Chapter 135 The 135th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 135 The 135th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chen Bozheng's prediction was entirely correct.

The next day, the story of Hu Cheng being swindled made the front page of the newspaper.

He was still in detention when a major incident occurred in Jingyang residential area.

It's important to know that the construction progress at Jingyang Community is far behind that at Jingyun Community. This isn't entirely because Hu Cheng isn't paying attention; the main reason is that the land there is much larger, and just laying the foundation takes much longer than at Jingyun Community.

So far, only four floors have been built, and the top floors are not even finished yet.

But all the money for the apartments in the complex is gone.

These days, buying a house is all done with cash; it's not as convenient as getting a bank loan in later years.

It is no exaggeration to say that the cost of a house is almost the savings of several generations of a family.

Everyone had a good plan: this neighborhood is cheap and in a good location. Even if the property prices don't rise much in the future, at least it will be convenient for the children to go to school and work.

But if the down payment is gone, can construction continue?

Early in the morning, around 8 or 9 a.m., the entrance to Jingyang Community was crowded with homeowners who came to demand accountability.

When Chen Bozheng and his group got out of the car, they saw a commotion on the other side of the road, with someone shouting through a megaphone: "Hu Cheng, you big liar, give me my money back!"

Liang Wenxuan stood there, looking at it again and again.

Chen Bo pulled him inside and back to the sales office. Liang Wenxuan was still reluctant to leave, saying, "This is so new, why didn't you let me look at it a little longer?"

Chen Bo was boiling water to make tea when he heard this. He looked up at Liang Wenxuan with a wry smile and said, "What are you talking about? The homeowners over there are causing trouble for them. Let's just take a look and save ourselves the trouble."

Liang Wenxuan said with regret, "You know, if Hu Cheng weren't in the detention center, that would be hilarious. That bastard acted all high and mighty before, you'd think he was going to become a billionaire, but now, hehehe."

Liang Wenxuan was in a great mood, so happy that crow's feet appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Lin Ting and the others came over and asked with concern, "President Liang, what are you laughing at?"

Liang Wenxuan waved her hand and took out 200 yuan from her wallet. "I know about how you guys stood up for President Chen yesterday. You're all great, heroines. Here's some money for you to have a good meal."

"Thank you, Mr. Liang." Lin Ting and the others happily accepted the money.

Two hundred yuan is quite a lot.

Not to mention one meal, eating six or seven big meals wouldn't be a problem.

Chen Bo chuckled and shook his head.

Wen Chan and Zhang Yurong brought a lot of people back with them this time. Zhang Yurong's group was huge and impressive.

Escorted by seven or eight bodyguards, with maids helping with their luggage, and the butler Meilin displaying an extraordinary demeanor, their group attracted a large crowd as soon as they disembarked from the plane.

Hua Lingfeng and the others were so shocked their jaws dropped to the floor.

Although surprised, Hua Lingfeng's mother, Director Wen, acted very generously, gesturing for Hua Lingfeng and the others to come and help with their luggage. Then she shook hands with Zhang Yurong, saying, "Hello, Miss Zhang, welcome back to China."

Zhang Yurong took off her sunglasses and said politely, "Thank you, Director Wen. The weather is bad today, why did you have to come all the way to pick me up?"

"Of course," Director Wen said with a smile. "My superiors ordered me to treat you well, Miss Zhang. I see it's getting late, why don't we go to the State Guesthouse first? I'll treat you to a good meal tonight."

Zhang Yurong looked at Wen Chan.

Wen Chan nodded slightly, and Zhang Yurong smiled and agreed.

Director Wen observed this, looked thoughtfully at Wen Chan, and nodded to her with a smile.

The state guesthouse specially set aside an entire floor to accommodate them.

A donation of one hundred million US dollars is no small amount, and the dinner was even prepared by a "royal chef".

Hua Lingfeng, who is usually loud and boastful, didn't dare to utter a sound tonight.

Director Wen was very considerate. Knowing that they had been on a plane for more than ten hours and were tired, he told them to have dinner and rest well before leaving.

Wen Chan didn't want to stay in a hotel, so she went straight home with Chen Bozheng.

When she got home, her nose twitched, and she turned to look at Chen Bozheng, who was walking behind her with his suitcase. "Why does our house smell so good?"

Chen Bo was smiling as he walked to the door and pulled the light switch, illuminating the several pots of osmanthus flowers placed in the corner of the yard.

The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms fills the air, with a powerful and unique aroma.

Wen Chan's eyes lit up, and she walked over and squatted down to admire it.

Chen Bo smiled slightly, pulled his suitcase inside, and poured her a glass of water. "How about it? I'm planning to build a swing here later. Don't you love sunbathing? You can sit here and sunbathe on the swing whenever you want."

Wen Chan glanced at him, took a sip of water, and said, "Something's not right with you. Why are you doing all this all of a sudden?"

Chen Bo looked completely innocent. "Really? You're my wife, isn't it only natural for me to be good to you?"

Wen Chan raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on her lips, but didn't expose him.

She walked into the room with the cup in her hand and wandered around. The room was much the same as when she left, but there were many more books, mostly about architecture and English.

That English vocabulary book was so well-worn it had turned yellow from repeated readings.

She lay down on a recliner, her right leg crossed over her left, revealing a small section of her fair calf. "How is Wen Qunshu?"

When Chen Bo heard her ask about Wen Qunshu, a dark glint flashed in his eyes, but he remained nonchalant: "You just got back and you're already asking about him?"

Wen Chan casually turned on the TV, then glanced back at him upon hearing this, "Otherwise, who should I ask?"

Chen Bozheng felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, leaving him with a sour feeling.

He said, "He's fine."

"Good? No gambling lately?" Wen Chan's face turned serious as she looked at Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bo snorted inwardly, "He may want to gamble, but no one dares to gamble with him. I'll send him to work on a construction site, where he'll work alongside people every day. His pay will be withheld, and he'll only be provided with three meals a day. Even if he wants to gamble, he doesn't have much money."

The current rule is that workers on construction sites are usually owed two months' wages, and some sites even owe more, until the project is completed before payment is made.

However, in Jingyun Community, Chen Bozheng and his colleagues had all lived a hard life, and many of their coworkers were Wang Jianquan's brothers, so they didn't withhold wages and settled accounts monthly.

Wen Qunshu was an exception. First, he wanted to gamble as soon as he had money. Chen Bo knew that even if he forbade the casinos from letting him gamble, Wen Qunshu could always find someone to gamble with if he wanted to, and he had no way to control him. Second, Wen Qunshu was heavily in debt.

They withheld the wages so that I could get them back and pay off the debt.

"You're great! I knew it. You'd be fine handling things."

Wen Chan smiled brightly.

Chen Bo snorted, lowered his head to pick up the apple, and then looked for a fruit knife. Wen Chan saw his appearance, her eyes darted around, and there was nothing she didn't understand.

She pursed her lips, unable to suppress a smile, and sat down next to Chen Bozheng.

The two sat very close to each other.

Chen Bozheng could almost smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus on her.

Chen Bozheng previously thought that the fragrance of osmanthus was overpowering and that he would become numb after smelling it for a long time, but this fragrance smelled particularly good on Wen Chan.

The two were so close they could hear each other breathing.

Wen Chan watched as Chen Bo's face turned red from his neck to his ears, and a subtle smile appeared on her lips. "Are you jealous?"

Chen Bo was peeling the apple, looking down at it as if it could bloom into flowers. "Why are you jealous?"

"It's good that you weren't jealous."

Wen Chan smiled, resting her elbow on her knee and propping her right cheek up as she looked at Chen Bozheng: "You have no idea how much I missed you when I was abroad. I even dreamed about you once."

Chen Bo paused in his peeling motion, looked up, and his eyes, beneath his thick eyebrows, were exceptionally deep. "What did you dream about me about?"

His gaze was fixed on Wen Chan's face like a nail.

Wen Chan blushed and touched her ear. "I dreamt that you were wearing a suit, and you looked so handsome. Why didn't you wear a suit to pick us up?"

She casually distanced herself, pretending to pick up a newspaper and casually opened it to take a look.

Chen Bo saw her avoid him and a smile played on his lips.

"If you want to see it, I can show it to you now."

"Cough cough cough." Wen Chan almost choked to death.

She looked up at Chen Bozheng in disbelief, wondering if he had been replaced. Was this still the same Chen Bozheng?

"Didn't you think your clothes were too tight before?"

Are you reluctant to wear it?

Chen Bozheng has a very outgoing personality and prefers loose-fitting clothes. Luckily, he is tall and has a good figure, so he looks good in anything.

But his great physique also has its drawbacks. When he wears a suit, his muscle definition is too obvious, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, making him exude too much hormones.

He is somewhat conservative in this regard, so even though Wen Chan had previously praised him for looking particularly masculine in a suit, Chen Bozheng only wore one or two suits occasionally.

Chen Bozheng said, "There's nothing wrong with it fitting well. Besides, it's my wife's clothes, so it's no big deal."

As he spoke, his hands never stopped moving, rinsing the apple peel with water without breaking it, and then handing it to Wen Chan.

The moment their fingers touched, the man's burning heat seemed to radiate through them.

Wen Chan quickly took the apple, then lowered her head to eat it while reading the newspaper. "No, thank you."

She didn't want to stay up all night on her first night back home.

A hint of regret flashed across Chen Bozheng's eyes.

Wen Chan munched on an apple, secretly glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. He was watching the news broadcast with a serious expression, as if the wild man who had just flirted with her wasn't him at all.

Chen Bozheng noticed her gaze and glanced back at her.

Wen Chan coughed lightly, pressing her lips to her mouth, "Did something happen in the neighborhood next door?"

“Hmm.” Chen Bozheng said, “Hu Cheng will be out in a few days. I think after he gets out, his business in the community will be unable to continue.”

"What do you mean?" Wen Chan asked, intrigued.

Although the cash flow has dried up, it doesn't mean there's no hope at all. Didn't Hu Cheng find a rich woman? And what about his house? He can mortgage it and barely make ends meet.

As long as we can maintain our status and people still want to buy houses, a loss of several million, though not insignificant, is not unacceptable.

Chen Bo tapped his knee with his fingers and said calmly, "His relationship with his subordinates is very bad. Before, when he had money, everyone was counting on him to make a fortune, so they could tolerate any grudges. Now that things have gone wrong and Hu Cheng is in detention, there's no leader. Manager Liu over there is no good. I heard from some friends in the underworld that he seems to be inquiring about fleeing to Hong Kong."