Thoughts Must Be Clear

The man handed over the folder with great sincerity, saying that everything was inside.

Zhang Yang took it casually and glanced up at him.

This person... has such sharp eyesight?

They didn't mention a word about how their home was ransacked, how their men were all killed, or even that their dog died. And yet they actually offered an IOU as a show of sincerity?

Zhang Yang casually sent out a Good-Evil Detector.

Target of detection: Lu Qiang

Degree of good or evil towards the host: Long-admired, Uneasy, Awe

Zhang Yang blinked, then felt something was off.

Even if you know he's the owner of the Four Seasons Hotel, is there really any need to act like this? You don't have a bad reputation.

But upon closer reflection, he understood.

It is precisely because it is unknown that it is so unfathomable.

Think about it, what does it mean to these people to be someone who owns a landmark in Yinghai? It must mean someone with enormous power, unknown methods, and unpredictable mystery.

That's the power of imagination.

In fact, any legendary figure or their deeds are often accompanied by embellishments and exaggerations, and this has been the case throughout history.

There's nothing strange about that.

"I'll take the IOU," Zhang Yang said casually. "I'll pay you back the money you owe."

A few hundred thousand is like a meal to him now; he can't be bothered to take advantage of such a small sum.

"How can this be?!" Lu Qiang became even more alarmed, shaking his head repeatedly to refuse. "President Zhang, this is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it. Please don't mention money."

"One thing at a time," Zhang Yang smiled. "I'm not someone who doesn't distinguish right from wrong. You can pay these people's medical expenses; I won't interfere. As for paying back debts, that's a matter of course. Do you think I'm the kind of person who likes to take advantage of others?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare," Lu Qiang quickly waved his hand.

Zhang Yang got Lu Qiang's account number, made a phone call, and had the money transferred. He also opened the folder and looked at his uncle and his wife's loan application.

Amount owed: 500,000

Interest... well, it really is compound interest, far exceeding the standard, but that's not surprising, otherwise where would these lenders get their profits?

"Alright, thanks." Zhang Yang casually put the things away. "Oh, by the way, could you ask me something else?"

"Please speak, Mr. Zhang." Lu Qiang listened attentively.

"I'm not asking you, I'll have to ask your underlings." Zhang Yang smiled and waved to Brother Wei in the distance.

The guy was covering his mouth, his eyes filled with a look of lingering fear.

"Wang Wei! Come here!" Lu Qiang shouted.

Brother Wei walked over cautiously and stood in front of Zhang Yang, not daring to raise his head.

"How did you find my uncle and his family today?" Zhang Yang asked the question that concerned him most.

"I didn't find her, it was your... your aunt posted her location on WeChat Moments, that's why I came here," Brother Wei said, his face pale. "We've been looking for her recently, but she's been hiding everywhere. We didn't expect to see her location today, so we came looking for her."

"Okay, got it." Zhang Yang nodded indifferently.

As expected...

Would someone who'd rather hide from creditors all the time suddenly post something on social media that reveals their whereabouts? It's highly unlikely, especially not someone like my aunt who considers herself shrewd.

Zhang Yang looked at the IOU in his hand and laughed in anger.

Despite her elaborate scheme to lure people over, she ultimately succeeded in her plan.

But... what can be done?

She dared to go this far because she was determined; she was determined that the old lady loved her son, and she was determined that she would speak up in public.

Once the old lady speaks up, would Zhang Yang let his mother be caught in the middle?

His expression shifted between light and dark, causing the people standing nearby to hold their breath and dare not utter a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yang nodded to Lu Qiang and handed him a business card, thus ending the matter.

He was just about to turn and leave.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang!" Lu Qiang suddenly spoke up.

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Yang paused, turned around, and asked.

"Um... would you like to stay for dog meat tonight?" Lu Qiang grinned broadly. "Tibetan mastiff meat, it's delicious in a hot pot in winter."

"No need, you can keep it yourself." Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, then walked straight out of the store and got into the Cullinan at the entrance.

A short while later, the Cullinan drove away and disappeared at the end of the road.

Lu Qiang, who was inside the store, finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been brought back to life.

"Seriously, that's a really strong sense of oppression."

He wandered around the store, increasingly terrified and incredulous.

So many people were all beaten down by that Boss Zhang alone, and his big, fat Tibetan Mastiff, which was known for its fearsome nature, even had its head smashed in?

This is... really...

These people in society, even though they have legitimate jobs, still can't completely escape some underhanded tactics at heart; otherwise, he wouldn't be supporting so many idle people.

Therefore, he felt the word "capable of fighting" even more deeply.

Is this what you call being able to fight?

This is practically a humanoid monster!

As expected, the tycoon who possesses such assets in Yinghai is far superior to ordinary people in every way.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself.

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Inside the Cullinan, Zhang Yang was ashen, a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

You, Zhou Xiaona, are something else.

You've got quite a few roundabout and crooked ideas, haven't you? You succeeded, haven't you?

So-called kinship ties naturally cannot bind him; he will give face if he wants to, and he will not if he is annoyed or unhappy.

It's just that he saw his mother was in a dilemma and couldn't be bothered to argue with her.

But... is Zhang Yang really willing to just suffer this loss like this?

Zhang Yang parked his car by the roadside and called his mother, Song Wenqin.

"Mom, here's what we'll do: have your uncle and aunt go to Grandma's house tonight. I've taken care of things for today. Just let them know if anything comes up."

"It's done?" A surprised voice came from the other end, followed by a suppressed resentment. "That Zhou Xiaona, I wish I could..."

"Okay, Mom, calm down, don't take it to heart," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Before ending the call, he vaguely heard his mother sigh deeply on the phone, her voice filled with complex emotions, clearly indicating that she had so much to say.

A moment later, Zhang Yang drove straight to his grandmother's house.

Later that evening, in the courtyard of my grandmother's house.

Their own Maybach and Bentley are all there.

My uncle's BMW was also there.

Zhang Yang got out of the car, took the folder, and his uncle at the door immediately lit up and came to greet him.

"Nephew, things..."

"Hmm." Zhang Yang waved the file folder in his hand. "Let's go inside and talk."

In the living room of my grandmother's house, there was tea and fruit on the table, and Zhang Zhaohai and his wife were there.

"Son." Zhang Zhaohai stood up, his eyes questioning.

Zhang Yang nodded slightly and went straight up to sit down.

"Grandmother."

Grandma, who had been sitting anxiously to the side, looked up and smiled. "Zhang Yang's here? I'll go get your aunt."

A moment later, a figure sat down at the table; it was Zhou Xiaona.

"Auntie."

Zhang Yang casually slammed the folder onto the table.

Immediately, Zhou Xiaona's eyes lit up, and she reached out to take it.

"Wait a minute, Auntie, are you mistaken?" Zhang Yang said with a half-smile. "You think this IOU was given away for nothing? I paid back the money with real money and got it back. I'm showing it to you to tell you who you owe money to now."

"What are you saying?" Zhou Xiaona's face stiffened, her smile turning awkward. "We're all family, do you expect us to..."

"Then what do you mean?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise. "Really? Did you never intend to pay us back when you borrowed money from our family? Auntie, do you even know what borrowing money means?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze.

"Alright, alright! Song Wenbo, your good nephew." Zhou Xiaona stared intently at Zhang Yang. "It's just about paying back the money, isn't it? Did we say we wouldn't pay it back? Pay it back! Not a penny less."

"It would be best to settle accounts clearly." Zhang Yang nodded.

I'll say it again.

If Zhou Xiaona and her husband had been even a little nicer, he wouldn't have acted this way.

He has plenty of money; as long as it makes him happy, he doesn't care how much it costs. But if he encounters something like this—helping him out with something so important and not even getting a thank you in return—then he has no choice but to...

"Write a note specifying the repayment period and interest rate."

"You're even asking us for interest?" Zhou Xiaona's eyes widened. "You really have no decency at all?"

"Since I sat down here, have you said thank you even once?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, casually picking up a piece of paper and a pen from the table. "Write it down, Auntie. You said it yourself."

Zhou Xiaona grabbed the paper and pen in a fit of anger, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

"Let whoever wants to write it write it!"

She suddenly slammed her pen on the table in a frivolous manner, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Zhang Yang..." The grandmother stepped forward.

"Grandma, we can't just give her 500,000 yuan for nothing..." Zhang Yang stepped forward to comfort her. "If she really didn't want to pay it back, she could have just asked for the money to help her out in the first place. Why did she have to say she was borrowing money?"

"Let's help if we can. This money is for Grandma..." Grandma said.

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, then picked up the IOU on the table and tore it to shreds.

"Grandma, don't say anymore, let's just leave it at that."

The IOU was reduced to fragments.

A barely perceptible gleam of ecstasy flashed in Zhou Xiaona's eyes.

Zhang Yang glanced at his aunt and casually used a Truth Card.

These Truth Card are incredibly effective.

As long as it's within the designated time, all questions will be answered.

"Auntie, I've been wanting to ask you something," Zhang Yang said, looking at Zhou Xiaona. "How did that group of people know you were eating at this restaurant today? Did they just bump into you by chance?"

Zhou Xiaona smiled smugly, her eyebrows dancing with delight. "How could I possibly have just happened to run into you? I must have done it on purpose!"

The surrounding area immediately changed color.

However, Zhou Xiaona seemed oblivious to the changes in others' expressions, continuing to talk enthusiastically.

"I deliberately lured that group of people here, hoping they'd cause a huge scene. Surely your family can't just ignore it then, right? Even if that doesn't work, the old woman dotes on her son and will eventually step in. If you don't listen to us, you'll have to listen to the old woman, won't you?"

"Ha, in the end, your family still has to foot the bill, right?"

"Look, look, where were you before? Why didn't you just hand over the money back then?"

At the scene, the grandmother stared at Zhou Xiaona, trembling with anger, pointing repeatedly at Zhou Xiaona, "What... what are you saying? You're simply..."

"Shameless! Utterly shameless! This is your wife!" Song Wenqin glared at Song Wenbo. "Did you two plan this together?!"

Song Wenbo's expression changed drastically.

"Xiaona, are you out of your mind? Stop talking nonsense! Did you drink at noon?!"

"How am I talking nonsense? Didn't you say last time that if we did this again when we buy a house, you'd say that the old woman always favors you, and that she could talk to her then?" Zhou Xiaona raised an eyebrow and said.

Instantly, Song Wenbo's face turned bright red, and he began to stammer.

"You're talking nonsense! Shut up!"

He frantically grabbed Zhou Xiaona's sleeve, but she shook him off without hesitation.

"Song Wenbo! From now on, I don't have a brother like you, and you don't need to call me sister anymore! We're severing ties! Starting today, from this moment on, we're severing ties! Even if you die on the road, I'll never look at you again!" Song Wenqin glared at Song Wenbo.

She never imagined that the couple had been harboring this idea all along.

This is utterly shameless, utterly shameless!

She had initially held some consideration for her sibling relationship, but now, all she felt was disgust and revulsion!

"No, sis, don't listen to her, let me explain... let me explain!"

"Roll!"

The scene was a complete mess.

"So my uncle also plays a role in this. It really takes two to tango," Zhang Yang thought to himself.

What if we disrupt the current situation?

Five hundred thousand is just a drop in the ocean for him, but wouldn't it be better to spend that money on a girl? Going out to meet friends and drinking all night in a nightclub isn't fun.

He was particularly unhappy about using it under these circumstances.

Since he's unhappy, there's no point in talking about consequences.

Let it all go to chaos, let it all collapse!

"Auntie, what kind of person is my uncle in your heart?" Zhang Yang continued to ask without any mercy.

If you're going to stir things up, stir them up completely.

It's not so easy to take advantage of Zhang Yang, especially when it makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Ha!" Zhou Xiaona laughed as she looked at Song Wenbo. "What can I say? He's just a yes-man, a coward, not a real man. I have him completely under my thumb. Besides, from the first day I married him, I've never respected him from the bottom of my heart... I never actually wanted to marry him. I clearly had better options back then, if it weren't for..."

Suddenly, everything came to an abrupt halt.

Zhang Yang was engrossed in listening to the gossip when he realized that the time for the Truth Card to take effect seemed to be up.

"Zhou Xiaona!" A low growl sounded in my ear.

Song Wenbo stared blankly at Zhou Xiaona, his eyes bloodshot.

Aunt Zhou Xiaona seemed to come to her senses as well, and immediately covered her mouth tightly, 'I... what did I just say?'

"Zhou Xiaona, you bastard! You're a piece of trash! I've been married to you for so many years, always obeying your every word, when have I ever wronged you? And yet you look down on me like this!" Song Wenbo trembled with rage. "You despise me, don't you? You regret marrying me, don't you! Divorce me!"

"What did you say?" Zhou Xiaona asked, dumbfounded.

"Divorce!" Song Wenbo roared with almost all his might!