Chapter 172: The House Was Burned Down
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Chapter 172: Chapter 172: The House Was Burned Down"Foster father, I have mobilized all our power to
"Oh, I understand. Donât worry, Iâll attend. By the way, wife, do you want me to buy some jewelry for you?" Xiao Yifeng said with a smiling face as he looked at Ye Yaxin.
"No need!" Ye Yaxin said icily, and left the place.
"She really is cold!" Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself.
Just then, Xiao Yifengâs phone rang. It was Dahu calling.
"Hello, Dahu, whatâs up?" Xiao Yifeng asked.
"What? I understand." Xiao Yifengâs expression changed, and he said a word before quickly leaving the villa and driving towards the slums.
In these slums, the house where Fang Siqiâs family once lived had now turned into rubble, with a strong stench of char wafting everywhere. The entire house had been burned down, and around it, there were a group of firefighters and police officers.
Fang Siqiâs family looked on with heavy expressions and ugly faces at the ruins in front of them. Mother Fang was sobbing on Fang Zhenâs body, Fang Siqi had a hint of sadness on her face, while Fang Zhenghua was red with anger.
"Asshole, it must have been that bunch of people, right? Otherwise, how could our house just suddenly catch fire?" Fang Zhenghua said with an ice-cold expression.
"Letâs calm down first and get to the bottom of this before we talk," Fang Zhenguo urged.
At that moment, a police officer approached them and said, "Based on the on-site investigation, this appears to be a case of arson. We need you to come to the police station with us for further questioning."
"Just as I thought, it must be those bastards from the Xu Corporation."
Fang Zhenghua shouted angrily.
"Boy, you better watch your mouth. Youâre slandering my Xu Corporation!"
Just then, a cold rebuke sounded as a group of people walked over, led by none other than Xu Ming, who had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, flanked by a group of men in suits, all from the Xu Corporation.
"Youâre with the Xu Corporation?" Fang Zhenghua glared at Xu Ming.
"How dare you speak to the Young Master of our Xu Corporation like that," a middle-aged man beside Xu Ming immediately said indignantly.
"So itâs the Young Master of the Xu Corporation, you bunch of damn bastards!"
Fang Zhenghua was furious and threw a punch with all his might.
Bang!
Fang Zhenghua was kicked to the ground by Xu Ming, who nonchalantly tossed his cigarette onto him, with a look of disdain in his eyes.
"Big brother!"
Fang Siqi rushed forward to help Fang Zhenghua up.
"What are you doing?"
Dahu and Erhu both charged over, their eyes coldly fixed on Xu Ming and his entourage.
"You people from the Xu Corporation really have no regard for the law, brazenly setting fire to our home," Fang Zhenguo said with a stern voice.
"Old man, you can eat without rules but you canât talk nonsense. Which of your eyes saw it was us from the Xu Corporation who set fire to your house?" Xu Ming huffed coldly.
"You assholes, all you want is to force us to agree to the relocation, but dream on! Even if you burn down our house, this land is still ours," Fang Zhenguo said with anger on his face.
Xu Mingâs eyes flashed with a touch of coldness, and he sneered, "Old man, you really are stubborn. But do you think Iâm out of options? I have plenty of ways to make sure you canât live in peace."
"If we keep being this stubborn, the end result for our family will just be sleeping on the streets, and let me tell you clearly,"
"Even if you agree to the relocation, the Xu Corporation will only give you two hundred thousand. Not a penny more. As for the other residents, if they agree to relocate now, each household will get six hundred thousand; otherwise, theyâll end up just like your family."
Upon hearing Xu Mingâs words, the residents of the shanty area exchanged glances, looked at the rubble that was once a home, and after a moment of hesitation, many agreed.
They were obviously afraid that their own homes would be burned next and then they would end up with nothing, even though the six hundred thousand was quite less than the governmentâs assessed relocation fee of eight hundred fifty thousand.
But it was still better than the Fang familyâs mere two hundred thousand, not to mention their home reduced to ashes. Given the circumstances, they could only agree.