Chapter 192: Money, Power

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"Lu Jiancheng's daughter, Lu Liang's sister, is a murderer~" The old woman's tears streamed down her face as her wails grew louder, as if she had not just been slapped, but stabbed, and she lay on the ground thrashing about wildly. "Lu Ya, you actually dared to hit my mom." Wenjing glared furiously, her eyes flaming with rage, and the last bit of guilt in her heart had vanished at that moment. At that moment, she embraced her identity as the victim, determined to seek justice from the Lu Family and Lu Liang at all costs. At this time, a burly man, 175 cm tall with a face full of scars, stood in front of the mother and daughter: "Lu, I know you're a local, but we in Yumu Village won't be bullied either." Wenjing and her mother, daring to make a scene at the housewarming banquet in someone else's village, naturally did not come alone—they had brought some helpers. Four men and a woman stood out, all cousins or relatives of the Lin Family. When one person succeeds, everyone related benefits—if Wenjing could get millions from the Lu Family, it wouldn't be unreasonable for these relatives and friends who came to help to get tens of thousands each. Lu Ya laughed in anger, facing them without the slightest fear: "I'm bullying you? You really have the nerve to say that. Isn't it because you despised my brother for having no money before, and now that you see he has money, you want to come over and see if you can get a share?" Since they had chosen to cause trouble today, it was simply to make it widely known, hoping that they would pay money to resolve the issue. But how could she possibly comply with their wishes, as this was not just about money, but also about her brother's reputation. Lu Ya showed no mercy, puncturing their intentions. Sёarch* The Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. As her words finished, Wenjing and her relatives, one by one, found it hard to save face. To ask for money, one must find a clever pretext. Lu Ya made it clear, cutting off their retreat—now, even if they were right, it wouldn't matter, especially since they weren't right. The 175 cm tall burly man couldn't hold back, raising his hand to hit someone, cursing: "Fuck you, stop spouting so much bullshit." Lu Ya didn't have time to react and could only close her eyes, prepared to take the hit. The village chief's eyes were red with fury: "What the fuck, stop it, daring to hit someone in our village." As a child, Lu Liang had been quite active in the village, but after beginning his studies, he gradually faded from the villagers' sight. Now that he had money, the villagers only talked about how Tiechui was making a fortune outside, and that Lu Tiechui would now be able to enjoy his life. Apart from some relatively close relatives and friends, few people remembered that Tiechui's real name was Lu Liang, and Lu Tiechui was Lu Jiancheng. A while ago, the village chief's son, who worked in the city, sent him a photo. A blurry candid shot, which, up to this point, was the only verifiable front-facing picture of Lu Liang. Although a bit blurry and the background somewhat dim, the village chief had just dealt with Lu Liang during New Year's and could recognize him at a glance. His son educated him on all things Lu Liang. Rumors of fortunes in the tens of billions, managing funds in the hundreds of billions, the hot Douyin was one of his investments, and the omnipresent Little Yellow Bikes and Little Red Bikes in town were also his endeavors; even the son of the current First Rich was just one of his followers. The village chief was shocked; not sure exactly how many digits were in tens or hundreds of billions, he knew that Old Wang had surveyed their city two years ago. Clean-up started three days in advance, and it was almost as if a leader was visiting, barring the lack of road closures and city-wide alerts. If Old Wang was so impressive and Little Wang, as his only son, was willing to follow Lu Liang, then Lu Liang's strength, even if not half of Old Wang's, must be substantial. His family was moving into a new house on this auspicious day, and there were people causing trouble at his doorstep, with his own sister being hit. The village chief didn't dare to dwell on it too much, feeling as if the sky was falling. Suddenly, a figure, like a small mountain, burst forth from the crowd, like a demon from the heavens or a tyrant of the mortal world. The 175 cm burly man was strong, but next to a 195 cm tall hulk, he was like a frail little chick, easily sent flying. Fang Shiyu rushed out, standing in front of Lu Ya, majestic without anger, his broad chest exuding an invincible aura. Yet, when he suddenly cracked a smile, it revealed his inherently honest and simple nature: "Ya, I'm back with Liang." "Tiechui is back?" The voice was soft, but many heard it, and faces among the onlookers—guests and villagers alike—showed excitement. Abandoning a humble spouse, relatives causing a stir at home, the host's elder sister striking back, now the person in question appears. Damn, this is much more exciting than just attending the feast. After today, this incident will circulate in the village for at least three to five months, becoming a hot topic of conversation for every household. Lu Liang appeared with a smile, calm and composed. He stepped out of the crowd, not even glancing at the woman sprawled on the ground causing a scene, or at the shocked Wenjing. Lu Liang walked up to Lu Ya, grinning and giving a thumbs up: "You're really something, Ya. Absolutely amazing." Lu Ya glared displeasedly and said nothing further; she walked up to the two children, patted their little heads, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your uncle is back now." Being the eldest daughter and with Lu Liang away from home, people came to make trouble. She had to stand up and take charge to avoid people saying her family lacked authority. Now that Lu Liang had returned, she gratefully stepped back from the limelight. "Continue saying whatever you want to say. Now that I'm back, let's lay everything on the table." Lu Liang ignored everyone's stares and walked straight to Lin Wenjing, as calmly as if he were facing a stranger. Presence is a feeling, a unique spiritual business card that, although invisible and intangible, undoubtedly exists. Although Lu Liang only managed a bit over a hundred people, there was almost nothing over the past year that could make him bow his head and yield. Moreover, those who encountered him always made concessions, extremely cautious in their speech and behavior, fearful that any misstep might upset him. As a result, he emitted an air of extreme self-confidence. His heart thundered with conviction, yet his face was as serene as a still lake. However, in contrast to the self-assured and composed Lu Liang, Lin Wenjing seemed a bit flustered, and, steeling herself, she roared, "I came here today with my mom to get an explanation from you." "What kind of explanation?" asked Lu Liang. "Did you already strike it rich when you were with me, and pretend to be poor just to get a divorce?" Lin Wenjing, seething with rage, yelled at the top of her lungs, as though only by doing so could she feel more confident. Lu Liang chuckled lightly, "No." "Then where did your money come from?" "Don't think this will end until you explain clearly." "I've never seen someone so vicious." "Don't think just because this is your village that we are scared of you." Seeing that Lin Wenjing was at a disadvantage, her relatives, sensing trouble, boldly stood up against Fang Shiyu to support her. Lin Wenjing couldn't get money from the Lu Family, and their appearance fees were also in jeopardy; to protect their interests, they couldn't allow her to back down. "Such a racket." Lu Liang's expression grew colder as he looked at the people around him. He only recognized two faces; the rest were strangers to him. At that moment, outside the house, there was the sound of roaring engines. Lu Liang looked outside; Wen Chao had returned, accompanied by several local law enforcement vehicles. The police captain pushed through the crowd and bellowed, "Who is causing a disturbance here?" With a calm demeanor, Lu Liang pointed to Lin Wenjing's relatives in front of him: "Today is the housewarming feast for our new home, and for some reason, these people came to cause trouble." Although he had no investment projects or connections in his hometown, his partners did, which meant he did as well. The year before last, Old Wang planned to invest 1.5 billion in the city to build a new Wanda Square. Even though it was just a commercial plaza, Wanda Group's influence was significant, and Wanda Square was touted as the central hotspot and a new landmark of the city. Especially for some small cities without tourist attractions, scenery, or commerce, the impact was exceptionally great. Because it could drive up the surrounding real estate prices, and the sale of land often made up nearly half of a small city's annual fiscal revenue. Therefore, the city's leadership team went out in full force, accompanying Old Wang for half a day of sightseeing before finally locking down the project. Lu Liang had Wen Chao contact Little Wang, who then contacted Old Wang, who got in touch with the person in charge of the local Wanda Square. The process wasn't complicated—it was just three phone calls. The whole affair probably didn't even take three minutes. Wen Chao whispered in the police captain's ear, who then looked at Lu Liang with newfound solemn respect. He put on a stern face, showing impartiality, and pointed to the troublemakers: "Take them all away." He had just been about to eat when suddenly, city leaders called, reaching directly to their station chief. Thus, before Wen Chao even arrived at the station, they were ready to go and followed him over. The onlookers were stunned, viewing Lu Liang with a hint of awe. Although the team leader appeared to be the police captain, Lu Liang simply had to say a word for them to take the people away. Without any objections, it was clear proof that Lu Liang knew higher-level leaders. Wealth and power cannot be equated.

Chapter 192: Money, Power

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