Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

Li Guangwang had no choice but to be cautious; this was 300,000 yuan, and if he sent it to the wrong person, things would get really messy.

Xingyao Electronics doesn't have another 300,000 yuan in cash.

Instead of being annoyed, Chen Xiurong replied happily, "Chen Dong, my younger brother's name is Chen Dong, he's 21 years old! He's a Tsinghua University student and works in software development in Beiping!"

"They're being so careful, they must be bringing me money!" That was Chen Xiurong's thought.

"???"

Mr. Sun and Mr. Pang were completely baffled.

A student, a software developer, and a boss all rolled into one—what a jumbled mess!

"Yes, that's right."

"Here, give the money to Miss Chen."

Li Guangwang nodded and smiled as he instructed his employees to hand the briefcase to Chen Xiurong.

The 300,000 yuan was packed in two suitcases, each weighing about ten kilograms.

Chen Xiurong took it from her and immediately opened it to take a look.

That box was full of bright red banknotes.

The moment she saw the money, Chen Xiurong finally felt relieved.

All the fear, anxiety, and apprehension vanished, and tears of emotion slowly flowed from her beautiful eyes.

"This guy actually managed to get the money? He has such a rich younger brother, he should have lent him the money sooner, really."

At this moment, Mr. Sun, who had also seen the money, was no longer angry. His attitude improved a lot, and he muttered complaints under his breath.

"That's right. They have money but won't lend it, they just keep dragging it out. We're all going to suffer, why does it have to come to this?"

Mr. Pang, who was standing to the side, also chimed in unhappily.

Since the other party has money, it won't make a difference if we wait a little longer.

Chen Xiurong put the lid back on and looked at Li Guangwang excitedly, saying, "Then, you..."

“My name is Li Guangwang. I am the person in charge of Xingyao Electronics appointed by Boss Chen, and I am also a factory manager.”

Li Guangwang answered tactfully, casually tossing away the cigarette he was holding in his mouth.

"Director Li, thank you so much for bringing the money. Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

Chen Xiurong said with great gratitude.

"No, we'll just stand by and watch, and also give some people a warning not to mess around."

As Li Guangwang said this, he deliberately turned around and glanced at Boss Sun and Boss Pang.

Seeing this, Chen Xiurong nodded, then walked around Li Guangwang, carrying two boxes of money in her hands, and called out, "Bosses, I have money to settle your payment now. Come in and settle the accounts."

The two of them simultaneously pursed their lips, then instructed their employees to wait outside before walking over.

After that, things were simple.

Settle the payment for the fabric to Boss Sun, and settle the payment for the needles, thread and buttons to Boss Pang.

In addition, they called the employees and asked them to inform each other and come over to settle their owed wages.

Chen Xiurong had previously calculated that she owed less than 200,000 yuan, and 300,000 yuan would be enough to pay it off.

The news that Chen Xiurong had paid off her debts spread quickly.

Early the next morning, Lao Wu and others, whom Li Guangwang had sent to track and photograph evidence of Fang Qiang's infidelity, were sitting quietly in a slightly dilapidated van, parked under a tree diagonally opposite Xiu Rong Garment Factory.

The car window was half open, and wisps of smoke drifted out of the car. The embers of the cigarette flickered in the morning light. They were waiting outside Xiu Rong Garment Factory for Fang Qiang to appear.

Old Wu and the others didn't know where Fang Qiang lived, but that didn't matter. They knew that Fang Qiang was Chen Xiurong's boyfriend, and that he would definitely be at the factory after such a big incident.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Lao Wu was wearing a faded work uniform with some oil stains on the cuffs.

At this moment, Old Wu was carefully rubbing the lens of his old Seagull camera with his sleeve. The metal shutter button had long since gleamed from his daily caresses.

"Brother Wu, is this guy surnamed Fang really coming?"

Sitting in the back row, Xiao Liu idly popped a preserved plum into his mouth, his cheeks instantly puffing out like a greedy squirrel.

He chewed on a preserved plum and mumbled, "Sister Chen settled all the debts yesterday. She's probably hiding somewhere, secretly enjoying herself."

Xiao Liu is still quite young, with a somewhat childish face, but his eyes reveal a cleverness.

Old Wu frowned slightly, exhaled a thick smoke ring, which slowly rose and gradually dissipated in the morning light.

His eyes were fixed on the rusty iron gate of the factory area, and he said with certainty, "The more guilty a person is, the more they will pretend. Just wait, if he doesn't show up, the three of us will stake out this van."

Old Wu has been in this line of work for many years and is very experienced. He has his own judgment on these kinds of things.

Time slipped away quietly as we waited. Just after eight o'clock, a crisp bicycle bell broke the morning's tranquility.

Chen Xiurong hurried over on a brand-new bicycle, with two aluminum lunch boxes steadily placed in the basket.

The polyester shirt he was wearing was faded from washing, but it was very clean.

Seeing this, Old Wu quickly reached out and nudged Xiao Zhang, who was dozing off beside him, and whispered, "Wake up, the big fish is about to take the bait."

Xiao Zhang jolted awake, rubbed his sleepy eyes, picked up the camera lying to the side, and prepared to snap a photo at any moment.

Half an hour later, a screeching sound of brakes shattered the surrounding tranquility. A black Santana, like a giant beast, rolled over the gravel road, startling the sparrows that were foraging for food under the eaves.

Fang Qiang stepped out of the car in a well-tailored black suit. His Goldlion tie reflected the sunlight so brightly that it was hard to open one's eyes.

He elegantly smoothed his slicked-back hair, his leather shoes clicking crisply on the cement floor, and confidently strode straight toward the factory area.

"Brother Wu, should we go in together?"

Xiao Zhang gripped his camera tightly, staring intently at Fang Qiang's retreating figure, awaiting Lao Wu's instructions.

Old Wu shook his head slightly, his eyes sharp, and said calmly, "Just wait for the rabbit to run into the tree stump. This bastard will definitely slink out with his tail between his legs in a bit."

Old Wu knew this situation well and was certain that Fang Qiang wouldn't stay at the factory for long.

Sure enough, in less than twenty minutes.

Fang Qiang rushed out, his face flushed, his once neat tie now askew.

"Shameless thing!"

Fang Qiang cursed at the factory, "Without me, Fang Qiang, this lousy factory of yours would have been shut down long ago!"

Then, Fang Qiang angrily got into his Santana and drove away.

Seeing this, Lao Wu immediately started the van.

The engine emitted a deep roar, startling the old man selling tofu pudding by the roadside, who looked up with a curious gaze.

The Santana swerved like a wild horse, making three turns before finally stopping in front of a slightly old red-brick apartment building in the west of the city.

Fang Qiang couldn't wait and ran up to the second floor in three steps at a time. Old Wu quickly took out his binoculars and kept a close eye on Fang Qiang's every move.