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

Chapter 80 I'm in a hurry! Let's talk privately! Why did you report it?

Hsieh Shu-chen and her husband exchanged a glance, both seeing panic and unease in each other's eyes.

Things seem to be developing in a completely uncontrollable direction.

"Chen Deshun, who are you! Stop with the veiled insults! Are you even a man? Speak your mind! You're more effeminate than a woman." Huang Xumin, having given up and gone completely mad, figured he was going to jail anyway, so what did it matter if he was a father-in-law or not?

Huang Xumin and Huang Xudong, completely oblivious to what was amiss, continued to argue defiantly: "Dad, Mom, why waste your breath arguing with him! Two thousand yuan is extortion! We don't have it, take our lives!"

"Exactly! If he insists on forcing us like this, then let's fight to the death, and nobody will get away with it!"

"Shut up!"

Suppressing the turmoil surging within him, Huang's father sternly stopped his two sons.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, turned to Director Qian, and solemnly requested, "Director Qian, Officer Song, Officer Zheng, could you please step outside for a moment? My wife and I would like to speak with Comrade Chen Deshun alone for just a few minutes, it will be quick."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned.

Huang Xumin looked utterly bewildered: "Dad! What's the point of talking to him alone? He's just trying to extort money!"

Director Qian looked at Officer Song, who frowned.

Let them talk alone? These two families are like sworn enemies. What if they start fighting the moment he leaves? This is the police station. If they fight in front of him, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

"I can." Chen Deshun shrugged nonchalantly, looking completely at ease.

Director Qian hesitated for a moment, then looked at Huang's father, but in the end he couldn't resist and whispered a few words to Police Officer Song.

"Fine, I'm only doing this for your sake—"

With a helpless sigh, Officer Song nodded, stood up, and called out, "Huang Xumin, Huang Xudong, you two come out with us."

"Chen Jianguo, you get out too."

Chen Deshun glanced at Chen Jianguo, who was listening intently beside him.

Chen Jianguo originally wanted to stay and hear what happened next, to see how much money his father could extort, but when his name was called, his grandparents didn't try to stop him, so he could only get up and leave reluctantly.

The office door was gently closed, leaving only Xie Shuzhen and her husband, Chen Deshun, the old man, and Old Mrs. Shen inside.

"Click".

Mr. Huang locked the office door behind him, and only after making sure the door was closed properly did he turn around and ask in a low voice, "How did you know?"

Chen Deshun shrugged, a mocking smile on his face. "Never mind how I found out. Just one question: will you pay me or not? If you do, this matter is settled, and I'll have my son sign a letter of understanding. Your whole family will be safe. If you don't, then we'll see you in court."

Mr. Huang swayed, remained silent for a long time, and then spoke with difficulty: "Two thousand—no, that's too much! We can't afford it. Besides, my dad—actually didn't leave behind any treasures, just junk, not worth much!"

"Don't give me that." Chen Deshun curled his lip and bluntly exposed him: "After working like a slave for so many years, I don't believe your father didn't leave the family any substantial legacy."

He learned about this by chance from Chen Limei in his previous life.

Grandpa Huang Xumin left behind a box of treasures. The exact size of the box is unknown, but later, when the policy was relaxed, the Huang family secretly sold some of them and bought several properties.

They were fortunate to be involved in a land expropriation project, which led to the Huang family's meteoric rise and made them nouveau riche.

Unfortunately, their luck has run out in this life.

"There are some things you don't understand." Mr. Huang sighed bitterly, as if recalling the past, and said with great pain, "Back then, our house was almost demolished, where could we possibly hide anything?"

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows; who would put all their eggs in one basket?" Chen Deshun rolled his eyes at him, still pretending until he saw the coffin.

Mr. Huang's lips twitched. Chen Deshun had indeed guessed right! The old man had indeed hidden in more than one place back then, which was why his body had survived until now.

Both Grandma Shen and Grandpa Shen had lived through the war, and it was only then that they suddenly realized the truth of the matter from their cryptic conversation.

It turns out the Huang family are traitors, hiding ill-gotten gains! They're utterly immoral; their family has impeccable revolutionary credentials, yet they've married into such a family.

They instantly understood the Huang family's arrogance and immorality, which were all passed down from their ancestors. Thinking of this, the old couple looked at the Huang couple with contempt and disgust.

"Since I asked you for it, it means I know your family's background clearly. What do you say?" Chen Deshun narrowed his eyes as he looked at Xie Shuzhen and her husband.

"No! Two thousand is too much!"

Seeing her husband's psychological defenses about to crumble, Xie Shuzhen suddenly changed her previous panic and stepped forward, adopting a defiant attitude: "So what if you know? Go ahead and tell everyone! See who believes you!"

She was going all in. Those treasures in the family were their future hope; how could she possibly give them all to Chen Deshun?!

Moreover, she just realized that the Huang family's original home was not in the capital; they moved here later. Few people know this, so even if they investigated, they probably wouldn't find anything! Right?

As for the treasures in the house, Chen Deshun made empty promises. What evidence do he have to prove that his family has them?

"Two thousand yuan? Don't even think about it! At worst, our whole family will go to jail!"

Upon hearing Xie Shuzhen's seemingly reckless remarks, Chen Deshun was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed and even clapped lightly twice.

"Slap, slap."

The crisp applause sounded particularly abrupt in the office.

"Well said." Chen Deshun leaned back in his chair, looking at Xie Shuzhen, whose face had turned from white to green, with a leisurely air: "You have backbone."

"You're not afraid of going to jail, but you seem to have misunderstood something."

Hsieh Shu-chen's heart skipped a beat, but she remained defiant: "What is it?"

"When did I say I was going to report you?" Chen Deshun said casually.

Huang's father and Xie Shuzhen were filled with confusion. Why not report him? What was he planning to do?

"I don't like to push things to the extreme." Chen Deshun paused. "What good would it do me to report you? At most, it would just give me some satisfaction. But wouldn't it be much more interesting to ruin your reputations than to send you to jail?"

As for the evidence Hsieh Shu-chen just mentioned, it's not important, nor is the truth. What matters is what others want to believe.

If they write a few anonymous whistleblower letters, the organization will definitely send someone to investigate. Whether they can find anything out is another matter, but it will definitely be enough to make their family suffer.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, no matter the time period, being associated with terms like "traitor" or "traitor" has been enough to ruin a family for generations.

The scrutiny from work, the disdain from colleagues, the spittle from neighbors—life here was far more unbearable than being in jail.