Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

These words startled Wu Xie, who was bewildered for a moment before coming to his senses.

What's wrong with this old guy? He got a fright.

Wu Xie gestured the number 'three' to his friends who had been drawn over by the sound leaked from the phone call.

"Keep your voice down. Why are you in such a hurry? With your current size, aren't you afraid of having a high blood pressure and fainting?"

Whether it was Wu Sansheng or Xie Lianhuan, after their pig-feeding-style recuperation, their physiques had long since evolved from skinny old men into chubby little guys.

Even after Wu Erbai took over, his body shape remained unchanged.

The two unfortunate souls practically never left their desks except to eat and sleep.

It wasn't about copying something that could be memorized 120 times; it was about dealing with the pile of documents from the Wu and Jie families that could bury them alive.

Working at a desk is also a major cause of obesity.

"You, you, you..." The person on the other end was so angry at Wu Xie that they choked and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Look, look, I told you not to rush, not to rush. You're so old, why are you still so hot-tempered?"

I'll call my second uncle in a bit and ask him to find someone from Guangzhou to brew some herbal tea for you to drink.

Don't let him really make you have a stroke. If you end up looking so pitiful with your mouth crooked and eyes squinting, he won't even feel good about making them angry anymore.

The other person's breathing became noticeably heavier, followed by several very long inhalations and exhalations, as if they were forcibly trying to calm themselves down.

"Don't give me that nonsense, kid. Tell me honestly, what were you guys doing at the Crescent Hotel? What's the deal with this 438 million debt?"

Jie Lianhuan's face turned green when he saw the bill in his hand.

Heaven knows that just moments ago he was watching the entire Crescent Hotel staff weeping behind bars, wondering which jealous person had gotten them into this mess.

He received the bill from the Crescent Hotel shortly afterward, and the long string of numbers with both odd and even numbers almost made him choke.

Wasn't it said that everyone at the Crescent Moon Hotel, from the owner to the staff, including Zhang Rishan who was just living a carefree life there, couldn't escape it?

Who sent this bill? A ghost?

"Huh? What the heck? Duo Shao???" Wu Xie was also dumbfounded.

Putting aside whether the number matches his expectations, shouldn't the people in the Crescent Hotel still be under Lao Qin's control?

Where did the bills for the Xie family come from?

That's right, the bill was sent to the Xie family. After all, the troublemakers were from the Xie family's private room. Regardless of whether the Xie family was involved or not, it's always the right thing to do to find the Xie family.

However, although Xie Yuchen still holds the title of family head, he has long since dumped the mess that was once the Xie family's affairs on Xie Lianhuan.

He directed Liang Shiye to make the businesses registered under Su Li's name thrive, and after leaving the Xie family's affairs to Xie Lianhuan, his attitude was simply—"Let them die."

As for this bill of several hundred million?

He's been a slave to the Xie family for over a decade, so what's wrong with spending hundreds of millions?

He wouldn't even flinch if he doubled the price.

Wu Xie was still pondering what other survivors might have slipped through the net at the Crescent Moon Hotel when Hei Xiazi patted him on the shoulder from behind.

I turned my head blankly and was almost blinded by those huge white teeth that stretched almost to the back of my ears.

Hei Xiazi proudly adjusted his glasses at Wu Xie and made a gesture as if he were counting money.

Wu Xie, who instantly understood what he meant, widened his eyes, pointed at Hei Xiazi, then at the phone, and when he received another nod from him, he gave him a thumbs up in complete admiration.

First, he made a series of offensive remarks, which forced them to start smashing and looting. Then, he cried wolf and sent all the parties involved to jail. Finally, he even impersonated a victim and sent bills to the Xie family.

That combo was...

And how could Lao Qin actually agree to such an outrageous request?

Hei Xiazi: Do you have some misunderstanding about Lao Qin's bottom line?

"Don't you dare play innocent with me. I raised you, and I can tell what kind of shit you're going to take just by the way you stick your ass out."

Tell me, what exactly did you do at the New Moon Hotel? What's the deal with this debt of over 400 million yuan?

Hearing Wu Xie's bewildered tone, Jie Lianhuan thought he was just pretending to be stupid, and he was about to explode.

"Hey? Uncle Jie, what are you saying? How can you, a member of the Jie family, talk about poop and pee all the time? You can't do that. It's such a disgrace to our Xiaohua if word gets out!"

Jie Lianhuan: I'm talking to you about the debt, and you're focusing on me swearing?!

"Besides, are you sure this debt is mine? If you're going to come to me, then come to me. If you can find a bill that's going to the Xie family, why don't you suspect that Xiaohua herself incurred the debt?"

"I……"

"Why don't you ask Xiaohua first? What, are you too ashamed to face him? You know you've done something wrong and can't act like an elder in front of Xiaohua, right?"

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'? You're allowed to come up here and accuse me without even asking what happened, but I'm not allowed to expose your past? Come on, let's hurt each other!"

Snapped……

The other end hung up immediately; it's unclear whether they hung up because they couldn't win the argument or because they were so angry they smashed their phone.

Wu Xie nonchalantly put away his phone.

"You're really something, blind man. You came right up and asked the Xie family for over four hundred million! Four hundred and thirty-eight million, how come there are odd amounts?"

As he was talking to himself, a sudden thought struck him, and he abruptly turned around to look at Black Bear.

Black Bear smiled back at him, with an expression that said, "That's exactly what you think."

Oh my god...

"Ever since the old man was put in solitary confinement, his temper has been getting worse and worse. I only said a few words to him and he got so angry that he smashed his phone. Xiao Hua, do you think he'll be driven to death by us when he finally realizes what this number means?"

As Jie Lianhuan looked at the bill, he grew angrier and angrier, especially at the first three numbers...

Wait…438?

My mother, Gan Ning...

Xie Yuchen, who was playing on his phone, didn't even look up. "You'll have to do his work from now on, you're so angry."

? ? ? ? ? ?

Wu Xie looked at Xie Yuchen with a hurt expression, but didn't receive a single glance from his dear childhood friend.

Little Flower isn't serious, is she?!

Li, a Tetris enthusiast, grabbed Xie Yuchen in a big hug, making a plea for mercy.

Su Li, whose view was blocked by Wu Xie and who had to resort to blind typing: ? ? ? ? ? ?

"Xiaohua, you can't do this!!!"

"I can."

"Little Flower~~~"

"Don't imitate the black bear's deadly movements."

"Hey? Flower Master, please speak properly. What did I, a blind man, do to deserve this???"

"Don't you have any self-awareness? If there were a dye vat here, you, Blackie, would jump in and throw these two in too."

Xie Yuchen reached out and pointed at Wu Xie and Su Li.

"Three of them need to jump out."