Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

"Yang Bai, you dare to assault someone in public! Arrest him!"

Sun Zhigang raised his hand and waved, and the militiamen stepped forward one after another.

Yang Bai grabbed Sun Chuan and said, "I really didn't expect that you and your son would be so good at talking nonsense."

"I clearly saw this man trying to sexually assault a woman in public, against her will."

"I was acting on behalf of Heaven and upholding justice, but you've turned around and accused me of assaulting someone?"

"Ningning, will you marry Sun Chuan?"

Zhang Ning shook her head directly, "I don't like Sun Chuan, I like Yang Bai! He's the one who gave Wang Fang a hundred yuan, so if anyone's going to get married, it should be him marrying Wang Fang!"

Zhang Ning mimicked Yang Bai's sharp tongue and spoke with certainty.

Wang Fang was so angry upon hearing this that she couldn't speak clearly. "What, what did you say? You unfilial daughter!"

"I'm not your daughter anymore. Give me my household registration; I want to live independently!"

When they got married, their household registration was transferred to Yang Bai's name, but after they divorced, they transferred their household registration back.

Although the relationship of support cannot be severed, all public interactions can be cut off!

Wang Fang, who was standing to the side, watched coldly and sneered.

"Hmph, you wish! Unless Zhang Ning obediently marries Sun Chuan, she can forget about ever separating her household registration!"

Wang Fang felt very comfortable. Now she had Zhang Ning's weakness firmly under her control, while Zhang Ning still fantasized that she could easily separate from the family and leave without marrying Sun Chuan.

That's wishful thinking! The hundred yuan benefit hasn't even reached their own hands yet, and Zhang Ning's value hasn't been fully exploited. There's absolutely no way she'd easily agree to let her daughter go.

"Wang Fang, you!"

Zhang Ning pointed at his former mother, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Sun Zhigang had roughly figured out the cause and effect of the matter. He suddenly realized that his son's absurd words about getting a wife for a hundred yuan that morning were actually referring to Zhang Ning's matter.

Although Zhang Ning had been married before, her son had also made mistakes, so it was fair to say they were even.

Moreover, Zhang Ning is outstanding in appearance, has a stable temperament, and is from the same village, so we know him well.

If they can truly become in-laws and live a stable life together, it would be a good thing for both their families and their son. The two are actually a very good match.

Looking at his son, who was beaten badly and whose face was covered in bruises, Sun Zhigang sighed heavily in helplessness.

His eyes were filled with disappointment and frustration. His own son, whom he had raised, couldn't keep his composure in the face of any trouble.

They couldn't even handle this small squabble and standoff, and in the end, they were publicly reprimanded and lost all face.

"Yang Bai, as the old saying goes, marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers. Zhang Ning's parents are willing, so why make things difficult for you? Besides, you and Zhang Ning are already divorced. I'm giving you good advice now so that things don't turn out badly."

Yang Bai sneered, "Parents' orders? That's feudal dross. How can you, a brigade secretary, still believe in such feudal dross?"

Sun Zhigang's heart tightened. This kid was something. If he agreed, he would at least get a disciplinary action if word got out.

"Yang Bai, stop talking nonsense. Hitting someone is illegal, and my militia can arrest you anytime!"

"I'm protecting women from harm. Go ahead and hold a public trial at the commune, let's see who the people support!"

Having lived and dealt with people for decades, Yang Bai could easily tell that this man was trying to guide his words; if he admitted defeat, Yang Bai would resort to violence.

Sun Zhigang's face was ashen. His son had previously committed rape, and he had gone to great lengths to get him released.

Yang Bai's treatment of Zhang Ning was not simply a matter of giving him money and not doing anything; otherwise, he would never have taken action.

If he were to go to a public trial, he would definitely be sent to jail.

He changed his mind. No wonder his son couldn't win; he did have some tricks up his sleeve.

"Whether you admit it or not, go and grab him!"

Just as the militiamen were about to take action, a jeep stopped outside Zhang Fu's house.

Everyone looked out. These days, let alone a Jeep, even a motorcycle appearing in this remote village meant someone was definitely rich and powerful.

They were all curious about what kind of big truck could appear in front of Zhang Fu's house.

Wang Fang looked down at the jeep and asked Zhang Fu.

"Old Zhang, is this the person you hired? Where did they come from who can afford a car!"

She had only ever seen high-ranking officials drive when she went to the city on business. Who on earth could be invited here!

Zhang Fu racked his brains, but he couldn't think of anyone he had invited who could afford a Jeep.

He went to the city to think about it, but there weren't many people in the city this time. Finally, he thought of someone who might be a potential contact among the city's meager network of connections.

"It's probably Xiao Li from the city. I think he's a driver for a leader. He must be doing well to invite a big shot from the city to give us face."

"We were the ones who helped bring Xiaoli together, weren't we? He must still remember our favor. This young man is quite good."

Wang Fang seemed to remember this person as well, "That's great, let's see what Yang Bai can do now."

"I want the high-ranking officials to arrest him, convict him, and lock him up in jail."

The officials from the city who could afford to drive him must be high-ranking officials, so convicting Yang Bai was no easy task.

With high-ranking officials coming to his house to back him up, no one in the village will have to defer to them anymore.

The Party Secretary will probably have to treat their family with utmost respect.

My son's future job prospects are probably all set.

She excitedly grasped Zhang Yong's hand.

"Son, our family is going to be rich in the future."

She was already dreaming that her son would have a secure job and become the director of a major factory.

Zhang Yong's eyes were also full of excitement. He straightened his collar, brushed the dust off his clothes, and came to the door with his parents.

Sun Zhigang looked at the car and it seemed somewhat familiar. He suddenly remembered that he had seen this car when he went to a regional meeting. He thought about it carefully and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Impossible! That's the Party Secretary's car. Zhang Fu, how could you possibly know such a leader?"

How could a farmer who uses his petty tricks in the village to buy his daughter off so easily possibly know such an important person?

Zhang Fu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words "Secretary of the Party."

"What! Little Li is driving for the Party Secretary of the prefecture! Wow, our family is really going to be rich!"

The Zhang family could not hide their excitement; they had never expected that the local official would come to their home.

Let's see who will look down on their family in the future.

Sun Zhigang is a bit dim-witted. Could a driver really persuade a prefectural party secretary to come here?

But who on the scene could persuade a prefectural party secretary to come? He shook his head and smiled, for no matter what, the fact that a leader could come to the village was his chance to shine.

"Zhang Fu, please move aside, I'll go greet you."

Zhang Fu frowned. "Secretary Zhang, the Prefectural Party Secretary was invited by our family, so we should be the ones to welcome him first."

"What?"

Sun Zhigang suspected he had misheard. How could Zhang Fu, a man who usually had to be subservient to him, say such a thing?

"Zhang Fu, get out of my way! Am I the Party Secretary or are you the Party Secretary?!"

He said sternly.

Zhang Fu looked impatient. "You stand next to my son."

"you!"

Sun Zhigang gritted his teeth, but decided against it. If it really was the driver Zhang Fu had helped who invited him, it would make things worse for him.