Starting from 40, holding the Star Mall to lead the motherland

Chapter 91 Retribution Begins
Han Mengyang went to Zhao Anna and told her about No. 76's request: "I talked to the middleman and negotiated for twelve large yellow croakers, but they must be delivered before sunset tomorrow."

Zhao Anna exclaimed, "Twelve large yellow croakers? How can I afford that much money?"

If she hadn't left for Peking, her gold and silver jewelry would still be there, and Han Yongjing would have had plenty of money, so the twelve large yellow croakers could still be scraped together. Now, they have nothing left except the house they lived in, but this house was their foundation, and it couldn't be sold for such a high price.

Zhao Anna entered the house and took out a stack of French currency: "Meng Yang, this is all the money in the family."

Han Mengyang glanced at the French currency, which was probably only a few thousand yuan thick. They wanted twelve large yellow croakers, so these few thousand yuan were just a small amount. "Aunt Zhao, are you not going to save Meng Xing?"

Zhao Anna burst into tears: "Meng Yang is the flesh and blood that fell from my body after ten months of pregnancy. How could I not want to save him? It's just that my family is really out of money. This little money was given to me by Youwei."

If he was short of a few thousand French francs, Han Mengyang could ask his friends to lend him the money. But the shortfall was so huge, or perhaps Zhao Anna wanted him to pay for the ransom.

Han Mengyang said, "Without money, we can't redeem him. Meng Xing will just have to wait for death."

Zhao Anna knelt on the ground, crying and saying, "Meng Yang, Meng Xing is only 21 years old and hasn't even married yet. Auntie, please save him, save Meng Xing! If you are willing to save him, Auntie will work like a cow or a horse to repay you in the next life."

Han Mengyang smiled bitterly and said, "Auntie, it's not that I don't want to save you, it's just that I don't have the money."

Zhao Anna got anxious when she heard this: "Meng Yang, you run such a big trading company, how could you be out of money?"

Han Mengyang said, "I didn't open the trading company. Xiaoman and I just work there and get a high salary every month."

Zhao Anna didn't believe it at all: "Meng Yang, I was wrong in the past. As long as you can save Meng Xing, I can do whatever you want."

Han Mengyang stood up and said, "Aunt Zhao, I really don't have any money. You should think of a way yourself!"

He now only has more than 2,000 French francs in his hand, which he keeps as a backup in case of emergencies.

Zhao Anna grabbed his arm and said, "Meng Yang, Meng Xing and Meng Chen also have a share of the property left by your grandfather. I don't want much, just the twelve large yellow croakers that saved Meng Qing."

At first, Han Mengyang didn't believe that his grandfather could leave him so much money. Later, it turned out that his guess was right. The so-called inheritance was just an external statement. However, he naturally couldn't tell Zhao Anna about this.

Han Mengyang said, "The shop and property my father sold was much more than the inheritance my grandfather left me. I'm the eldest son, so according to the rules, I should inherit 70% of the family business. If you want to settle the accounts, then do it carefully."

Zhao Anna looked at Han Mengyang in disbelief. In her memory, Han Mengyang had always been a gentleman who didn't care much about money, which was very similar to Han Yongjing.

"Meng Yang, Meng Xing is your biological brother. Are you really going to watch him die without helping him?"

Han Mengyang didn't want to say anything more to her; it was pointless. "You need to find a way to raise the money as quickly as possible. If you can't raise the money before dark tomorrow, you'll have to go to No. 76 to collect Meng Xing's body."

Having said this, he left.

The next evening, Han Mengyang received a call from a friend saying that Meng Xing had died.

Han Mengyang was in a heavy mood. After hanging up the phone, he called Zhao Anna and wanted her to go to No. 76 to pick up Han Mengxing's body. However, the call did not go through. He had no choice but to go to No. 76 to pick up the body himself.

No. 76, these beasts who eat people without leaving any bones, have to pay to claim the corpses, 5,000 French francs per corpse.

Han Mengyang took the body to the funeral home and then went to where Zhao Anna lived. The body had to be buried, and Zhao Anna was definitely responsible for that. Zhao Anna wasn't home. Neighbors said she had gone out at noon, and no one knew why she hadn't returned yet.

Han Mengyang was the one who took care of Han Mengxing's funeral. Zhao Anna said she had no money, so Han Mengyang had no choice but to advance her a month's salary.

On the third day after Han Mengxing's burial, Zhao Anna brought Han Mengchen and Han Dandan to Jing'an Villa to look for Huang Shufen. Her original intention was to play the victim, hoping to persuade Huang Shufen to let them move in, or at least to get some money.

As soon as Huang Shufen saw her, she picked up a broom and beat her without waiting for her to say anything, causing Zhao Anna to run away in panic.

After being persuaded by the neighbors, Huang Shufen pointed at Zhao Anna and cursed, "Poisonous woman, if you dare to appear in front of me again, I will beat you every time I see you."

These days, whenever she thought of the dream her daughter told her, she felt unbearable heartache.

Han Mengyang returned home in the evening.

Huang Shufen said with a cold face: "From today on, you don't have to care about whether Zhao Anna and the others are dead or alive. Otherwise, I will not recognize you as my son."

Han Mengyang didn't intend to intervene, but his mother's behavior was really strange: "Mom, what happened?"

Huang Shufen didn't mention the dream: "If it weren't for Xiaoman, you would have died like Han Mengxing in that hellish place where people are eaten without leaving any bones. The grass on your grave would probably be three feet high by now."

Han Mengyang nodded and said, "Mom, I know. It's thanks to my sister that I survived. Don't worry, Mom. We won't care about them anymore."

Han Hui gave everything she had to save him, while Zhao Anna, unwilling to sell her property, watched Han Mengxing die in prison.

Huang Shufen nodded and said, "Han Mengchen is 15 years old this year. At this age, he can go out to work and earn money to support the family."

Two days later, Han Hui returned and was not surprised to learn that Han Mengxing had died in prison. A selfish person like Zhao Anna would never sell her property to save her endangered son.

Han Hui asked, "I remember Han Youwei's lover was number 76. Didn't she ask that lover for help?"

Huang Shufen was silent for a moment before saying, "Han Youwei disappeared on the day Han Mengxing died. We still haven't found her! We don't know where she went."

Han Hui was a little surprised, but she didn't continue the topic: "Mom, I bought some silk and fabric this time. Can you tell me what kind of clothes I can make?"

Huang Shufen was very good at sewing and she also enjoyed making clothes for her two children. Upon hearing this, she immediately shifted her focus and started discussing with Han Hui what kind of clothes to make.

Han Mengyang did not go home that day. He said he went to a friend's house and stayed there because he had been drinking.

The next day at the trading house, Han Hui went straight to her to ask about the matter: "Mom said Han Youwei is missing. What's going on?"

Han Mengyang said, "Zhang Kui was ruthless and greedy, and he offended many people. He was found dead in an alley the afternoon after Ding Gaoming was assassinated. Han Youwei got the news and tried to flee to Southeast Asia with the money, but was caught before he even left Shanghai."

Han Hui sneered, "You really want money over life. What about now? Is he dead or alive?"

Han Mengyang was silent for a moment and then said, "Those people sold her to Southeast Asia. I don't know whether she is dead or alive now."

It is easy to imagine that a young woman being sold to a foreign country would not have a good life.