Chapter 1722

"Hahaha, Ye is always a straightforward person. Since Mr. Ye said so, we will definitely help Mr. Ye make this matter beautiful and perfect. Don't worry, Mr. Ye, the villa in Jindu Bihai, we will definitely Take it back, and make sure that Liang Wanjun doesn't even have a penny on her, and she will definitely live on the street and become a beggar!" The middle-aged man stood up, patted his chest and promised.

"Very good." Ye Yiyi nodded slightly: "Then I won't give it away, and wait for your good news."

...

Soon, the middle-aged man got up to say goodbye and left the Ye family.

Immediately, the middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and made a few calls.

Not long after, dozens of people hurried over, with sticks hidden on their bodies, and headed towards the blue sea of ​​Jindu.

About half an hour later, the door of a villa in Jindu Bihai was knocked open.

The person who opened the door was a woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties, dressed very plainly, with a look of vicissitudes on her face.

Liang Wanjun's face was already much older than before. Ever since Ye Mufan and Ye Shaoan were taken away, she had been crying at home for a long time, and there was nothing she could do about it.

If it wasn't for her daughter Ye Wanwan who gave her reassurance every once in a while, Liang Wanjun might not be able to support her anymore.

"you……"

Seeing the middle-aged man and the others, Liang Wanjun's expression changed slightly.

"Hehe, Mrs. Liang Wanjun, you see we have come all the way here, our feet and calves are very sore, why don't you invite us in and let our brothers drink tea or something?" The middle-aged man stared at Liang Wanjun and laughed.

Hearing this, Liang Wanjun frowned slightly, and shook her head: "I'm the only one at home, so it's inconvenient..."

After Liang Wanjun finished speaking, she made a gesture to close the door.

However, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to grab the door, not giving Liang Wanjun a chance to close it.

"What do you want to do!" Seeing this, Liang Wanjun scolded.

"Madam Liang Wanjun, look at what you said, what do we want to do... Your husband Ye Shaoan has not paid back the money owed to us. This is always true. It is only natural to pay back the debt. You guys are clearly playing rascals, but it seems like we have made a mistake, there is no such reason in this world." The middle-aged man stared at Liang Wanjun and sneered.

"Nonsense... The money owed to you, Shao Ting told me before, has already been paid off!" Liang Wanjun said.

"Hey...that's what I said, but luckily we have transfer records, let's show it to you." After speaking, the middle-aged man asked someone to take the transfer records and handed them to Liang Wanjun.

Liang Wanjun glanced at it half-believingly. On the transfer record, the last payment was indeed missing, which was about 10,000 yuan.

"Okay, I'll get it to you!"

Liang Wanjun turned around and entered the house, the middle-aged man and others also followed behind Liang Wanjun and walked into the villa.

"Tsk tsk, this villa is really nice."

The middle-aged man looked around in the villa with a satisfied expression on his face. Soon, this villa will belong to them.

Liang Wanjun, who didn't know what the middle-aged man was thinking, quickly walked over with a handkerchief in his arms.

In front of everyone, Liang Wanjun carefully opened the handkerchief.

Inside the handkerchief, there were almost all shabby hundred-yuan bills, and there were also some small denomination coins, which seemed to be the money that Liang Wanjun had worked so hard to save.