Reborn in 72, I hunt to support my family and spoil my younger sister rotten.

Li Xiangyang's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The debt collectors, who had initially been furious, began to look at each other in bewilderment. They suddenly realized that they might have really been scammed.

“You’re right,” the middle-aged man frowned, “we spent three thousand yuan on these IOUs. If they’re fake, wouldn’t we have lost a lot of money?”

"Three thousand yuan?" Li Xiangyang was secretly shocked. Zhang Jianguo's trick was really vicious. He could swindle so much money with a few fake IOUs and also make things difficult for him.

"Let's go, let's go find Tianhua Trading together!" Li Xiangyang waved his hand. "Since we're all victims, let's demand an explanation together!"

A large group of people walked towards Tianhua Trading's office.

Tianhua Trading rented an entire floor of office space in the most bustling area of ​​the county town, making it appear quite large. But Li Xiangyang knew that these kinds of shell companies loved to put on such superficial displays.

"Is Zhang Jianguo here?" Li Xiangyang pushed open the door and entered, his tone so calm that no emotion could be detected.

The receptionist was startled by the scene: "Manager Zhang... Manager Zhang is in a meeting..."

"What meeting?" the middle-aged man rushed forward impatiently. "We want our money back!"

Just then, Zhang Jianguo's voice came from inside the office: "Why is it so noisy?"

Zhang Jianguo pushed open the door and came out. When he saw Li Xiangyang standing in the hall with a group of people, his face instantly turned ugly.

"Mr. Li, what does this mean?" Zhang Jianguo asked, trying to appear calm.

"Manager Zhang, we're here to ask," Li Xiangyang said, holding up an IOU, "how did you get your hands on this?"

Zhang Jianguo glanced at the IOU, his eyes flickering slightly. "This is a legitimate debt transfer; our company acquired it through legal channels."

"Legal channels?" Li Xiangyang sneered. "Then could Manager Zhang tell us when and why this debt was incurred?"

Zhang Jianguo stammered for a long time before finally saying, "This... I need to check the records."

“No need to check,” Li Xiangyang said, taking out a magnifying glass and examining the IOU carefully in front of everyone. “The seal has obvious machine-made marks on the edges, and the paper fibers are wrong.”

As he spoke, he pulled a genuine company document from his pocket: "Everyone can compare and see what the authentic seal looks like."

The crowd immediately gathered around to carefully compare the stamps on the two pieces of paper.

"It's really different!"

"There are definitely burrs on this edge!"

"We've been scammed!"

The scene exploded instantly.

Zhang Jianguo's face turned from white to green, then from green to purple. He hadn't expected Li Xiangyang to retaliate in this way.

"Manager Zhang," Li Xiangyang's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the noisy scene, "can you explain now what's going on with these fake IOUs?"

"I...I..." Zhang Jianguo's forehead began to sweat.

"Furthermore," Li Xiangyang continued, pressing further, "I'm curious, when did you start using this method to destroy your competitors?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "I remember now! The pickle factory in Wangjia Village went bankrupt last month, for the same reason!"

“Yes, yes, I’ve heard about that!” another person chimed in. “Back then, a group of people went to collect debts with IOUs!”

Zhang Jianguo's face grew even uglier. He knew he was doomed today.

“Mr. Li,” Zhang Jianguo forced a smile, “there must be some misunderstanding here…”

"A misunderstanding?" Li Xiangyang interrupted him. "Manager Zhang, forging a company seal is no small matter."

At this point, Li Xiangyang turned to the onlookers: "Gentlemen, the facts are now clear: these IOUs are all fake. You should seek your money back from Tianhua Trading."

The middle-aged man immediately rushed up to Zhang Jianguo: "Give me my money back! Give me my money back right now!"

"Yes, we want a refund!"

"Give us back our hard-earned money!"

Zhang Jianguo was surrounded, caught in a dilemma. He glanced at Li Xiangyang, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.

“Li Xiangyang, do you think this will solve the problem?” Zhang Jianguo lowered his voice, but the threat in his tone was obvious. “Let me tell you, this is just the beginning!”

Li Xiangyang walked calmly up to Zhang Jianguo, his voice equally low, but every word was like a knife: "Zhang Jianguo, let me tell you something too—those who try to get rid of me will never have a good ending."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, and sparks seemed to fly in the air.

In the end, Zhang Jianguo was the first to back down. Under pressure from the crowd, he had no choice but to agree to return the money spent on the fake IOUs.

"Three thousand yuan, not a penny less!" The middle-aged man stared intently at Zhang Jianguo.

Seeing Zhang Jianguo reluctantly pull out the money, Li Xiangyang felt secretly pleased. This move, using Zhang's own methods against him, not only solved the immediate problem but also left the other party with a bitter pill to swallow.

After the crowd dispersed, Zhang Jianguo glared fiercely at Li Xiangyang: "You wait, this isn't over!"

“I’ll be waiting,” Li Xiangyang replied calmly. “But Manager Zhang, next time you’re thinking of playing any tricks, you’d better think carefully about the consequences.”

As Li Xiangyang walked out of Tianhua Trading's building, his expression remained calm, but he was calculating Zhang Jianguo's possible next move.

He'd seen far too many people like this—polished in suits on the surface, but capable of any underhanded tactic. Today's events were just the beginning; the real showdown was yet to come.

"Xiangyang, you were so cool just now!" Wang Ergou caught up and said excitedly, "Look at Zhang Jianguo's face, it looks like he swallowed a fly!"

Li Xiangyang waved his hand: "Don't be too happy yet, this kind of person won't let it go so easily."

Sure enough, less than an hour after returning to the factory, Zhang Xiaowei rushed over to report: "General Manager Li, something's happened! Someone is handing out flyers at the factory gate, saying there's something wrong with our products and that the factory is about to go bankrupt!"

Li Xiangyang frowned and strode to the factory gate. There, he saw several unfamiliar faces distributing beautifully printed leaflets to passersby, which boldly proclaimed, "The quality of products from Sanheshan Treasures Co., Ltd. is questionable; consumers should exercise caution when purchasing."

"Who are you people?" Li Xiangyang walked over and asked.

One of the middle-aged men, wearing glasses, looked up and said, "We are consumer rights protection volunteers, and we have an obligation to expose unscrupulous companies to the public."

"Volunteers?" Li Xiangyang sneered. "Volunteers who do things for money?"

The bespectacled man's expression turned somewhat unnatural: "What do you mean by that?"

Li Xiangyang didn't answer directly, but instead picked up a flyer and examined it carefully. The flyer was beautifully made and its content seemed plausible, but upon closer inspection, it was full of flaws.