"What's the matter?"

Ye Xiaotong looked at him and asked softly, his eyes full of trust.

Even she didn't know why she trusted this half-sized man of the same age so much, and even a little superstitious.

"Is it true or false that your father owes a debt?"

Yan Feiyang looked directly at her delicate face and asked very seriously.

"Fake."

Ye Xiaotong replied without hesitation.

"I asked my mom and she said she had never heard anything like this from my father. It is not uncommon for business to have some economic transactions with each other, and my mother said that my father used to have a turnover of funds, but he never had so much money. Jiang Hongsheng and their family, how could they get three million? ”

This last sentence is extremely convincing.

How rich should someone who can lend three million be?

At least there should be tens of millions of family assets.

You can't go bankrupt and lend money to others, right?

Ten million!

In the history of Wei Zhou, there has never been such a big boss.

Of course, maybe Xiao Xiong and a very small number of other bosses have such family property, but they are all in a state of secrecy and will never be known to the outside world. However, the one who can have 10 million family properties will never be Jiang Hongsheng's kind of person.

"Then those IOUs he took out, and what other legal documents did he take, what happened?"

Li Wugui interjected and asked.

"It's all fake, they're fake."

Li Wugui reminded: "It seems to have your father's autograph and handprints on it." ”

Ye Xiaotong shook his head and said, "I don't know this very well, but my father definitely hasn't borrowed so much money from them, and it's impossible to ...... me Betroth me to that bastard...... How could my dad do that? ”

"You don't know, some people have a lot of power in Weizhou, and they can do any document they want, and there are people who identify them."

Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui glanced at each other, knowing who Ye Xiaotong was referring to by "some people".

Anyway, Xiao Xiao is Yan Feiyang Li Wugui's classmate, which is a very close relationship. What's more, Ye Xiaotong also witnessed the "intimacy" between Yan Feiyang and Xiao Xiao.

During this time, Xiao Xiao has almost become Yan Feiyang's shadow, wherever Yan Feiyang goes, she follows her, and she doesn't care about the opinions of teachers and classmates at all.

However, Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui both believe that Xiao Xiong can definitely do such a thing.

Without such means, why did Xiao Sanye rise in Wei Zhou?

Those who have achieved great things in ancient times are not informal.

"So what are you going to do?"

Li Wugui asked.

"I don't know...... My mom is not in good health. We originally planned to leave Weizhou and go to live in the province, where my aunt worked. But there is no money at home, and the money is all in the company and cannot be withdrawn. ”

The so-called province actually refers to the provincial capital, which is the habit of Wei Zhou people to speak.

Li Wugui asked strangely: "Why can't I get the money out of the company?" ”

"The account was frozen, saying that there was an economic dispute and the money could not be touched...... Actually, this is all done by some people. He is very powerful, everyone is afraid of him, and many employees in my father's company are afraid of him. ”

Ye Xiaotong said, looking quite helpless.

Yan Feiyang pondered for a while, nodded, and said, "Well, let's do this first, I'll send you home." ”

"Hmmm......"

Ye Xiaotong bowed his head slightly, and a strange brilliance flashed on Wenxiu's little face.

"Where's your bike?"

Yan Feiyang looked around, but he didn't see Ye Xiaotong's bicycle.

"I don't ride a bike these days, I take the bus."

In her current situation, it seems safer to take the bus than to ride her own bike. Those gangsters are nonsense on the bus, and they have some scruples.

"Then come up."

Yan Feiyang turned the body.

Ye Xiaotong sat down gently, although Yan Feiyang's bicycle was a very old men's 28-load bicycle, and the back seat was as high as 80 centimeters, but Ye Xiaotong was tall and slender, so it was easy to sit on it, and after a little hesitation, he stretched out his hand and gently wrapped his arm around Yan Feiyang's waist.

Yan Feiyang kicked his feet, and the bicycle drove forward.

Li Wugui shook his head, and had to turn the head of the car and follow behind unhurriedly.

The Ye family is different from the Xiao family, they do not live in the newly built rich community, but in the suburban junction south of Weizhou, which is about the same distance as the Phoenix community, a large courtyard.

"This is your home?"

Seeing such a big courtyard, Yan Feiyang couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, this is my family's ancestral home. This side is Donghe Village, and on the other side of the river is Xihe Village......"

Yan Feiyang bowed his head slightly and said, "Jiang Hongsheng and their village? ”

"Hmm. You have a great memory......

Ye Xiaotong said in a low voice.

It seems that Jiang Hongsheng declared once in the school cafeteria that he was from Xihe Village. At that time, there was a commotion, and only ninety-nine out of a hundred people would not remember this Xihe Village, but Yan Feiyang remembered it clearly.

"Where Jiang Hongsheng's family lives, do you know?"

Yan Feiyang looked at Hexi under the cover of night, as if asking casually.

Ye Xiaotong was slightly shocked in his heart, but still said: "I know, their family lives by the river, not far from the bridge, and the largest courtyard on the left hand side is his house." ”

Yan Feiyang nodded.

"Why don't you sit at home for a while?"

Ye Xiaotong greeted tentatively.

"No, aren't you going to invite us to dinner tomorrow?"

Ye Xiaotong suddenly said happily: "You agreed?" ”

Yan Feiyang smiled and said, "Someone invited me to dinner, why didn't you agree." ”

It's a rare joke.

"He's so good to laugh at......"

Ye Xiaotong couldn't help but be slightly stunned for a moment, and said in his heart.

Waiting for the backs of Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui to disappear into the vast night, and they could no longer be seen, Ye Xiaotong, who was standing at the door and watching, reluctantly entered his house and gently closed the door. Suddenly, his steps became brisk.

Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui's mood was not so relaxed.

Back at the restaurant, Li Wugui went straight into Yan Feiyang's room.

This old-fashioned family building, or the tube building of the seventies and eighties of the last century, is quite old, most of the workers of the original unit have moved into the new house, and most of the residents in this building are outsiders.

Yan Feiyang and Li Budrunk's family rented a total of four rooms on the third floor and connected them together. Yan Feiyang's room is in the center, the left is where Li Budrunk and his family live, and the right is Li Wugui's bedroom.

This is a strange arrangement that seems strange to outsiders, and it stands to reason that the room of Li Budrunk and his wife should be next to their son. Now that it is arranged, it seems that Li Budrunk's family is protecting Yan Feiyang.

But the times are different, and no one thinks about those aspects.

Compared with the dilapidated appearance of this family building, Yan Feiyang's bedroom is much more exquisite, the walls have been repainted, although it is not luxurious, but it is by no means shabby. Against the wall is a sturdy wooden bed, wardrobe, sofa, everything is available. Under the window, there is a desk, brightly painted, and ninety percent new. This is the new desk that Yan Feiyang bought when he first arrived at No. 1 Middle School. In front of the desk is a rattan chair, the workmanship is very exquisite, and the varnish is polished.

But that's not the most appealing.

The main striking feature of this bedroom is a tall bookshelf filled with a variety of books.

If there is an old scholar here, he will definitely be dumbfounded. Because of the various books on the shelves, more than eighty percent of them are ancient books, very old thread-bound books. Many of these books have long since been yellowed, and if they were not well framed, they would have been ruined.

Such a bookshelf, such a myriad of ancient books and wire-bound books, if they appeared in the home of the well-educated Hongru, it would be enough, but the owner of this bedroom is a seventeen-year-old teenager, a sophomore in high school.

It really doesn't match this shelf full of wire-bound books.

If you see the bibliography of these ancient books, even if you are well-educated, you will be surprised.

On this shelf, there are as many as nine easy-to-learn classics alone.

In addition, "The Book of Green Capsules", "The Book of Black Capsules", "Book of Burial" written by Guo Pu, "Aoyu" written by Yang Yunsong, and "Tianyu" are all listed on the shelves.

Tiangang Patriarch's "Liuren Lesson", "Five Elements Picture Book", "Push Back Map", "Bone Song"; "Ziwei Doushu" written by Patriarch Fuyaozi, "Wuji Diagram"; The widely circulated "Tiebu Shen Calculation", "Mai Xiangfa" and the oldest "Hetuluo Book" are all available on this shelf.

In addition to these easy-to-learn, physiognomy classics, there are also rows of Chinese medicine and pharmacology classics quietly placed on the shelves. For example, "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "The Book of Difficulty", "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica", "Jin Kui Yaolu", "Differentiation of Warm Diseases", "Qianjin Fang", "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Compendium of Materia Medica" and so on.

The rest of the acupuncture masterpieces such as "Lingshu Note Evidence Fa Wei", "Lingshu Meridian Wings", "Qijing Eight Pulse Examination" and other acupuncture masterpieces are also impressive.

Moreover, these ancient books are clean and clean, without the slightest dust, which shows that they are often read, and they are by no means placed here to pretend.

There is also a thick thread-bound book open on the desk, and after reading half of it, many annotations are densely written with a red pen, which shows that the reading is serious.

In addition, a small table placed next to the desk and a variety of small woodcuts, root carvings, and stones carved on it are also eye-catching. Strangely enough, instead of the usual carving knife, a heavy axe and an uncommon wrist-splitting knife were placed next to these carvings. The cold light is shining, and the sharpness is abnormal.

It seems that the owners of these carvings are using these two tools to carry out the carving work.

In the middle of the small square table, there is also a half-carved wood carving, with rough lines, only a large carving.

Li Wugui has long been surprised by all this, and in his bedroom, there is also such a bookshelf, a small square table and carved works of the same kind. It's just that the books on the shelves are different, and the carved things are also different.

"How? Do you want to care? ”

As soon as he closed the door, Li Wugui asked, his expression more serious than ever.