pressed the horn once, and the semi-trailer truck made three whistling sounds as it drove further and further away.

Wu Mu stood by the roadside, watching the taillights of the three cars disappear into the night. He lit a cigarette, and Bo Pi walked over, his face ashen, and asked, "Is that all?"

"Otherwise what?" Wu Mu glanced at Bo Pi, then thought, "Forget it. I'm not willing to give up. What can they do to the Chen family of Lianzhai?"

They're rich and powerful, while the rest of us are just a bunch of gangsters. If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation, they're the ones who'll come out worse off.

The following day, Nanshan District Police Station

Early in the morning, just as the police officers on duty at the police station were starting their shifts, an old man walked in through the gate. He was wearing an old, patched-up jacket. When the officers on duty looked at him, the old man hesitated and seemed to be turning around and leaving.

Seeing this, the police officer walked around the table and chased after him, asking, "Uncle, what brings you here?"

After hesitating for a long time, the old man finally confessed, "I was scammed. They promised to give me ten yuan back every month, but a month has passed and I haven't seen them at all."

Although the old man's words were disjointed, the police officer still picked up on the key point. "Come on, uncle, sit down first. You said you were scammed out of money. How much was it?"

"three hundred!"

"Who lied to you?" The police officer took out a notebook. "Tell me the whole story in detail."

"I like to play mahjong in my spare time... That day I went to the mahjong parlor... The person there told me that if I invested 100 yuan, I could get a 10 yuan return in a month, and I could even see the money back in the first two months. So I thought I'd be bold and borrowed 200 yuan from a relative and invested it all. Who knew that after a month, I haven't seen a single trace of it!"

The old man rambled on and on about various things, and the police selectively took notes on the key points: a card room, a group-buying scheme with promised returns, being scammed out of 300 yuan, and then, "Do you know what that person's name was?"

"I don't know his full name, but everyone in the card room calls him 'Brother Kun.' Comrade, can you help me get this money back? I borrowed it from my relatives," the old man said with a face full of bitterness and sorrow. The deep wrinkles on his face made the police officer feel both sorry for him and angry.

The police officer sighed. "Uncle, I'll put this on your file. We'll try our best to investigate the person you mentioned. But remember, never be greedy again. There's no such thing as a free lunch. If the returns were really that high, they wouldn't be asking you to join them!"

"I thought that with so many people joining, they couldn't just fool me, but I never expected..."

"Wait a minute, sir," the policeman interrupted the old man, "You said so many people joined in, how did that happen? Are there other people around you who were also scammed?"

"Mmm!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, several more people walked into the police station. There were men, women, and children. When they saw the old man, they showed surprised and embarrassed expressions.