Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 352 Returning to Quancheng

The farce was quickly brought to an end thanks to the power of money.

Yan Hui didn't want to fight in the first place. Hiring hundreds of people to fight was illegal, but it was normal to hire people to protect himself.

Of course, hiring people to fight comes with a price; 300 people would cost a lot more money, so it's unnecessary.

The only thing that disappointed Yan Hui was that the Xiao family had prepared too few people, and they didn't stir up any trouble at all.

The people Yan Hui hired had already cordoned off a corner of the village. Looking at the vast crowd, outsiders couldn't tell how many people there were; it seemed like an overwhelming throng, creating a powerful visual impact. This scene was still being discussed in the village more than a decade later, especially by the children who had experienced it, who yearned for the word "success" with an unparalleled longing.

Faced with overwhelming power, the Xiao family completely admitted defeat, stating that they would give up on this side and open a new door from another wall.

“This is the first and the last time,” Yan Hui said to Boss Xiao. “After my grandmother and parents live in the village, if you still dare to bully them or say anything bad behind their backs, I will send someone back to our county with a sum of money, and I will do everything I can to win over all your businesses and all your customers. If you don’t believe me, you can try.”

Yan Hui's threat was different from others. Saying he would kill or beat someone to death was meaningless. If someone in the village was really killed, his family would not be able to get along in the village, and his grandfather's reputation would be ruined.

Building a house is such a joyous occasion, and Yan Hui didn't want to see any bloodshed; it was considered unlucky.

Today's scene has shown everyone that Yan Hui has the power to back it up; this kind of threat is the most direct and frightening.

If Wanhua's boss were to come and threaten Yan Hui with those words, Yan Hui would still have to quickly back down; that's a very realistic scenario.

"I give up." Boss Xiao had nothing to say. He had already completely admitted defeat by saying in front of so many people with the surname Xiao that he would open a new gate in the side wall of the courtyard. At this point, there was no need to joke about his family's money-making business.

"Alright, remember what you said today." Yan Hui waved his hand. "Everyone's gone. Let's get back to work."

The group arrived quickly and left just as fast; within minutes, almost everyone except the construction team was gone. Yan Hui then cupped his hands in greeting to the villagers: "Please bear with us. The Xiao family was rude first and attacked my people first, so I was forced to retaliate. I will have my father keep an eye on the road repairs in the village. If I have any spare machinery, I can use it for road repairs for free."

"Well done, Xiao Hui! Your grandpa was right to give you the clan robe!" someone shouted from the crowd.

"That's right! From now on, other villages will have to look up to us!"

"Well done!"

The crowd was full of praise; these people had already accepted Yan Hui's cigarettes, and since good words were worthless, they naturally tried their best to say as much as possible.

"When the house is finished, if anyone in the village has time, remember to come to the banquet!" Yan Hui said again, and then left with his father.

Throughout the entire process, Yan Hui did not allow his father to say anything.

He can handle the bad cop and the intimidating stuff; his father can be a nice guy.

Leading his father out of the crowd, Yan Hui said, "Dad, I've already paid part of the project funds and material costs. Just keep in touch with me from now on. Besides that, there are some other expenses for building the house; I'll send you money regularly. Just be careful with your spending." "I haven't asked you yet, but shouldn't we be saving a little money now?" his father said, still a little nervous. In his eyes, his son was being incredibly wasteful; hiring so many people today must have cost a fortune.
“All the materials are the best. This isn’t a brick building; it’s reinforced concrete. I’m using grade 42.5 cement. I estimate this house will last for 100 years once it’s built.” Yan Hui gently shook his head. “Dad, since I’m going to build it, you can rest assured.”

Over the past few years, Yan Hui's grandmother and parents have mentioned to him more than once that they want to build a house. In his parents' eyes, a few hundred thousand yuan could build a decent house. When Yan Hui was running a processing plant, his father worked there, earning 2000 yuan a month. His father knew that a few hundred thousand yuan was not much for Yan Hui, after all, one of Yan Hui's cars cost more than 20 yuan at the time.

However, Yan Hui was always reluctant to spend money to build a house, and the elders couldn't say much about it.

No one expected that Yan Hui, who stubbornly refused to build a house last year, would suddenly become rich this year, giving everyone a huge surprise.

"That's good." The father felt a little unreal, but he still accepted the reality easily.

Yan Hui had already invested seven or eight hundred thousand yuan in the initial stages of building his house. Most of the subsequent accounting was handled by him and the construction team, which wasn't difficult for him; he could just make phone calls. With his father at home, it was all very easy to manage. You see, his father had been the deputy factory manager at a processing plant for two years, and his experience was far broader than that of most rural people.

After settling everything at home, Yan Hui took his grandmother and mother back to Jinan, while his father stayed home to supervise the work.

This was the first time Grandma had ever seen snow.

Worried that his grandmother would get cold, Yan Hui asked Li Pengfei to pick her up early in his van, making sure the heater was on beforehand.

Grandma and Mother got into the van, put everything away, and while marveling at how the snowflakes looked, they were also a little puzzled.

Does Yan Hui actually have any money?
"Auntie, Grandma, are you still worried about this? Mr. Yan, would you like to take them to visit our factory?" Li Pengfei also sensed the underlying meaning in the words. Because it was still during the Chinese New Year, he was in a good mood and spoke casually.

“Okay, perfect timing. Drop them off at the factory first, then you can take them home to them.” Yan Hui nodded.

Light snowflakes were falling outside, and the roadside was covered in white. Grandma kept looking out the window. The car was a bit drafty, but thankfully the heating was working, so it wasn't too drafty.

Li Pengfei knew this road well. About an hour later, the car arrived at the factory. The security guard at the gate immediately opened the gate and let the car in. Don't be fooled by the fact that this car might be the most dilapidated one here; it definitely has the highest right-of-way.

"President Yan is back," Li Pengfei said, driving up to greet the security captain outside.

"President Yan is back?" The security captain immediately came over and saluted the car. This man was Liu Jianlei's subordinate and someone Yan Hui had chosen; he was quite clever.

"Look at you, you tell people I'm back, and I still have to give out red envelopes." Yan Hui laughed, opened the car window, and handed a red envelope to the security captain. "Happy New Year, everyone, thank you for your hard work."

"Of course, of course!" The security captain happily accepted the red envelope. "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yan!"

The car slowly drove forward, closing the windows and approaching the factory. The security captain, accompanied by two security guards, followed them. Upon seeing Yan Hui's grandmother and mother get out of the car, he immediately sent someone to accompany them.

(End of this chapter)