"Hahaha, Mr. Ye is a cheerful person. Since Mr. Ye has said that, we will definitely help Mr. Ye to do this beautifully and perfectly. Don't worry, Mr. Ye, we will take back the villa in the Jindu Bihai. And, we will ensure that Liang Wanjun doesn't even have a penny, so we will ask her to wander on the streets and be a beggar!" The middle-aged man stood up and patted his chest and promised.

"Very good." Ye Yiyi nodded slightly: "Then I won't send it, wait for your good news."

...

Soon, the middle-aged man stood up and said goodbye and left the Ye family.

Immediately, the middle-aged man took out his cell phone and dialed several phone calls.

Not long after, dozens of people rushed over, with wooden sticks hidden on their bodies, heading towards the direction of the Jindu Blue Sea.

About half an hour later, the door of a villa in Bihai, Jindu was knocked open.

The woman opened the door, looking in her forties and fifties, dressed very simply and had a vicissitudes of life.

Liang Wanjun's appearance is much older than before. Since Ye Mufan and Ye Shaoan were captured, they have been crying at home for a long time and there is no way to speak of it.

If it weren't for her daughter Ye Wanwan, she would give her a reassurance every once in a while, I'm afraid Liang Wanjun would no longer be able to support her.

"you……"

Seeing the middle-aged man and others, Liang Wanjun's expression changed slightly.

"Haha, Mrs. Liang Wanjun, look at us coming here from afar. Our feet and calves are sore. Wouldn't we invite us in and sit and let us brothers drink tea or something?" The middle-aged man stared at Liang Wanjun and laughed.

Hearing this, Liang Wanjun frowned slightly and shook her head: "I am the only one at home, it's inconvenient..."

After Liang Wanjun finished speaking, he acted as if he wanted to close the door.

However, the middle-aged man reached out to grab the door and did not give Liang Wanjun the chance to close the door.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing this, Liang Wanjun shouted.

"Mrs. Liang Wanjun, look at what you said, what we want to do... Your husband Ye Shaoan has not paid off the money owed us until now. This is always true. It is natural to pay back the debt. You are obviously a scoundrel, but why are you just like we are in a loss? There is no such reason in the world." The middle-aged man stared at Liang Wanjun and sneered.

"Nonsense... I owe you money. Shaoting told me before that he has paid it back!" Liang Wanjun said.

"Hey... I said this, fortunately we have a transfer record, so let's show it to you." After saying that, the middle-aged man asked someone to take the transfer record and handed it to Liang Wanjun.

Liang Wanjun glanced at him half-believingly and half-doubtedly. The last payment was indeed missing in the transfer record, about 10,000 yuan.

"Okay, I'll give it to you!"

Liang Wanjun turned around and entered the house. The middle-aged man and others also followed Liang Wanjun and walked into the villa.

"Tsk, this villa is really good."

The middle-aged man looked around in the villa with satisfaction on his face. Soon, the villa belonged to them.

Liang Wanjun, who didn't know the middle-aged man's thoughts, quickly walked over with a handkerchief.

In front of everyone, Liang Wanjun carefully opened the handkerchief.

In the handkerchief, there are almost all the relatively worn 100-yuan bills, and there are some small-denomination coins, which are obvious at first glance, which are the money Liang Wanjun has saved up with great effort.
Chapter completed!