"What?" Not just He Qingwei, but even the Zhang family father and son were taken aback. The mine at Little Zhou Mountain belongs to the Zhang family, known by everyone in the Capital. How did it become Han Yanâs?
"The old master of the Zhang family sold the mine at Little Zhou Mountain to me last year. What is Zhang Jingtong doing using it as collateral? Clearly, heâs tricking you. Youâre not young anymore, how could you fall for such a trick?" Han Yan remarked earnestly to He Qingwei.
"Impossible, how come I didnât know about this?" He Qingwei questioned suspiciously.
"Nonsense, who are you to the Zhang family? Why should you know? What does the Zhang family have to do with you? Even if youâre looking for trouble because youâre bored, it has nothing to do with meddling in the Zhang familyâs affairs." Han Yan snorted coldly.
Hearing Han Yan throw He Qingweiâs words back at him, Mu Zexian and others couldnât stop grinning.
"In any case, that mine has long been mine. You were deceived by Zhang Jingtong. If you want to collect debts, go to Zhang Jingtong. As for the mine, not a chance." Han Yan continued.
He Qingwei, Song Zhe, and the others looked at each other, unable to believe Han Yanâs words. Han Yan hadnât even been to the Capital a year ago. How could he have bought the Zhang familyâs property? Isnât this blatant lying?
"Young Master Mu, without any evidence, you saying the mine is yours doesnât make it so. I might as well say itâs mine." Although He Qingwei feared Han Yan, seeing the cooked duck about to fly away made him both anxious and angry, he said stubbornly.
"If you donât believe it, thereâs nothing I can do." Han Yan shrugged indifferently.
"You say the Family Head Zhang sold you the mine a year ago, do you have contract documents to prove it?" He Qingwei asked.
"Contract documents? Of course, I have them. How could I not?" Han Yan patted his forehead and turned to Zhang Moyang, "Patriarch Zhang, please have someone prepare brush and ink. Weâll take out the contract documents right now and show him. Remember, itâs the contract from a year ago."
Prepare brush and ink, get the contract documents out to see, itâs still the contract from a year ago...
Hearing Han Yanâs words, He Qingwei and the othersâ faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Mu Zexian and others were first stunned, then burst into loud laughter.
Zhang Moyang and his son exchanged a glance, secretly amused. They had only considered Zhang Jingtongâs papers, feeling that He Qingwei and the others had reason on their side, giving the Zhang family no chance to refute. They never thought Han Yan would come up with such a move.
Since the Zhang family mine was already sold to someone else a year ago, Zhang Jingtongâs paper wouldnât count. It was merely a deception to He Qingwei; how to handle it was their matter, having nothing to do with the Zhang family mine.
One has to admit, Han Yanâs move was clever. The only thing that made the Zhang family father and son feel helplessly amused was that, even if a fake document was needed, there was no need to prepare brush and ink to fake it blatantly in front of others, was there?
"Han Yan, donât push it too far!" He Qingwei knew the cooked duck had really flown away, got so angry that he pointed at Han Yanâs nose and cursed.
"Young Master He, you now realize I like to bully people?" Han Yanâs face darkened as he spoke coldly.
"You, you are unreasonable." Under Han Yanâs cold stare, He Qingwei felt a chill in his heart, suddenly aware of who stood before him, quickly retreating two steps, sounding aggrieved with a sob.
"Nonsense, who am I, Han Yan, you donât know? Have you heard about me being reasonable with anyone before?" Han Yan rolled his eyes disdainfully, "And didnât you also say, have you seen a playboy talk about reason? Now you talk reason with me? Isnât that slapping your own face?"
With this kind of person, they still have the nerve to talk about reason, truly a disgrace to the playboy world.
Tears welled in He Qingweiâs eyes: How did I forget, this guy is the Capitalâs number one playboy, talking reason with him, isnât that asking for it? Whether right or wrong, itâs always him whoâs right.
What is a playboy, this is the real playboy! He Qingwei suddenly felt that he had wasted these years in the Capital, only now understanding this truth.
"Alright, I have some serious matters to discuss with the Family Head Zhang, if you have nothing, leave, donât stay here being an eyesore." Han Yan glanced at He Qingwei and others with disdain.
"Weâre leaving." Though He Qingwei was full of depression, he knew as long as Han Yan was around, he had no chance of laying hands on the Zhang family mine.
If they used some petty tricks to harm Zhang Jingtong and plot the Zhang family mine was justified, then Han Yan playing this hand was equally justified, they had no chance to refute.
"Qingwei, and those three million." Song Zhe reminded, other people also looked eagerly at He Qingwei.
Although they couldnât get the mine, the white and black written proof was there, the three million Zhang Jingtong owed couldnât be talked away, now they sought second-best.
"Patriarch Zhang, since your mine has been sold to Young Master Mu, I wonât mention it further, but Zhang Jingtong is, after all, a descendant of the Zhang family; you canât ignore the three million debt, right?" He Qingwei responded, having painstakingly plotted and ended up empty-handed felt too much of a loss, not to mention they also threw in tens of thousands to make Zhang Jingtong sign that document, they couldnât return without anything.
"Chi Hua, give it to them." Zhang Moyang thought for a bit and said, repaying debts is right and proper, even though the trouble was caused by Zhang Jingtong, he is still a Zhang family member, he couldnât let him go on the run for a few million, nor could he let outsiders laugh at the Zhang family.
Yet this debt would ultimately fall on Zhang Jingtongâs branch of the family, and he had no hesitation.
Zhang Chihua, seeing the mine was protected, felt relieved and didnât mind the few million, took out silver notes and threw them to He Qingwei.
He Qingwei took the silver notes and left with Song Zhe and others.
Though they didnât get the mine, they managed to extort over two million, a thought that made the group satisfied and cheerful.
"Wait a moment." At this moment, Mu Zexian spoke.
The Zhang family father and son didnât care about the three million, Han Yan was also not interested in meddling more, but Mu Zexian harbored deep grudges against He Qingweiâs group, being mocked earlier, now seeing them smug, he was still upset.
"Mu Zexian, what else do you want?" He Qingwei stopped, looking impatiently at Mu Zexian.
What do I want, you guess? Mu Zexian sneered internally.
(Asking for monthly tickets, howâs everyoneâs New Year going?)