My Dongguan Love Story

Sitting in Mr. Li's car, listening to his words, I was somewhat stunned.

When I attended the banquet with Mr. Zhao and heard that the loan contract they were discussing amounted to 100 million, I knew that Mr. Li held a high position in the bank.

After all, this is a loan of 100 million yuan.

One hundred million was an astronomical figure in 98. Ordinary loan officers simply didn't have the authority to handle it.

I suspect he might be a manager at a bank branch or something similar, someone with some real power.

That's why I feel that I've done such a big favor for someone with real power, and maybe if there's an opportunity in the future, they can help me in return.

But listening to his introduction, I realized he wasn't just a bank branch manager. He was far more powerful than a branch manager. He was the deputy director of the Dongguan branch of the People's Bank of China.

My goodness, with such a high position, no wonder the Hunan gang has their eyes on him.

Moreover, although his car wasn't as luxurious as Sister Zhao's Mercedes-Benz, it was still quite classy.

"That's the situation," Mr. Li said helplessly, turning to look at me.

"Brother, I'm really out of options. So I can only ask you for help. If you can help me this time, besides the contract with President Zhao, I'll also owe you another favor."

Mr. Li has thought it through these past few days.

The Hunan gang forced them to choose between their son and breaking the law.

He definitely couldn't help the Hunan gang falsify accounts. If such a large amount of fraudulent loans were discovered, he estimated he'd spend the rest of his life in jail.

If I go to jail, how will my son survive on his own?

As for calling the police? The Hunan gang said they would kill him immediately if he called the police. He knew the Hunan gang meant what they said, so he didn't dare to call the police.

After much thought, he realized that falsifying accounts was not an option, so there was only one way left: to find a way to snatch his son back from the Hunan gang.

After thinking for a while, he decided to talk to Boss Zhao to see if he could get Dazhuang to help rescue his son. Now that I had agreed, he was overjoyed. Afraid that I wouldn't do my best, he not only said he owed me a favor, but also took out a wad of cash from his bag.

"Besides owing you a favor, I'll give you another 20,000 yuan as a reward for your hard work."

As he spoke, he looked somewhat embarrassed and said:

"This money isn't much, but it's all the money you have on you, brother."

Some time ago, he gave all his savings of over 200,000 yuan to the Hunan gang in exchange for his son's temporary safety for a month.

He only had a little over 20,000 yuan left in his savings.

"No need for the money." I shook my head and returned the money.

The matter hasn't been resolved yet, and I don't know how difficult it will be, so I definitely don't want to take his money. Besides, wouldn't taking the money greatly diminish the goodwill?

"Listen to me, brother, you have to take the money. I can't let you work for nothing, right?" Mr. Li glared at me, pushed the money in front of me, and after a few moments of pushing and shoving, he reluctantly accepted the money and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In his mind, only by accepting money can one do things wholeheartedly.

After all, if he failed to rescue his son, Mr. Zhao would only lose a loan contract. But he himself would lose his own son. He had no choice but to try to bribe him.

I reluctantly put the 20,000 yuan away.

Honestly, it's impossible not to be tempted by 20,000 yuan in hand. But the higher the price Mr. Li offers, the greater the difficulty of this task.

I cautiously inquired with him, but only managed to obtain a little information.

First, his son, Li Chenghai, was locked up in an unfinished two-story building in the suburbs.

Among the guards were several thugs from the Hunan gang. According to Brother Nan, bringing the money here would allow them to ransom the person.

As for the false accounts and loan documents, Mr. Li is in charge of them all.

To put it bluntly, Mr. Li forged documents to lend money to the Hunan gang. Mr. Li bears all the risks, and the Hunan gang has no intention of repaying the loan.

After hearing his words, I shook my head. No wonder Mr. Li would rather risk his life to save his son than follow the orders of the Hunan gang to falsify accounts.

The car drove out of the city and headed towards the suburbs.

The road surface gradually changed from a cement road to a gravel road. As vehicles drove on the road, dust constantly filled the air.

About an hour later, we arrived at the edge of a village.

Mr. Li stopped the car, turned to me, and asked, "Dazhuang, what's the next step?"

How long until it becomes an unfinished building?

"If you're driving, it'll probably take a few minutes."

"Okay, drive slowly, don't get too close, and find a place to park when you're almost there."

"it is good."

After driving to a reed field, we turned the car around and parked it on the side of the road.

"Come on, show me the way."

This place is very close to where the Hunan gang is located. If we continue driving, we'll be easily spotted. So we have to walk.

"This is the building."

After walking for a while, Mr. Li pointed to an unfinished building in front of him.

I looked up and saw that the staircases of the building were basically finished, but the plastering was not done and there were no windows or doors.

The windows at the back of the building were completely empty, allowing a clear view into the interior.

We stepped onto the stones and peered inside. Four people were sitting there, playing cards. Beside them sat a man in a white shirt, his hands tied behind his back, his eyes lifeless.

His white shirt was now black and dirty, with bloodstains.

"Chenghai."

Seeing his son's state, Mr. Li looked worried. He turned to me and asked, "Dazhuang, what should we do next?"

"Okay, wait a minute."

These few people in front of us are not a threat, but I wonder if there are others lying in ambush?

I told Mr. Li to start the car first, so that if I arrived later, we could escape immediately.

Then I began to investigate the area within a dozen meters of the unfinished building.

After circling around, they found no signs of an ambush.

Clearly, the Hunan gang believed that these few people were enough to kidnap Mr. Li's son.

After all, although President Li is the vice president, he has no henchmen by his side, and it would be extremely difficult for him to rescue his son on his own.

But they didn't expect that Mr. Li would find me.

Dealing with a few thugs is no problem for me.

Moreover, these thugs were pale and thin. Clearly, their usual reckless behavior had taken a toll on their health, making them utterly ineffective in a fight.

I picked up a stick from the ground. It was about a meter long. I weighed it in my hand and thought it was alright.

He then jumped through the window into the room.

"Who?"

Even though I tried to keep my footsteps down, the thugs playing cards still heard me.

The man with a small ponytail, who was smoking a cigarette nearby, laughed when he saw me jump in through the back window, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

"Are you one of the thugs Li Jianhui hired?"

Looking at my appearance, he knew perfectly well that I had come to rescue Li Chenghai.

But coming alone seems a bit presumptuous, doesn't it?

When the others heard the man with the ponytail speaking, they all looked up at me and dropped their cards on the ground.

Upon hearing the sound, Li Chenghai quickly raised his lowered head, and his swollen and lifeless eyes looked at me with expectation.

Splash!

The Hunan gang members stood up, picked up their long knives from the ground, and slowly walked towards me.

They wore mocking smiles and looked at me as if I were a lamb to the slaughter.

Five people, each wielding a long knife.

I am alone, holding a wooden stick.

Five to one, the advantage is on my side!

A smile crept onto my face as I brandished my long staff and charged toward them.