How could Wang Yue possibly help someone who had once set him up? He replied without hesitation,
"You'd be better off paying back the money you owe Su Meng first, then finding a way to hire a good lawyer in Hong Kong. You might even get a few years knocked off your sentence."
When Cheng's Dad heard Wang Yue say that, he realized there was no chance of getting something for nothing. Worried that Wang Yue was targeting Cheng Jianjun, he immediately changed his tune.
"Little Yue, you've misunderstood. We're trying to raise money so we can pay Su Meng back.
"His mother and I have already discussed it. We're going to sell our courtyard house. That'll let us pay her back and leave us some money for the lawsuit.
"But we're in a hurry to get the money, and other buyers would surely lowball us. Could you buy it for eighty percent of the market price?"
Although Cheng Jianjun's family had moved away from Han Family Alley, they had only relocated a dozen or so kilometers away, where they'd bought a courtyard house.
After all these years, the house had gone up in value considerably. It wasn't worth hundreds of millions like the properties inside the Second Ring Road, but it could still sell for over twenty million.
The trouble was that houses like that were hard to sell. Not everyone could afford one.
Cheng's Dad had approached Wang Yue because he knew Wang Yue had bought quite a few courtyard houses. He wanted to sound him out.
Wang Yue saw right through Cheng's Dad, but he didn't refuse. This had been part of his plan all along.
After all, weren't Cheng Jianjun's parents the ones who'd made him the way he was?
Wang Yue thought it might be