Chapter 593 - 438 Xiaonian Encounters Kidnapping_3
Ye Cheng nodded after hearing this, "I’ve already arranged for my brothers to search; we’ll have news soon."
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"Can’t you guys be a little more ambitious? I’m worth at least a hundred thousand, and you’re only asking for fifty thousand. Can’t you do math?" Xiaonian couldn’t understand why they only demanded fifty thousand yuan.
"Cut the crap." The leader of the men wasn’t very old, probably just over twenty, "If it weren’t for the fact that we really can’t make ends meet, do you think we’d want to do this kind of work? Rest assured, as soon as we get the money, we’ll release you immediately, and we’ll all go our separate ways to look for legitimate jobs."
Xiaonian’s eyes swept over the group, which comprised about five or six youths, the oldest probably in their twenties, the youngest around sixteen or seventeen.
"Are you guys still students?"
"People like us, born poor, where do we have the money for school?" The leader took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Ever heard of Shihe Village in Imperial Capital? It’s the most remote and poorest village there. All of us here are villagers from there, but we aren’t content to spend our lives stuck in that place, so we thought about coming out to find work. We’ve been working for a few months, and one of our fellow villagers got his hand crushed by a machine in a factory. The factory owner refused to acknowledge it and kicked him out. We tried to seek compensation for him, but the factory kicked us out too."
The youth said this with mockery in his eyes, "We thought once we left the village, we could earn money and live a better life. But the first factory we worked in, we met with such an incident, such a boss. To save him, our village might pour in all its resources, but our village is just too poor."
"Don’t worry, we only need fifty thousand yuan, because the doctor said that to save our fellow villager, we need at least that much." The youth looked at Xiaonian, "Once we get the money, we will let you go. Whether you want to call the police or not, it’s up to you. Our village is Shihe Village, and my name is Zhao Youqian."
It was he who had led the young people from the village out to look for work, and now they had ended up in this predicament.
Xiaonian, upon hearing his words, clearly didn’t believe them, "That’s impossible, you must be making up a story. Don’t think that just because I’m a student and sympathetic, I will believe whatever story you concoct. You say you have no money, yet where did you get the car from? You say you’re poor, but your clothes look quite decent."