After Ruan Mingli and her mother-in-law fell to the ground, they instinctively started to cry and make a scene, but the people in the corridor frightened them into stopping.
"Taking back their house is letting them off easy. Zhang Wenchang's wages and bonuses from all these years should be clawed back too."
"Exactly! During the last outstanding-worker evaluation, we even voted for Zhang Wenchang. A traitor like him ought to be strung up from a streetlamp!"
"Zhang Wenchang borrowed money from me when he bought that motorcycle last month! Pay it back, now!"
The young men in the corridor were furious. They had endured Southwest Heavy Truck Company's pent-up humiliation for days, only to discover they had been stabbed in the back by a former colleague. Their fury instantly doubled.
Li Ye stopped them. "All right, all right. Today, I only wanted everyone to bear witness for me. As for what punishment Zhang Wenchang will receive, that depends on the public security bureau's further investigation. As for these two..."
Li Ye had understood one truth in his previous life: never use money to test human nature.
When faced with a sum of money you could never save in an entire lifetime, perhaps only your own father and mother would retain even a tiny bit of resistance.
As for everyone else, it was not absolute, but those who could withstand such a test were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
So when Li Ye confirmed that Zhang Wenchang's family had sold their consciences for fifty thousand yuan, he was not particularly surprised.
Nor did Li Ye, like the twenty-eight colleagues in the corridor, shout about beating and killing the two women, wishing they could strangle the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to death.
He merely used the fury of those twenty-eight