Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chapter 78: Three conditions! How is the interest calculated?

Fifty dollars!?

Chen Jianguo's eyes lit up instantly; it was worth more than half a month's salary!

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She slowly turned her head and met the cold gazes of Chen Deshun and Old Lady Shen. The words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.

He gave an awkward laugh, pretending nothing was wrong, and silently lowered his head.

In his mind, however, he was frantically calculating: Fifty yuan isn't enough? Dad's asking for the moon! Will the Huang family agree? Hopefully, the negotiations won't fall apart!

Seeing Chen Jianguo's greedy and unsophisticated appearance, Chen Deshun cursed him inwardly as a "fool".

This is not the time to dwell on such things. He slowly turned his head, glanced at the Huang family members, and uttered two words indifferently: "No."

After he finished speaking, both Officer Song and Director Qian were stunned for a moment, their faces showing confusion.

Logically speaking, the Huang family's offer was quite sincere, and their attitude in admitting their mistake was also proactive. They all thought that the mediation was about to end successfully. Unexpectedly, Chen Deshun refused, and refused so decisively.

Why is that?

Zheng Yi wasn't surprised. He had long seen that Chen Deshun was not someone who could be easily fooled and was definitely going to make the Huang family pay a price.

Fifty yuan is nothing to him; he felt it should be at least a hundred yuan.

Hsieh Shu-chen was speechless for a moment, her expression frozen on her face.

The other members of the Huang family also looked grim, their hearts filled with panic and anxiety.

They've already set such high demands, yet Chen Deshun is still not satisfied. What exactly does he want? Does he really intend to drive them to their deaths?

Mr. Huang took a deep breath, suppressing his panic, and asked calmly, "Father-in-law, since you are not satisfied with our terms, what are your thoughts? We will do our best to make amends as long as our family can do it."

"Yes, Comrade Chen."

Director Qian, still wearing a kind smile, tried to smooth things over: "Mediation is a two-way street. If you're not satisfied with the Huang family's terms, why don't you share your thoughts?"

Chen Deshun didn't waste any time. He leaned back and said leisurely, "If you want to reconcile, that's fine. I don't have many conditions, just three."

The room fell silent. Everyone pricked up their ears and even held their breath.

The Huang family looked tense, fearing he might make some unreasonable demands.

Chen Jianguo, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head, perked up his ears, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Fifty yuan in compensation isn't enough; Dad's trying to raise the price to an outrageous level!

Seventy? Eighty? Maybe even a hundred! It definitely won't be less than that!

He felt a surge of excitement; his heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating.

Chen Deshun remained calm, lightly tapping his fingertips on the table, and said in a composed manner, "First, you know the cause and course of this matter. It's your family's fault from beginning to end, and you must apologize to our family."

This condition was within Xie Shuzhen's expectations. Now, let alone an apology, even if she were asked to kneel down on the spot, she wouldn't blink an eye as long as it saved her whole family from imprisonment.

"No problem! Don't worry, in-laws, we will definitely apologize! We will apologize however you say!" Hsieh Shu-chen immediately stated.

The rest of the Huang family nodded in agreement, their only wish being to quell the situation as quickly as possible; they dared not voice any objections.

Chen Deshun's gaze swept across their faces, and he continued, "Secondly, you need to repay me the two hundred yuan you owed me back then, with interest."

"Of course, of course," Xie Shuzhen nodded repeatedly, but then paused, catching a glimpse of an unfamiliar phrase. Her brows furrowed slightly: "Principal and interest?"

Her heart tightened, and she cautiously asked, "My dear in-law, how much interest should we calculate?"

The Huang family's expression changed slightly. Their house wasn't a savings bank, and besides, who would charge interest on a loan?

Chen Deshun, seemingly oblivious to the strange looks on their faces, calmly explained, "When I went to the savings bank to withdraw money, I also inquired about it. The current annual interest rate for a three-year fixed deposit is 5.04%, but I'll give you a discount and calculate it at 5%."

He paused, then counted on his fingers and said, "Two hundred yuan, three years from now, principal plus interest, totaling two hundred and thirty yuan."

"no problem!"

Upon hearing that the total interest was only thirty yuan, Xie Shuzhen agreed without hesitation, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down.

The Huang family members behind them all breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged glances privately.

Thirty yuan? I thought it would cost much more.

That's really stupid of him. They offered him an extra fifty yuan in compensation, but he refused.

Now they're haggling over a mere thirty yuan in interest. I don't know what's going on in their minds; their perspective is so narrow.

Chen Jianguo curled his lip. He also felt that his father was being petty, arguing with someone for so long over thirty yuan. It was shameful. If that was the case, he might as well have just agreed to the fifty yuan compensation offered by the Huang family.

Chen Deshun took in everyone's expressions, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, his tone remaining calm:

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third."

He spoke slowly and deliberately: "My lost wages, as well as my son's lost wages, medical expenses, nursing expenses, hospital meal allowance, transportation expenses, examination fees, nutrition expenses, and — compensation for emotional distress during his hospitalization."

He rattled off every possible compensation item he could think of, like reciting a menu.

The Huang family members' faces paled with each expense he mentioned.

Lost wages alone are a considerable sum, not to mention the subsequent costs such as nursing care, nutrition, and compensation for emotional distress.

What is this "emotional distress" thing? You can suffer emotional distress? And you can get compensation for it? They've never even heard of it. Isn't this blatant extortion?

"Ahem!" Xie Shuzhen could no longer sit still. She coughed twice, interrupting Chen Deshun's continued accounting. Suppressing her anger, she gritted her teeth and asked, "In-law, let's be frank. We don't understand what you're saying. Just tell us directly, how much money do we need to settle this?"

Police Officer Song, Director Qian, and Zheng Yi, who were listening in, were dumbfounded.

Song Gong'an was secretly astonished; he had never seen anything like it before!

He's mediated at least a hundred or three hundred disputes, but this is the first time he's seen someone list out the compensation items in such detail and explain them so clearly. He's obviously done his homework beforehand! The Huang family is probably going to suffer a huge loss this time.

Director Qian frowned, wondering to himself: How can an ordinary worker know so much? He's more professional than the cadres who deal with disputes every day. He knows all the expenses and costs. If we really follow his advice, the compensation will probably exceed expectations, and the Huang family will probably not be able to afford it.

Zheng Yi nodded thoughtfully. No wonder Chen Deshun looked down on the fifty yuan; he was waiting for this. This move was much more ruthless than he had expected.

Under the complex gazes of the crowd, Chen Deshun announced the final amount of compensation.

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