I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 300: Waited for You for a Long Time_1

Chapter 300: Chapter 300: Waited for You for a Long Time_1

"All my sisters are just like me, divorced women," Feng Lijuan began, summarizing her predicament. "They’ve tricked me twice. The four of them, each conned me out of three hundred thousand. It’s only today that I’ve realized I’ve been duped. I asked them for the money, but they played dumb with me. Do you have any way to deal with them?"

"Such people are easy to handle," Liu Chao laughed. "Just spend a bit of money to get some thugs to their door."

"I don’t know about these things, you help me find them. I’ll send you their home addresses and names, and you get somebody to go collect the money. Have them directly transfer the funds to my bank account, all of them know the number, and it should be three hundred thousand from each," Feng Lijuan instructed.

"No problem at all," Liu Chao agreed immediately, seeing no difficulty in the task.

In the past, he had hired thugs to handle matters, and not just once, but to take care of some rather thorny issues.

He was quite familiar with a slightly notorious gang leader in Hai City.

"Great, thank you," Feng Lijuan’s face broke into a smile.

"Hehe, Auntie Feng, there’s no need to thank me now," Liu Chao chuckled. "I’ll come over this evening. Wait to thank me when I get to your place tonight."

He had gotten a taste for it and was becoming increasingly hooked.

He felt the women his own age that he’d been with before were no match for Feng Lijuan.

Last night, the two of them had spent a wonderful evening together.

And tonight, he wanted to be with Feng Lijuan again.

As for those other beauties waiting for his call, he wasn’t paying them much mind, at least not for now.

"I’m hanging up now," Feng Lijuan, clearly understanding Liu Chao’s insinuation, did not respond, which was almost like tacit consent.

Actually, she was quite happy, just that she was no longer young and couldn’t speak as openly as the younger generation.

...

Liu Chao, on the other end of the phone, snickered, put down his phone, and rubbed his hands together in a sleazy manner.

Tonight was going to be another wonderful evening.

Soon after, his phone buzzed with a notification.

Picking it up, he saw that it was the addresses sent by Feng Lijuan.

There were four addresses and four names.

He scrolled through his contact list, found a number, and dialed it.

Shortly, the call connected.

"Mr. Liu, good afternoon," a hearty laugh came through the phone.

"Yong, I need your help again," Liu Chao said with a smile.

The person on the other end was none other than Wang Yong, the mildly famous gang leader from Hai City, commonly known as Brother Yong.

"No problem, what’s it this time?" Wang Yong asked.

"I’ll send you four addresses and names in a bit. Have your guys go there to collect debts. Make them transfer three hundred thousand to a bank account owned by someone named Feng Lijuan. They all have her account number, so just have them send the money directly," Liu Chao explained briefly.

"Judging by that name, it seems to be a woman. Is she your current girlfriend, or a future one?" Wang Yong teased.

"Neither," Liu Chao replied.

He certainly didn’t regard Feng Lijuan as a girlfriend; it was just a fling.

Once he was tired of it, he wouldn’t bother with her anymore.

To have a woman in her forties as a girlfriend? He couldn’t afford to lose that much face.

If others found out, wouldn’t they laugh him to death?

"Looks like you’re playing a different game this time," Wang Yong laughed.

"Hehe, it’s alright," Liu Chao chuckled.

It was indeed different, but not something he could share.

Otherwise, people might say he had peculiar tastes and damage his image.

"Alright, have fun with it. There are four people, four places, and it’s a debt collection job," Wang Yong said. "You’ll need at least three guys at each place. The debt you’re after is 1.2 million, I’ll charge you 200 thousand for the job, that’s not too much, right?"

"Not at all, it’s only fair. I’ll transfer it to you," Liu Chao replied.

"Mr. Liu is a straightforward guy. Alright, send the details over, and I’ll have my boys take care of it," Wang Yong said.

"Okay," Liu Chao hung up the phone, first typed out the address and name, and wrote a brief message, making sure everything was clear, and sent it to Wang Yong.

Then, he logged into his mobile banking app and transferred two hundred thousand to Wang Yong.

Soon after, he received an OK gesture reply from Wang Yong.

With the matter taken care of, Liu Chao put down his phone.

He had just taken a sip of tea when his phone rang again.

Picking it up, he saw it was a call from a fellow second-generation rich friend.

Although his relationship with Shen Dong, Wang Xiaocong, and others wasn’t good, he still had friends among the wealthy peers.

Not all second-generation riches ignored him.

After all, he was still a billionaire and the president of Wansheng Venture Capital.

Some second-generation rich couldn’t connect with the likes of Shen Dong and Wang Xiaocong, so befriending Liu Chao didn’t affect them.

"Mr. Wu," Liu Chao answered the call.

The caller was named Wu Xiaohai, whose family was in the printing business.

"Mr. Liu, the date and location for the ’Night of Angels’ have been decided. Do you want to attend?"

Wu Xiaohai was only at the same level of wealth as Liu Chao, so he received the news later than the likes of Wang Xiaocong.

"Night of Angels?" Liu Chao’s eyes lit up.

As a second-generation rich with tens of billions in family assets, Liu Chao certainly knew about the Night of Angels.

He had even attended with his father and had hooked up with a second-tier female celebrity.

Now he was on his own, and he could freely control his money; of course, he wanted to go.

This year, he wondered if he could hook up with a top-tier female celebrity.

"When is it being held, and where?" Liu Chao hurriedly asked.

"The event is on August 30th, at Dragon Scale Island," replied Wu Xiaohai.

"Damn, Dragon Scale Island!" Liu Chao couldn’t help exclaiming, "Isn’t that the private island owned by the so-called most mysterious tycoon?"

Wu Xiaohai said, "Yes, so this year’s Night of Angels is very special. Many second-generation riches will attend. I just wanted to ask if you’d like to join?"

Liu Chao immediately said, "Of course I want to go. Get me a spot, just tell me how much it costs."

...

In a certain community.

Amei was carrying her shopping bags home.

Today, after shopping with a few girlfriends, they had all spent a fair amount of money and bought many things.

At her doorstep, she saw a group of hooligan-looking young men, with cigarettes in their mouths and chewing betel nuts, sitting at her doorway playing cards.

On the ground beside them was a pile of cigarette butts and betel nut residue.

From their voices, it sounded like they were playing Landlord.

"Who are you, and what are you doing at my front door?"

"Look at the mess you’ve made at my doorstep! I’ll tell you this, if you don’t clean up this mess, you’re not going anywhere!"

Zhao Hongmei, carrying her shopping bags, walked up to the group of hooligans, her face stern as she reprimanded them.

These people obviously looked like hooligans, and the mess they had made at the door angered her.

"Four twos with a pair of kings, no one can beat that, right? A three, and I win, haha!"

A blond-haired young man laughed heartily as he collected his money.

The other two stood up and turned to look at Zhao Hongmei.

"Are you Zhao Hongmei?" The blond-haired young man sized up Zhao Hongmei and asked.

"Yes, what about it? Are you looking for me?" Zhao Hongmei asked, puzzled.

"That’s right, we’ve been looking for you and have been waiting here for a long time," the blond-haired hooligan said with a smile.

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