Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 143: Driving Wang Qinghai and his sister out

The call just now was from Xie Yi. He found out that although the house was still under Yan Liang's name, it had actually been occupied by Wang Qinghai.

Some time ago, all the assets of the Wang family were seized and auctioned off, and Wang Qinghai became a homeless stray dog.

He didn't know why he thought of Yanliang's house. It was transferred and renamed, but the key was actually still at Wang's house.

Wang Qinghai found it, secretly went over, opened the door, and moved in.

He did all this without Yanliang knowing.

When Sheng Boyan arrived, Wang Qingwan happened to be there too. She was shocked to see Sheng Boyan's gloomy face.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Qingwan asked warily.

Sheng Boyan ignored him, his eyes searching everywhere. After the sound of flushing in the bathroom, Wang Qinghai's lazy voice came out: "Wanwan, who's here?"

As soon as the bathroom door opened, a strong arm stretched out, grabbed Wang Qinghai by the collar, and pulled him out, lifting his feet off the ground.

"Oh, who is this? Let me go!" Wang Qinghai screamed, and when he looked closely at Sheng Boyan's face, he was so frightened that he fell silent.

There was fear in his eyes, and his eyeballs rolled around a few times. His pale face quickly formed a bunch of smile lines: "Oh, it's my brother-in-law, why are you here?"

Five or six gangster-looking guys came out from other rooms. They were the same group of people who had gone to the company gate with Wang Qinghai to make trouble in the past few days.

They slowly approached and surrounded him, staring at Sheng Boyan with a fierce look.

Sheng Boyan showed no fear at all and didn't even glance at this mob.

Wang Qinghai knew that he was in the wrong and was afraid of Sheng Boyan's violence, so he spoke in a weaker voice and bent his back.

"Brother-in-law, Mr. Sheng, your presence is such an honor to our humble home!" Wang Qinghai used all the words he had learned in his life, "Oh, don't be angry, it was not my intention to cause trouble in front of the company. How could I dare to do that, right? It was the creditors who forced me to do that. They asked me to ask you for money to pay off the debt, and you refused to see me, so they forced me to scold you in front of the company. Really, really! I didn't want to..."

Sheng Boyan stared at him with sinister and cold eyes: "This is Yanliang's house, how did you get in? Does Yanliang know?"

Wang Qingwan now understood that Sheng Boyan came for this house, and she immediately flew into a rage: "This is my father's house, it's only natural for us to live here! Why do we need Yan Liang's consent? Does she deserve it? She caused my father to go to jail, how can she have the nerve to ask for my father's house again?"

Sheng Boyan looked at her with a cold murderous look in his eyes: "Get out! I'll give you five minutes!"

Wang Qinghai saw Wang Qingwan's tough attitude and Sheng Boyan was alone, so he immediately became confident: "Mr. Sheng, you are divorced from Yan Liang now, why do you control us? Wang was swallowed up by you, and we were driven out by you, what else do you want?"

Wang Qinghai got a little carried away while talking and his finger almost pointed at Sheng Boyan's face.

Sheng Boyan grabbed his outstretched wrist and bent it in the opposite direction. There was a crisp "click" sound, accompanied by Wang Qinghai's pig-slaughtering howl, which echoed throughout the house.

Wang Qingwan trembled with fear in her eyes. She didn't expect Sheng Boyan to attack her just because of a disagreement, and he was so cruel that he broke Wang Qinghai's wrist with one move.

After giving a wink to the gangsters, those people quickly surrounded Sheng Boyan.

Wang Qinghai was pulled out of the circle by Wang Qingwan.

Sheng Boyan seemed to have returned to his youth, where he was surrounded and beaten by a group of thugs. At that time, he was young and untrained, and he could not beat those people at all.

He was completely different now. For revenge, he not only prepared the financial strength to compete, but also practiced martial arts, which was more than enough for him to deal with these people.

They were soon beaten black and blue, unable to fight back. Sheng Boyan didn't want to dirty Yan Liang's house, so he was careful when he struck. It hurt but there was no bleeding.

Those with broken arms and legs supported each other and ran, while Sheng Boyan walked slowly towards the corner of the locker where Wang Qinghai was curled up.

Every step was like the drumbeat of death. Wang Qinghai held his head and cried for mercy: "Boss Sheng, Boss Sheng, please don't kill me! I'll get out! I'll get out right now!"

Wang Qingwan secretly cursed Wang Qinghai for being a coward, but she didn't dare to look at Sheng Boyan. She threw down the house key, supported Wang Qinghai and stumbled out the door.

Sheng Boyan did not chase them, but tidied up the table and chairs that were kicked over. After a moment's look, he frowned unhappily, took out his phone and dialed a number: "Throw out all the furniture here and redecorate!"

After locking the door, he took a bunch of keys and put them at the property management, then walked out of the community.

He understood that his mother would love to chop Wang Qinghai into pieces to sacrifice to his father and sister, but he would not sacrifice himself for revenge.

There are countless ways to make him live a life worse than death. Sheng Boyan raised his lips with an evil smile.

Wang Qingwan and her brother drove the car very fast and went to the hospital first to give Wang Qinghai medicine and a plaster cast.

Wang Qinghai didn't want to be hospitalized, fearing that Sheng Boyan would come and beat him up again, so he grabbed Wang Qingwan's sleeve and refused to let go: "Wanwan, let me go to your house. Woohoo, I don't have a home anymore, and I don't have any money."

Wang Qingwan had no choice but to take him back to her bridal chamber. Halfway there, she suddenly remembered something and turned the car around and headed towards Jingyue Villa.

In Jingyue Villa, Shen Gufeng was enthusiastically asking Shen Jianxi about the new project.

"Jianxi, tell me, how can this project make money?" Shen Gufeng is in his seventies, but he is not ashamed to ask, his eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

Shen Jianxi was stunned when he heard that he could earn hundreds or thousands of times more profit just by financing without using manpower, material resources, or warehousing.

Is there such a good thing in the world?

Shen Jianxi patiently explained everything to him over and over again, no matter how big or small it was, regardless of whether he could understand it or not.

In the end, Shen Gufeng didn't fully understand it. He only understood one thing, that is, he could earn 8 billion US dollars with 50 million in less than a year!

His cloudy eyes sparkled again. "Is there such a good thing? How is this different from a flowerpot that grows money? No! There's more money growing out of it than in a flowerpot!"

He secretly sighed that if he could have encountered such a good thing when he was young, why would he have to use all means to occupy his cousin's shabby clothing factory.

The greed hidden in his heart grew wildly like weeds after rain. He asked with a face full of longing: "Why not do a few more rounds of financing? Then you can make more money? Make 20 billion, 200 billion US dollars!"

Shen Jianxi glanced at his grandfather who had suddenly regained his youth and sighed, "Don't be too greedy. This is like passing the parcel. Whoever gets the parcel in the end will lose everything, and maybe even his life. We can only stop while we're ahead."

"Oh, oh, okay!" Shen Gufeng nodded, not quite understanding, "Then let's stop when we've made 10 billion US dollars."

Shen Jianxi had no choice but to agree first, and he would decide based on the circumstances when the time comes.

There was a commotion outside, as if someone was making a noise.

Shen Jianxi frowned and walked out, only to see that it was Wang Qingwan and her brother.

Wang Qinghai had a white bandage around his neck and his right hand was in a sling. He was grimacing in pain and cursing.