100 ways to kill your husband

Chapter 12 The Fifth Real Victim

Leading the group were a man and a woman. The man, surnamed Zhang, was Wen Zeyu's drinking buddy. He was in his early fifties, with gray hair and sunspots on his narrow face. He wore a fairly neat tracksuit, but walked with a somewhat roguish air. The woman, surnamed Liu, was tall and slender with long limbs. Her face was painted deathly pale, and her bright red lips looked menacing. Behind them were four tall men, all of whom had been deceived by Wen Zeyu and were seething with rage at the sight of Wen Xu.

"You're Wen Xu?"

Aunt Liu was the first to make trouble. She had invested the most money among all of Wen Zeyu's clients, and she was also the first to point out that Wen Zeyu was an ally and that he should be made to repay the money.

When Wen Xu met her raised eyebrows, Aunt Liu's eyes widened even more, her gaze shifting from anger to ferocity.

"Keep your voice down, don't scare her. We're just here to get the money. As the saying goes, the son pays for the father's debts. You've been living a carefree life with the money for so long, it's time to help your father."

Uncle Zhang played the good cop, his eyes unconsciously scanning Wen Xu up and down. He had heard Wen Zeyu say that his daughter had hooked up with a rich man, and he thought she was some kind of beauty, but she was only slightly prettier than the girls on Douyin.

"If you're waiting for my dad, he's not coming."

Upon hearing her words, Aunt Liu immediately launched into a tirade of insults, using the most vile and offensive language imaginable, cursing every parent, ancestor, and deity within a hundred miles.

Four tall men standing behind Aunt Liu instantly surrounded Wen Xu. The man directly in front of her was over 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist; Wen Xu looked like a matchstick next to him. He grabbed Wen Xu by the neck and shoved her towards the window. The rain outside, carried by the wind, pattered against Wen Xu's back, but it brought her to her senses. Her upper body and waist had already been pushed out the window; if he reached out, she would fall.

"You're just like your dead father, a liar and a fraud! We're suffering, and you won't have it easy either!"

As the man shouted, his body trembled. They were all blinded by rage, and even if the man let go and killed Wen Xu, they would feel immense relief. What would happen to the money if Wen Xu really died? They didn't have time to consider that.

But the man's trembling body stopped. He pulled Wen Xu back and carefully placed him aside. The man was huge, and no one else saw what Wen Xu did until they noticed the wad of money in the man's hand.

When Wen Xu was grabbed by the neck, he didn't try to pry his hands off with both hands. Instead, he struggled to take out the wad of money from his canvas bag and slapped it on Wen Xu's face.

The man ignored everyone else, spat into his palm, and quickly began counting the money. The others froze, watching him count the money, their eyes filled with greed.

The man quickly counted out the 10,000 yuan. Among them, the least amount they had been scammed out of was 300,000 yuan, so 10,000 yuan was really nothing. But nowadays, mobile payments are common, so spending money doesn't feel like much, and it's nowhere near as impactful as seeing stacks of cash. Wen Xu bet they desperately needed the money.

Moreover, Wen Xu had also heard Su Yuelan say that the people who hung out with Wen Zeyu all liked to get something for nothing. They made money quickly and lost it even faster. Their relationship was based solely on interests, not on solidarity. The alliance would crumble at the slightest conflict of interest.

The man had been momentarily stunned, but now that he understood what was happening, his eyes darted around, and he stuffed the money into his clothes.

"Hey! The money belongs to everyone! How come you're keeping it all for yourself?"

"Once the money's in my hands, it's mine! Don't touch me!"

In terms of physical strength, no one could beat the man who was as big as a mountain. After weighing their options, the five men glared at Wen Xu again.

Then Wen Xu took out another wad of money from the canvas bag she was carrying. There was a chair that someone had abandoned in the corner. Wen Xu put the money on the chair. The aggressive tone that had been shouting at her earlier had subsided. You could hear some people swallowing. She took out another wad of money and put it on top of the first one. She repeated this several times. Including the first wad of money she took out, she took out a total of six wads of money.

After she finished taking the bag, she showed them the empty canvas bag again before continuing.

"My dad directly recruited six people, each with a stack of cards..."

"Is this all the money you have? Is it meant to feed a beggar?"

Before Wen Xu could finish speaking, Aunt Liu interrupted her. The others ignored her and each took a stack of money. When they saw that there was only one stack left on the chair, Aunt Liu's expression twisted for a moment. In the end, she took the money and stuffed it into the bag that she had already opened. Because she was in such a hurry, the clasp caught a few bills in the bag. She lowered her head and quietly sorted the money before glaring at Wen Xu again.

Wen Xu wasn't afraid. Instead, he slowly said, "Starting today, every week, at the same time this Saturday in the coffee shop just now, I will give each family at least a stack of money. Each family will receive an equal amount of principal, and please give me a receipt now to confirm receipt."

Wen Xu took out a notepad from his palm-sized bag, tore off blank pages, and wrote six identical receipts.

Although each person doesn't receive much this way, it's done weekly, and they get to see Wen Xu. What debtors fear most is that the debtor runs away or has no money to repay. Those with nothing to lose aren't afraid of those with something to lose; their ultimate goal is simply to get their money back. And Wen Xu gives them the impression that he still has money, just temporarily short of funds.

This aligned with their impression of Wen Zeyu; he loved to boast, and they still wanted to believe him, but they were afraid he would return the money to the person he was close to first. It's human nature to be more concerned with inequality than with scarcity.

"No way! If I pay 10,000 a week, it'll take me more than three years to pay it off! Who knows what the situation will be like then! If you don't give me 100,000 today, I'll call the police right now and put your dad in jail."

Aunt Liu was owed the most money, and she was also the one who trusted Wen Xu the least. A large part of her money was money she had misappropriated for her son's wedding. When her son found out, he almost cut ties with her. She had to plead and promise that she would get the money within three months before he reluctantly answered the phone. The other part was even more troublesome, so she was particularly anxious.

"Go ahead and call the police. My dad has been arrested, and all the money he raised will be confiscated by the national treasury. Not a single penny will reach you. Think about it yourselves."

The three men who were originally standing with Aunt Liu backed down. They were just ordinary people who only wanted to get the money. When they came to their senses and remembered that the tall man had pushed Wen Xu out the window, they were all a little scared.

But Uncle Zhang's sharp eyes gleamed. He and Wen Zeyu were the same kind of people, and he wouldn't be easily fooled by Wen Xu's words.

"Xiaoxu, what you're doing is unethical. The money we invested is our parents' life-saving money, our son's wedding money, and our child's education fund. You and your father aren't afraid of retribution for even swindling this kind of money?"

Incited by Uncle Zhang, the crowd cursed Wen Xu and Wen Zeyu as ingrates, saying they were heartless and cruel.

"You're right, provided that you are truly the victims as you describe."