After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum

Chapter 96: Moral Kidnapping (Part 5)
“I didn’t say I won’t let it go,” Mengyu looked at the skinny tall person, “Didn’t I just say, I agree to let it go as long as you can help me get my money back.
You should know that the value of this house is at least thirty-five thousand yuan. I was able to buy it for thirty thousand yuan because I had the cash to pay in full, which is why Uncle Chen was willing to lower the price and sell the house to me.
If I put up an advertisement on the street now, I could definitely sell it for thirty-five thousand.
But for your sakes, I agreed to let it go for just thirty thousand yuan, which means I’m looking at a loss of five thousand yuan.
I have no kin or reason to help you, yet for your sakes, I am willing to incur a loss of five thousand yuan to let the house go. Don’t you think that for your own sake, you could bear this small amount of money?
I have only twelve thousand yuan, and with that, I definitely cannot buy a yard. What will I do if I can’t complete my task? You wouldn’t be so selfish as to ignore my life or death, right?” Neighbors one after another looked at Mengyu but were at a loss for words.
Because it was they who just said that Mengyu’s refusal to let go of the house was selfish and that she was disregarding their lives.
Now that Mengyu had put it this way, it seemed like she was slapping them in the face.
Mengyu sneered in her heart; she knew these neighbors wouldn’t be willing to take a loss for others.
They only knew how to be generous with other people’s money, using her benefits to please Ma Dapan. When it came to their own interests, they wouldn’t do the same.
Ordinary families wouldn’t be able to easily come up with such a large sum of money, especially for nothing!
In fact, Mengyu had no intention of really letting the house go—she could lock up the yard and leave it idle for a decade or two, eventually gaining a hundredfold or thousandfold profit from it.
Though money is worth more now, and less so in the future, an ordinary person with thirty thousand yuan might not necessarily be able to turn it into three million in twenty years, not to mention, this yard in the future would definitely be worth more than three million.
Moreover, she wasn’t cut out for business; even living life all over again, as Ah Piao who had followed Jiang Huaiyu for over a decade, despite knowing that the eighties were filled with opportunities, she couldn’t get rich through business and could only make money through less legitimate means.
Therefore, she wouldn’t give up the house.
Taking advantage of the neighbors’ shock, she quickly locked up the door and strode away.
Leaving the group of neighbors staring at each other with wide eyes.
The skinny tall woman looked towards Granny Long, “What should we do?”
“Do you have eighteen thousand yuan to compensate her?” Granny Long asked.
The skinny tall woman shook her head, “In our family, only Old man Li earns a salary, I just do some odd jobs, if I find work I get paid, if not, I’m left empty-handed, let alone eighteen thousand, I can’t even produce one thousand eight hundred.”
In fact, she could come up with eighteen thousand. In addition, she had brought quite a significant dowry from her parental home, which if turned into cash, eighteen thousand would not be impossible to produce. Granny Long asked the others, “Can any of you come up with eighteen thousand yuan?”
The others shook their heads: What a joke, even if they could come up with it, they wouldn’t agree to spend that money.
The skinny tall one was getting anxious, “If everyone can’t come up with the money, what do we do?”
Granny Long turned around and headed towards her own house, “What else can we do? We do nothing!”
She would never come up with the money to compensate Mengyu!
Not to mention not being able to produce it, even if she could, it was out of the question.
The skinny tall stomped her foot, “You all, you’re all going to ignore the life and death of my son?”
Granny Long turned her head and glanced at the jade bracelet in the skinny tall woman’s hand, “Jiang Xiuying, don’t go saying that others don’t care about your son’s life and death. Apart from yourself, no one can take responsibility for your son’s life and death. It’s better that you take responsibility yourself.”
Jiang Xiuying immediately covered the bracelet in her hand, “Granny Long, I—”