116: Chapter 115 I Just Want Money 116: Chapter 115 I Just Want Money “How could those security guards dare to meddle in homeowners’ affairs, let alone offend that skinny guy,” Old Zhou said, curling his lip.
“After all, although not extremely wealthy, everyone living here is worth over a million yuan each.”
“You old bastard,” the skinny guy still wasn’t letting it go, his curses getting filthier by the second.
Song Yun was growing impatient.
“If you keep saying ‘your mother this’ and ‘your mother that,’ can’t you come up with some new insults?
I’m sick of hearing the same old crap.”
Digging into his ear, Song Yun said, “A couple of curses should be enough, don’t disturb the peace first thing in the morning.”
“What the hell do you have to do with this…” The skinny guy had a smooth flow of insults, but could Song Yun let himself be taken advantage of?
Before the skinny guy could finish, Song Yun slapped him.
“Stop cursing someone’s mother, earn some verbal merit,” Song Yun said from a position of authority, looking down at the skinny guy.
“With that look of yours, you’re just like a kept man, trying to look tough in front of a woman and provoking someone you shouldn’t.”
“What’s your name?” the skinny guy asked angrily as he got up.
“You dare to reveal where you work?”
“Oh?
You think you can raid my place?
I’ve told you, my home is right there.
If you have the guts, come cause trouble,” Song Yun replied disdainfully.
“All you are is a man living off a woman, get it together.”
“But my car’s been scratched,” the skinny guy said.
“I’m in the right here.
If you want to stand up for that old bastard, slap the money down in front of me.”
“You talk like that and I start getting unhappy,” Song Yun said, looking at the skinny guy.
“You believe I won’t smash your car up even more?”
Just then, the woman from the Ferrari got out.
She glanced at Song Yun with scorn and said, “Where did this yokel come from?
You don’t even know what brand our car is.”
“It’s just a Ferrari,” he scoffed.
“If it were up to me to buy one, I’d be ashamed to.”
At this moment, Old Zhou came up to mediate, “Brother, we all live in the same area.
Why not let bygones be bygones?
You wouldn’t want to be seen as a miser.”
“No way, I must be compensated today,” the woman shouted, hands on hips.
“I don’t care if you live here or not, I want the money.
Put the money in my hand, and then we can let this go.”
Song Yun shook his head; he never had patience for those dead set on getting money.
Though her car had been hit, the scratch was barely a centimeter.
It would cost no more than a little over a thousand yuan to fix, but she turned around and demanded thirty thousand yuan—unreasonable.
“I’ll handle this.
First, tell me how much your car cost?” Song Yun said, lighting up a cigarette.
“Mr.
Song, it’s my fault, but I really can’t come up with thirty thousand yuan just like that,” Old Liu said with a mournful look.
“As you know, my wife’s been staying in the hospital and the medical bills run over three hundred yuan daily.
If they set a fair price, I’d compensate.”
“You’re still trying to reason after cursing your mother?” the skinny guy, unable to contain his rage, lashed out with a kick at Old Liu’s belly.
But his wish was not granted.
Song Yun’s foot met his calf, and the skinny guy grunted as he collapsed to the ground.
It wasn’t just the fall, but his relentless swearing, mother this, father that, which really annoyed Song Yun.
Song Yun strode over, grabbed the skinny guy by the collar, hoisted him up, and landed a punch on his face, causing the skinny guy to tumble through the air and smash into a tree, unable to get up again.
“This is your punishment.
When getting involved with others, don’t go around cursing their parents who have done you no harm,” Song Yun spat out.
“You’ve injured my husband.
This matter is far from over,” the woman accused, grabbing onto Song Yun’s clothes and making a scene.
Song Yun, who had a fine habit of not hitting women, couldn’t endure this shrew grabbing at his clothes forever, could he?
His clothing wasn’t cheap; it was a boutique item he’d bought for over three hundred yuan at Pades.
“Tell me, what do you suggest we do then?” Song Yun said coldly as he pushed the woman away.
“I might not hit women, but I don’t mind breaking the rule today.”
The woman was momentarily stunned, then sat on the ground and burst into tears, crying out, “Look, he’s hitting people, hitting a woman.
This man is inhuman, he even beats women!”
This ruckus made Song Yun quite helpless.
Old Zhou patted his shoulder and said, “Brother, that lady is fierce.
Should we get some people to teach her a lesson?”
Song Yun shook his head.
“Forget it.
I’ve been had taking up for others,” he said.
“So how much are you willing to pay today?” Song Yun asked bluntly.
“If it’s reasonable, I’ll compensate.
If it’s not, keep crying here for all I care.”
“A hundred thousand, you must pay a hundred thousand today,” the woman who had just been crying on the concrete said as she stood up, dusting off her behind—a staggering show that left Song Yun speechless.
“A hundred thousand won’t do, that’s too much,” Song Yun shook his head.
“Don’t think I’m some country bumpkin who hasn’t seen the world.
Let’s make this quick, how about five thousand?”
The woman, exasperated by Song Yun’s method of bargaining from one hundred thousand down to five thousand, shook her head and said, “Fifty thousand, that’s the lowest.
We have to get the car fixed and attend the doctor.
It’s a lot of trouble.”
“Mr.
Song, let me pay this money, after all, it wasn’t your issue,” said Old Liu, stepping forward guiltily.
“I am sorry for troubling you with my problems so early in the morning.”
“No worries.
People like them are scumbags in society anyway.
If I don’t deal with them, someone else will,” Song Yun spoke indifferently.
“You call us scumbags?
Today you must pay a hundred thousand,” the woman reacted unfavorably.
Although she was a scumbag, she didn’t want to hear it from someone else—that was too blunt.
“Damn it, I’m not paying a single cent today,” Song Yun waved his hand dismissively.
“Not paying?” the woman said as she pulled out her phone.
“Well then, just you wait.”
Song Yun shrugged at her idiotic actions and made no further comment.
The skinny guy, now regaining strength, staggered over to the woman and weakly said, “Call big brother, tell him we got beaten up.”
“Old Song, do you need me to call some people to back you up?” Old Zhou asked.
Old Zhou was in construction; he often needed some thugs to make a scene when demolishing or building houses.
Over time, he’d met quite a few people.
Seeing Song Yun smoking special cigarettes and surrounded by countless gentle wives every day, he was convinced that Song Yun’s family must be extraordinary.
Now that Song Yun was being harassed, if not now, when else to curry favor?
“You think if he calls people, I won’t?” said Song Yun as he dialed Wang Hu.
When Wang Hu heard he was being extorted, he immediately planned to come over with weapons.