Ye Longlin nodded, "Alright, this matter will be kept confidential for now."
Zhuge Hou nodded, indicating his understanding. After all, with the three sides at war, their thirty billion might just be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
"In that case, I won't disturb Mr. Ye any longer."
"I heard from Hong Shi that Mr. Ye is also fighting this business war for the Dragon Pavilion's research department. You have great righteousness in your heart, and I, Zhuge, admire you. This is a personal gesture, please accept it, Mr. Ye."
Zhuge Hou also took out a card and respectfully handed it over.
In fact, at Ye Longlin's status, if he needed money, he wouldn't have to personally intervene. Even a mere whisper would cause countless people to send it to him, but he would also owe many favors, and that was the most troublesome part.
Whether it was Diana or the Hongmen, it was all a transaction, with no involvement of personal favors.
"Tell the Dragon Head that I will come to find him when I have time."
After leaving the horse farm, Ye Longlin transferred the money they gave him to the Ke Yan department's account for emergency use. The situation temporarily stabilized, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Then he drove to the project site.
More than half of the land in the eastern part of the city was in the hands of Yuan Zhan Capital. Once the demolition began, it meant that more than half of the eastern city would be demolished.
Therefore, all these projects were outsourced, and Ye Longlin had never inquired about them. With nothing else to do, he decided to take a look.
"They say demolition is related to the underworld. Let's see what interesting things happen during the demolition in this border region."
...
Outside a shop in the eastern part of the city, a crowd had gathered. Many of them were from the demolition team.
This was a common scene in the eastern part of the city nowadays.
"Old Zhao, the demolition compensation is quite substantial. It's already considered good that they're giving your small shop thirty thousand in demolition fees."
"That's right, and your son owes so much money. They say gambling is destructive, and it truly is. Old Zhao, just sign it. We can only get the demolition funds if you sign!"
"We've been neighbors for so many years, Old Zhao, are you going to let us get less demolition fees just because you want to get a little more? You're taking our money!"
Self-interest.
It existed at all levels, from the top to the bottom.
"You colluded with the demolition team, took my two million demolition fee, and only gave me thirty thousand, yet you expect me to be grateful? Neighbors? How dare you say that! To hell with you!"
"My son needs this money to save his life! You're taking my son's life by taking his lifeline! I'll fight you all today!"
The old man roared furiously, grabbed a cleaver from inside, and charged at the crowd.
When Ye Longlin arrived, he saw an old man kneeling on the ground, his eyes vacant.
In front of him lay a young man, dead, without any breath, his body frozen.
"Old sir, what happened?"
Yuan Gang frowned, got out of the car, and squatted in front of the old man to ask.
No one responded. He asked again, "Old sir?"
A gust of wind blew, and the old man kneeling on the ground slowly fell. A steel bar had been inserted into the back of his head.
Yuan Gang's eyes trembled. Who would attack such an old man?
He placed his hand on the young man's body, channeling his internal energy: "He should have been dead for over a month. After death, he was placed in a cold storage and remained unchanged. This..."
His internal energy spread out again, and finally, he found a woman inside the shop. She was slumped in the kitchen, which had been sealed off. In her hand was a lighter, and beside her, three gas tanks were open.
"Not good!"
Yuan Gang's expression changed. His internal energy became wild. With a boom, he shattered all the windows. Before he could act, a familiar surge of internal energy swept through like a storm.
"Click—"
The woman despairingly lit the lighter, waiting for death. However, the flame burned, and there was no change in the surroundings.
"Death is an escape; there is hope only in living."
At some point, Ye Longlin appeared beside Yuan Gang and spoke slowly.
The woman looked up and gave a wry smile, "They are all dead, what is the point of me living? You are here to see our misfortune, aren't you? Go ahead and look. We've been accustomed to being disgraced for half our lives anyway."
"Li Shufen, if you want revenge, come with me."
Ye Longlin turned and left. Yuan Gang looked bewildered, not understanding what was happening, but seeing his boss's demeanor, he knew he understood.
"Boss, what exactly is going on? People are dying during the demolition, and we are responsible."
After all, it was Yuan Zhan Capital's project, and he was the overall person in charge.
Ye Longlin slowly shook his head, "These are unfortunate people. I've had them investigated. Do you really want to hear it?"
Yuan Gang looked at Ye Longlin's angry yet helpless expression and finally nodded.
The woman was named Li Shufen, and the old man was named Wang Dezhu. They came from Puhua Village.
Puhua Village had disappeared, but in their time, it was extremely close to the border and very chaotic, extremely chaotic. It was not only a stronghold for various armed groups but also a transit point for assassin organizations and mercenary groups. The entire Puhua Village served them.
Being killed was commonplace.
However, as time went on, under the crackdown by Great Xia, Puhua Village gradually disappeared, and those armed groups vanished. Under the siege of the Great Xia army, many people were mistakenly killed, and not many survived.
Li Shufen and Wang Dezhu, perhaps because of a similar fate, found each other. Wang Dezhu, being bold, had managed to snatch a lot of gold bars during the conflict. After selling them, he and Li Shufen bought a shop here.
After getting married and having a son, both of them wanted their son to leave this place and stay away from it. They were very strict with him, which eventually led to Wang Qinghua's rebellion. Coupled with the instigation of others, he started gambling.
It grew bigger and bigger. Eventually, they knew about it but couldn't ignore their son. They sold the house they bought with their life savings, but it was still not enough. They could only rely on earning money from this shop to slowly repay the debt.
It wasn't that they hadn't considered selling the shop. They had already put it up for sale, but before it could be sold, they heard about the demolition.
Their shop was two hundred square meters. At an average price of ten thousand per square meter, it should have been two million, but they were only given thirty thousand. The remaining money was divided among their neighbors and the demolition team.
It was only then that they learned their son had died more than a month ago, and Wang Dezhu finally lost his temper.
This led to the tragedy.
After hearing their story, Yuan Gang fell silent, his fists clenched, "This is too much, it's simply too much!"
Ye Longlin lowered his eyes, "I personally set the compensation standards for the demolition plan. Although we need to make money, we cannot hardship the people. Everything was set according to normal compensation, and shops are compensated three times their value. They claimed two million, but they should have been compensated six million."