Yin Fusheng

Chapter 327 - 327 316 Everyone Is Smart


327: Chapter 316 Everyone Is Smart 327: Chapter 316 Everyone Is Smart After the women finished their discussion, it was already midnight, and Song Yun yawned as he returned to his room, took a bath, and lay down in bed to sleep.


When he woke up, it was already bright outside, and Song Yun noticed it was already past eight o’clock by looking at his watch.


After getting up and freshening up, Song Yun opened the curtains and found the weather to be quite nice today, the bright sunshine streaming in and illuminating the room.


However, each time Song Yun was in a good mood, some pests would come to bother him.


The Li Family had come to visit, proving that Song Yun would be busy all day and couldn’t even go out to play, so he simply lazed on the sofa.


Looking at the well-postured members of the Li Family, he smiled and said, “You all came here so early, what important matter brings you?”


“We just came to find Li Yueyue and ask how her discussion went last night,” a man said with a smile.


“Perhaps it’s a bit inconvenient for Li Yueyue to stay at Mr.


Song’s place, so our task today is to help her move out.”


“There’s no need to make such a fuss.


Li Yueyue is quite happy living here, it’s not worth the trouble,” Song Yun said as he took a piece of bread from Qingluan, bit into it, and smiled.


“I don’t know if you’ve had breakfast?


If not, would you care to join me?”


“No need, we’ve already eaten before coming,” said the man politely refusing.


“Li Yueyue moving back home is also what the old master wishes, so please try to understand, Mr.


Song.”


“As I said, Li Yueyue is very happy here.


I’m not the kind of person to just throw someone out, so you should go ask her about this.


Of course, all of this should be done without forcing her, because if I hear that you’ve been threatening her, I will be very unhappy,” Song Yun took another bite, delicious, it was a soup-stuffed bun.


“We will need Mr.


Song’s cooperation in this matter,” the man maintained a smile on his face, which disgusted Song Yun and even made him lose his appetite.


After setting down the half-eaten bread, Song Yun asked Qingluan to make a pot of tea, then sat opposite the man and said, “What if I don’t cooperate?


You can’t do much about it, can you?”


“Heh,” before the man could respond, a young man next to him spoke up aggressively, “What are you worth?


You only climbed to your current position by relying on our family.


Try not to release her and see what happens.”


Damn, look at my temper, Song Yun slammed his palm on the table and stared coldly at him, “Say that again?


Who did you say I relied on to reach my current position?”


“It was our Li Family.” The young man said this with pride; incomprehensible where such arrogance came from, perhaps it was about family honor?


Screw that, Song Yun was infuriated, none of their words were working.


Carefully biting the dry skin on his lower lip, drawing a slightly bloody taste in his mouth, Song Yun then looked at the smiling man, who didn’t seem to have any intention of intervening.


Seeing this, Song Yun realized these fools had no idea of his status and struggle; otherwise, they wouldn’t dare say such disgraceful things.


Damn it, I built myself up from nothing, and in your eyes, I’m just a kept man.


If this gets out, would I have any dignity left?


Taking two tea cups, Song Yun poured one for the man and another for himself.


The man lifted the small cup, watched the tea leaves dance up and down in the water, and took a gentle sip, exclaiming, “Good tea.”


“Good tea is for good people,” Song Yun said sarcastically.


“I don’t know your name, young sir; forgive me, Song Yun is shortsighted, I do not know who you are.”


“Listen well, I am Li Gao.


Don’t blame me for not warning you, arbitrarily detaining our Li Family members will not end well for you,” Li Gao said arrogantly, like a haughty fool.


Song Yun worried if his own arrogance made him look just like Li Gao; that would be utterly embarrassing.


“First, I am not detaining anyone from the Li Family; second, I built myself up from nothing; third, you owe me an apology,” Song Yun sternly said, holding his tea cup.


“You’re not worthy,” Li Gao stated coldly.


This fellow’s confidence all came from the Li Family; imagine if one day the Li Family fell into misfortune, this kind of person would certainly be the most miserable.


Song Yun sighed and said, “Aren’t you going to control your junior, allowing him to scream and shout in my house?”


“This is a matter for you young people; it wouldn’t be fair for me to interfere,” the man said with a naive smile, implying that if he got involved, Song Yun would be facing two against one.


Of course, that wouldn’t be fair for me, but I said to discipline your junior, not for you old bastard to gang up on me, damn it, looking at those two, they’re clearly father and son, cut from the very same mold.


“Since it’s between the young people, it can be easily settled.” Song Yun forcefully smashed the tea cup onto Li Gao’s face.


“I don’t know who gave you the confidence to come here early in the morning and ruin my otherwise fine mood, nor do I know who gave you the courage to shout and yell in my house.”


“I have only one thing to say, if you speak politely, I’ll continue the discussion, but if you act tough, I’ll start hitting.


I may not have the eloquence you do, but I have fists, and you’re welcome to try them.”


Seeing Song Yun’s declaration, which was akin to that of a gangster, both men froze, and it took a moment for Li Gao to remember he had tea on his face, he wiped it off and jumped up from the sofa, pointing and cursing at Song Yun, “You little thug!”


Before he could finish, a large foot appeared in front of his face, and before he could react, his head spun and he fell to the ground.


The man watched the size-forty-two footprint on Li Gao’s face, took a deep breath, and just as he was about to explode with anger, saw Song Yun continuously rotating his ankle, the man realized he had to hold back.


“Mr.


Song, what do you mean by this?


Are you implying the Li Family has no one to stand for it?” the man asked coldly, clenching his fists.


“No more pretense?


Not playing the fortune-cat anymore?


Seeing your smug face makes me sick,” Song Yun calmly sat down, picked up another cup, and filled it before drinking it all in one go.


“I hope Mr.


Song can give me a satisfying explanation,” the man helped Li Gao to the sofa and asked.


“An explanation?


What kind of explanation do you want?


Do you think after I explain, you can relay it accurately to the old master without distorting it?” Song Yun scoffed.


“We all know the score, let’s not engage in meaningless acts.”