"Uncle Zhou, when will that man come?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked.
Zhou Rengui answered, "He said he would come today to take Shu Yi away. Looking at the time, he should be almost here."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of a car was heard outside.
Then, four or five people surged in.
Four young men dressed in black, plus an old man with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Little wife, shall we go?"
As soon as he walked in, the old man stared at Zhou Shuyi with a lecherous grin.
Stepping forward, Zhou Rengui said, "Boss, we will compensate you for the damage to the car, but my daughter will not marry you."
"Haha! Thirty thousand yuan, can you come up with that?"
The old man burst into laughter.
"This here is exactly thirty thousand yuan, that settles it, right?"
Zhang Xiaofan took out the thirty thousand yuan.
The old man's expression darkened as he looked at Zhang Xiaofan. "Kid, who are you? This matter was already settled before, and money won't do any good now."
