If he had any other choice, Duck Neck would not have called Dou Jiahui—what if they had not known about it before? Wouldn't he be delivering himself right to their door?
Dou Jiahui truly did not know about what had happened yesterday. More importantly, he was not a thug by nature, so he spoke to the other party politely, with the manner of a businessman.
About ten minutes later, Duck Neck arrived in an SUV and found Feng Jun and the other two.
He was quite straightforward about it, offering Feng Jun the latest model of a famous-brand phone as an apology. "I didn't think things through last night and disturbed the two elders. This is just a small token of my sincerity. Brother Feng, please be magnanimous."
"Don't try that with me." Feng Jun raised a hand and pushed the phone away. Who knew where this guy had extorted it from? He sneered. "Do you think I'm short on this kind of thing?"
"It is still a token of my sincerity," Duck Neck said with an ingratiating smile. "If you don't want it, you can give it to Zhang Zeping... I didn't mean to offend him yesterday. We actually have a pretty good relationship."
After being reminded by someone else, he recalled that around the holidays, he had forcibly borrowed Zhang Zeping's phone.
It was not as though he could not afford a phone. He was simply used to bullying people. A coward like Zhang Zeping—if he did not casually bully him a little, it would practically betray his image as a "man of society."
They were all fellow townspeople, so Duck Neck had not intended to outright rob him. But if Zhang Zeping did not keep asking for it back, then the borrowing would naturally become permanent.
That