Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 491 The Right to Sell Sons

Uncle Nine said, "It's alright, it'll look more realistic if you hit harder."

Lu Yongfu's wife, Huang Yi, stood up gracefully and picked up her exquisite handbag from the chair next to her.

She skillfully opened the clasp and took out two thick, standard envelopes.

The envelope was made of common kraft paper, but it was bulging and full because of its contents. The edges were taut, and the seal was carefully closed, giving it a heavy feel.

Huang Yi said, "The lawyer said the maximum sentence is two months, suspended for one year."

Uncle Nine and the young man took the envelope from Huang Yi, squeezed it, and showed a satisfied expression.

The young man said, "Going to jail is no big deal."

Uncle Nine said, "I'll come to visit you. What do you need? I'll bring it to you."

Huang turned and walked towards the bedroom, preparing to put her bag away.

The young man's gaze involuntarily darkened, fixed intently on Huang Yi's swaying hips as she turned to leave.

The curves of her body, encased in the tight-fitting dress, rose and fell with her steps, creating a full and alluring rhythm, like a silent yet direct invitation.

His gaze was drawn to the undulating rhythm as if by a magnet, his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously, and his dry lips parting slightly.

He almost forgot the occasion and the other people around him; all his attention was captured by the vibrant curves of her waist and hips, and his eyes were fixed on her.

Lu Yongfu cursed, "Are you out of your mind? You two don't even know each other. You've taken the money and eaten, what are you waiting for?"

The young man dared not look any longer and slunk away.

Lu Yongquan looked at Uncle Jiu and said, "Let me tell you, from now on you and Guobang will be the general agents. After you get the goods from Wanshan, immediately replace them with Xiaoping's knock-off version. The flooring and aluminum windows are yours, while the plumbing, electrical, and kitchen appliances are Guobang's. The genuine products will be shipped to warehouse 4 at gate 9B of the container terminal. The buyer will be waiting for you there. It's a cash-on-delivery transaction."

"The money will be deposited into two accounts, Yifa and Quanfa. Can you remember all of this?"

Uncle Nine nodded and said, "Of course I remember. Don't let my age fool you, my memory is still pretty good."

Lu Yongquan's wife asked, "Say it again and let me hear it."

Uncle Jiu said, "Every time I get goods from Wanshan, I immediately switch to Xiaoping's knock-off version; the flooring and aluminum windows are mine..."

After watching for a while, Li Jian felt there was no useful information, so he switched the camera.

The camera focuses on the ancestral hall in Yongheng Village.

A large group of people were signing contracts inside the ancestral hall.

Li Jian couldn't understand what these people were doing, so he called Lu Yao over.

When Lu Yao saw the contents of Li Jian's phone, her eyes widened immediately: "Wow, this is high-tech! Let me play with it."

Young girls can be quite playful.

Li Jian quickly grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and held her slender waist tightly: "You can play if you want, but you have to tell me what they're doing."

Lu Yao watched for a while and said, "Oh, I know, they're selling Ding Quan."

After intensive study over this period, Li Jian finally understood what Ding Quan was.

Lu Yao asked, "Brother Jian, how did you get this video?"

Li Jian patted her little head: "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. By the way, how much does a Ding Quan cost here?"

Lu Yao said, "I heard from my mother that a Ding Quan costs more than 300,000 yuan."

Li Jian said, "The house price is 20,000 per square foot, but a Ding Quan only sells for a little over 300,000?"

Lu Yao laughed and said, "There are a lot of poor people in the New Territories. Do you think they all want to be as rich as you? Besides, they don't have a share in the Dingwu Building. Why not sell Ding Quan and make a few hundred thousand? It would be better to take a gamble."

I have a few friends who dropped out of school a long time ago. They're learning to ice skate and taking pills. They've ruined themselves at such a young age. Without selling their paternity rights, how would they get to ice skate and take pills?

At this moment, a minor disturbance occurred in the ancestral hall.

A young man in his twenties called out, "Brother Long, Brother Long."

The man wearing sunglasses walked over: "What's wrong?"

The young man in his twenties said, "How much would you say I'd pay for my Ding Quan?"

The man wearing sunglasses said, "30? Didn't I give you 10 yesterday?"

A young man in his early twenties pointed to a spot on the contract and said, "But it clearly says 600,000 here."

The man wearing sunglasses said, "No way, it says here..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man interrupted him: "Brother Long, I'm not well-educated, don't lie to me, I speak English."

The man wearing sunglasses immediately became unhappy: "Don't you believe me?"

Before the young man could speak, Lu Yongquan suddenly slapped him on the back of the head: "So what if you can speak English?"

The young man turned his head and looked at Lu Yongquan with a blank expression.

He was truly stunned by the beating.

Lu Yongquan slapped the young man across the face: "Sign."

The young man realized what was happening and stared intently at Lu Yongquan.

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yongquan had already raised his arm and clapped his hands.

The slap landed squarely on the young man's face, making a crisp sound.

The young man's head snapped to one side, his pale face turning a deep purplish-red, and five scarlet finger marks appeared on his left cheek.

He suddenly jumped up, bursting with rage, and grabbed Lu Yongquan's collar with both hands, roaring, "What right do you have to hit me!"

Lu Yongquan was also furious, "You little brat, you dare to fight back? You're asking for it!"

The man in sunglasses quickly grabbed Lu Yongquan: "Brother Quan, don't be angry, don't be angry."

The young man who was beaten threatened, "Damn it, I won't sign unless I get 60!"

Followed by.

He looked at the others and asked, "Are you going to sign or not?"

The remaining young people all stood up, eager to make a move.

Seeing that others were responding, the young man said, "What are we doing here if we're not going to sign? Let's go!"

Lu Yao pointed to the young man in the video and said, "Brother Jian, Brother Jian, he is my elementary school classmate, his name is Abo."

"I didn't expect him to sell Ding Quan too. I haven't seen him in a long time."

Li Jian said, "People change. Besides, you're just elementary school classmates. There's no need to worry about him so much."

Lu Yao pressed her head against Li Jian's chest.

suddenly.

Lu Yao opened her eyes wide and cried out in a sweet voice, "Be careful!"

on the screen.

The man in sunglasses suddenly moved, his right hand flashing as he grabbed a wooden chair.

He lifted the chair high above his head and slammed the back of the chair hard against Abo's head.

Ah!

Abo let out a miserable scream.

He lunged forward, his forehead slamming heavily onto the ground with a thud.

The man in sunglasses rushed over and stomped on Abo's head, cursing as he did so: "You can speak English? So what if you can speak English? I can speak English too."

He jumped up and kicked, the tip of his leather shoe hitting Abo.

Abo howled in pain, rolling on the ground with his hands covering his head.

The man in sunglasses gripped Abo's messy hair tightly with his five fingers like iron clamps and pulled it back sharply.