Qiao Wei didn't pay much attention to his talk of seeking justice. He screenshotted the transaction details and sent them to him.
Half an hour later.
Ye Zi Zheng: [Found it. The IP address of the transaction belongs to a shop in the black market. All surface information is hidden.]
Black market?
Qiao Wei had never been to the black market but had heard of it. It was next to Xing Que, rumored to be chaotic, a place without law.
Why would Qiao Qiao choose to conduct transactions in such an underground place like the black market instead of her good hospital?
Then, Ye Zi Zheng sent a detailed address.
Ye Zi Zheng: [Done. Also, here is the detailed address of "the little shop." You can decide whether to call the police yourself.]
Qiao Wei snapped back to attention, surprised by his speed. He immediately sent him a 200 yuan red packet.
Qiao Wei: [Thank you, a small token of my appreciation. Go buy some snacks.]
Ye Zi Zheng: [You're welcome. Since we know each other, I'll give you a discount. Ten thousand yuan.]
Ye Zi Zheng: [Just transfer it directly.]
Qiao Wei: ????
He hesitated for a long time before sending a message: [May I weakly ask, are you charging for helping people investigate things now?]
Ye Zi Zheng: [Of course, I charge! I am the last disciple of Crow. How can I not charge to live up to Crow's personal teachings!]
Ye Zi Zheng: [Crow takes jobs worth seven figures and above, with no upper limit. Is it unreasonable for me to charge you five figures?]
Ye Zi Zheng: [You're not thinking of not paying, are you?]
Qiao Wei: I underestimated him!
He was worried that if he didn't pay, Ye Zi Zheng would tell Yu He about this matter. So, gritting his teeth, he reluctantly transferred ten thousand yuan to him.
After the transfer, his heart bled. He decided that from now on, he would ask for prices beforehand before asking anyone for favors.
He was contemplating how to withdraw the previous red packet. Two hundred yuan could buy a lot of things!
He had already paid ten thousand yuan for the service, so this two hundred yuan should be refundable, right?
Just then, the system reminded him, "Ye Zi Zheng has accepted your red packet."
Qiao Wei: "......"
"Ding—" At this moment, his phone received a bank notification. Qiao Wei thought it was a reminder for the transfer he just made and casually glanced at it, only to be instantly stunned.
[Your account 1234 canceled the transaction, returning an amount of 80,000.00 yuan. Balance: 101233.12 yuan.]
Qiao Wei: Huh???
He looked at it several times carefully, then opened his mobile banking to confirm the balance, and even checked the ATM. The balance was indeed over one hundred thousand!
Why was this 80,000 yuan returned?
Just then, Ye Zi Zheng sent another message:
[Spending ten thousand yuan to help you get back eighty thousand yuan, you're not at a loss. If you have any more tasks next time, feel free to find me. I'll give you a discount again.]
Qiao Wei: !
Qiao Wei: [You helped me get the money back?!]
Ye Zi Zheng: [Yeah, didn't I say I'd help you seek justice?]
Qiao Wei: !!!
So this is how one could seek justice!!!
Meanwhile, in "the little shop" in the black market.
The owner, Fatty Auntie, was slumped in her swivel chair, her elephantine legs propped on the desk, smoking and playing with her phone.
Suddenly, her phone received two messages, both bank balance change notifications.
Her eyes widened. She turned and kicked the scrawny man beside her, "Gou Dan, why is there eighty thousand yuan missing from my account?"
The scrawny man was kicked to the ground and quickly scrambled up, looking bewildered, "Fatty Auntie, I don't know. Aren't you always managing the accounts? How much is missing?"
"Eighty thousand!"
"The woman who came to have her fetus removed last night, wasn't that eighty thousand yuan? Could she have done something?" the scrawny man said.
Fatty Auntie checked and indeed, the eighty thousand yuan transaction from midnight had been canceled!
"Damn it! That slut, she dared to play tricks!" She spat. "Does she really think people in our black market can be bullied so easily? Gou Dan, go drag her back! Let's see if I don't chop her up!"
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The slum on the edge of the black market.
In a dilapidated thatched hut, flies were buzzing everywhere.
Qiao Qiao was curled up in a damp pile of straw, her face pale. Although the temperature was still high, she felt a chill all over her body.
She had just had all the fetuses removed from her womb in the early hours of the morning. She was extremely weak now. The bloodstains on her pants had dried and then become wet again, emitting a foul bloody odor.
She clutched a transparent glass bottle in her arms, containing an unclear white liquid, in which nine underdeveloped fetuses were floating.
She struggled to reach into her pocket and took out a few slivers of ginseng. She chewed them in her dry mouth, then painstakingly got up, hugging the glass bottle tightly.
She wanted to rush them to another shop for recycling while the fetuses were still fresh, to make them into Zi He Che (placenta), so she could earn some money.
As she painstakingly walked out of the hut, a scrawny man with two tattooed strongmen behind him walked towards her.
"Bitch, you dared to trick us!" The scrawny man stepped forward and slapped Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao, frail and weak, fell to the ground. The glass bottle in her arms shattered with a "smash," and everything inside spilled onto the muddy ground!
Qiao Qiao's mind went "buzz." Rage surged through her. "What do you want! Pay me for my children!"
She remembered this scrawny man. He was from the little shop that had performed the abortion for her.
"What do we want? Do you think your little tricks can fool us? And you want me to pay for your children?" the scrawny man sneered. "Drag her back and hand her over to Fatty Auntie for disposal!"
The two strongmen dragged her back to the shop and threw her in front of Fatty Auntie.
"Not old, but quite bold. Daring to trick me!" Fatty Auntie stepped on Qiao Qiao's stomach.
Qiao Qiao's eyes went black from the pain. "How did I trick you?"
Fatty Auntie shoved her phone in front of her. "Look carefully, did you cancel last night's transaction?! And reported my account!"
Qiao Qiao recovered for a moment and took the phone. Seeing the information about the canceled transaction and the sensitive reminder about her account being reported, her already pale face turned even paler.
How could this be?
Qiao Wei canceled the transaction and reported the other party's account?
How could he be so heartless?
Thinking of the consequences of not being able to pay, Qiao Qiao was terrified. She immediately took out her bank card from her pocket and handed it to her. "Impossible, I didn't! I don't even have a phone, how could I operate it? Swipe the card again, you won't believe me!"
Fatty Auntie suspiciously swiped the card again. The first time, the transaction failed.
The second time, the transaction failed.
The third time, it still failed.
"Damn it, you're playing with me!" Fatty Auntie threw the bank card at Qiao Qiao's face. "No money, huh? Then use something else on you as collateral!"
Qiao Qiao naturally knew that the "something else" she was referring to were her organs. Her scalp tingled.
"I'm sorry, it was my brother. My brother restricted my card. Give me a week, and I'll definitely pay you back." She pleaded tearfully.
"A week is enough for you to run far away, isn't it?" the scrawny man said.
"Three days! Three days, and I'll definitely pay you back! I can write an IOU," Qiao Qiao immediately changed her tune.
Fatty Auntie didn't seem afraid she would run away. "Fine! Three days. If you can't pay within three days, you'll pay with your life!"