Li Ye had encountered a scammer trying to fake an accident once in his previous life. Since there had been no dashcam in the car, the other party had pestered him relentlessly and shamelessly. In the end, Li Ye had helplessly spent two hundred yuan to buy himself a bellyful of anger.
Later, one of his brothers had told Li Ye, "When you run into a rogue, you have to be even more of a rogue than him."
So when Old Mrs. Guo brought her two grandsons to mooch off the First Branch Factory, Li Ye put on a stern face. Imitating the rigorous tone of bank tellers from later generations, he addressed the two children kneeling on the floor and refusing to rise, speaking neither arrogantly nor humbly.
"Don't rush to kowtow yet. First, you need to prove Guo Huai's relationship to you. You must have solid evidence proving that Guo Huai was your father, and at the same time proving that you are Guo Huai's sons."
"Then we can discuss whether your matter should be handled by The Department or by our First Branch Factory."
"We have the household registration booklet. Look, it says here: head of household, Guo Huai; sons: Guo Jiazhuang and Guo Jiaqiang."
"This household registration booklet only proves that Guo Huai had two sons. It doesn't say those two sons are you two! You suddenly showed up at our door, and we've never met before. How can we just believe you?"
"..."
The Guo family all froze.
Let alone the older of the two children, who was only sixteen—even Old Mrs. Guo, who had lived sixty years, had never heard such shameless rogue talk.
The household registration booklet was already in their hands, yet he was saying they were not surnamed Guo?
What, did