"Don't smash it, don't smash it!"
Wang Quezi, dragging one leg, shouted before he even reached the spot.
He could already see Lin Fan's car parked in front of the village committee building, and Chang Mao and others were looking for something to smash the car.
"Old Wang, what are you babbling about?"
"So what if we smash his car?"
"You call him out, and I'll smash it right in front of him!"
A group of thugs were yelling, each more arrogant than the last.
"Brothers, please spare me."
Wang Quezi had a pained expression, looking like he was about to cry.
He ran to Chang Mao and pointed at the village committee plaque, saying urgently, "Don't you even look at this place? Are you trying to kill me?"
Chang Mao was dismissive, "Old Wang, you're doing so well in the village, are you afraid of a few village cadres?"
"I..."
Wang Quezi was too embarrassed to say that he had always been bragging and hadn't done that well in the village.
He grabbed Chang Mao's arm and urged, "Let's go quickly. It will be trouble if someone comes out from inside."
Chang Mao blinked and asked, "Then aren't we going to get revenge?"
Wang Quezi nodded repeatedly, "Brother, you are my real brother. Let's go back first, to my place, okay?"
He then turned to the other thugs and beckoned, "Brothers, come with me. We can talk about anything later."
When the crowd heard this, they were all at a loss.
They were all very puzzled: "Why is Old Wang so cowardly in his own village?"
Could it be that Lin Fan... had supernatural powers?
"Let's go, my brothers, I beg you."
Wang Quezi pulled them one by one, pushing them towards the way back.
He glanced back at the Wrangler off-road vehicle, his heart in his mouth, filled with regret.
"Alas, if I had known, why would I have bothered?"
Wang Quezi looked distressed, glaring at Chang Mao and the others ahead with extreme hatred.
Useless, all they do is brag!
If it weren't for Chang Mao and the others' boasts, he wouldn't have dared to provoke Lin Fan.
As a result, not only did he not get his revenge, but he was also brought to the village committee by the other party.
The thought of Wang Fugui's stern face made Wang Quezi's legs tremble.
"If it really comes to it, I'll just pay the money."
Wang Quezi gritted his teeth, ready to pay to avoid disaster.
...
In the secretary's office of Wangjia Village.
Tian Mengyao had already recounted how Wang Quezi had hired people to extort money from Xiaofan Medical Clinic.
"Secretary Wang, you are a respected elder to me, and Luofeng Village and Wangjia Village are close neighbors. We see each other often. It's not good for Wang Fu from your village to do this, is it?"
Wang Fugui took a deep breath, seeming a bit incredulous, "That kid Wang Fu makes a lot of money raising pigs in the mountains. He wouldn't do something like this, would he?"
"Wouldn't do it?"
Tian Mengyao pointed at Xiao Qiang, "You tell him. Don't lie!"
"I..."
Xiao Qiang glanced at Wang Fugui. After thinking it over, he realized he had no other choice. He said, "Yesterday, I went drinking with Chang Mao and the others to find Wang Fu."
"Then Wang Fu got drunk and said he was bullied by someone named Lin Fan."
"He also said that Lin Fan got a lot of money from somewhere and is living quite comfortably now..."
Tian Mengyao suddenly interrupted, "Xiaofan's money is all earned from treating people!"
Xiao Qiang paused, nodded, and then continued, "Chang Mao and a few others got greedy. They insisted on going to Xiaofan Medical Clinic today to cause trouble for Lin Fan and extort some money to celebrate the New Year."
Tian Mengyao scoffed, "Why don't you mention that you went there once, weren't satisfied, and went a second time to smash the clinic?"
She turned back to Wang Fugui, "Secretary Wang, even if Xiaofan and Wang Fu have some conflict, they could have discussed it openly. Using such despicable means behind their backs, is that right?"
"Besides..."
Tian Mengyao paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Our village's Xiaofan Medical Clinic not only treats people from our own village, but people from your village also come here for medicine and treatment when they have minor ailments. We haven't asked for a penny more from anyone."
She spread her hands, "They eat with us, and then try to smash our pots? Isn't that a bit ungrateful?"
"Xiao Lu, wait a moment, I'll ask him first."
Wang Fugui's face was dark, like the bottom of a pot.
He was old and respected in Wangjia Village. To have a junior come to his doorstep and lecture him in person, his mood had already soured to the extreme.
What's more, what they said was plausible, with evidence, and witnesses. He had no room to refute.
Wang Quezi walked to the door and shouted, "Wang Liang, use the loudspeaker to call Wang Fu over. He must be here within half an hour. If he doesn't come, let him wait!"
"Got it, Old Wang."
Wang Liang responded, then directly entered his office and shouted into the broadcast speaker, "Wang Fu, Wang Fu!"
"Come to the village committee immediately. Old Wang is looking for you!"
"Wang Fu..."
Wang Liang repeated it seven or eight times.
Wang Quezi, who had just reached his doorstep, froze in place when he heard the first announcement.
By the time he heard the fifth announcement, he had recovered slightly.
"Heh, I knew that kid, he can't do anything else, but he sure knows how to complain!"
Chang Mao put on a look of extreme contempt, "Old Wang, don't panic. This is your Wangjia Village. Can an outsider really cause trouble here?"
Wang Quezi recovered, turned his head mechanically, and looked at Chang Mao, thinking, "If you don't know the situation, don't talk nonsense!"
"Old Wang has been the village secretary for over thirty years. It's not just because of his seniority and age."
"If he wasn't fair and just, would the villagers respect him?"
Seeing Wang Quezi's lack of reaction, Chang Mao said again, "Old Wang, what's up? Shall we go meet him?"
The group of thugs all looked unconvinced.
"Damn it, do they really think we're easy to bully!"
"Let's go, Old Wang!"
"We'll show him today!"
The group of thugs seemed even more eager than Wang Quezi.
"Let's go, let's go."
Wang Quezi limped, his gaze sweeping over the group of arrogant "brothers."
"Since things have turned out this way, we'll all take the blame together!"
Ten minutes later, the group of thugs arrived at the village committee compound.
"Lin Fan!"
"Get out here!"
"Damn it, I'll kill you today!"
Chang Mao, relying on his numbers, started shouting as soon as he entered the gate.
Wang Quezi knew the situation and deliberately slowed his pace, creating some distance between himself and them.
Bang!
A loud noise.
The door to the secretary's office burst open.
Wang Fugui stood at the entrance, his face stern and imposing.
"Who are you?"
"Where is Lin Fan?"
"Call him out, we have something to say to him."
"It has nothing to do with others, we're just looking for Lin Fan."
Wang Fugui saw their ruffian demeanor and immediately understood everything.
He straightened his neck, looked at Wang Fu behind them, and beckoned, "Xiao Fu, come here."