mtl008 Chapter 215 You should ask someone else to handle this.
Chapter 215 You should ask someone else to handle this.
As he spoke, his eyes reddened slightly, and his voice trembled involuntarily.
The old friend gently patted Old Master Fu's hand, sighed softly, and said with a flicker in his eyes.
“Brother, I understand how you feel, but this matter is too tricky. In this world, there are spies everywhere, and various forces are intertwined. If you are not careful, you may get burned.”
As he spoke, his old friend frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation and shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
Old Master Fu sensed the evasiveness in his old friend's words. He released his friend's hand, his expression becoming even more anxious. He waved his hands in the air and raised his voice.
"Brother, I know this isn't easy, but I'm truly desperate, that's why I've come to you. We've known each other for so many years, you can't just stand by and watch me die!"
His eyes were full of earnestness, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he didn't have time to wipe them away.
The old friend turned his head slightly to avoid Old Master Fu's burning gaze, coughed lightly, and said.
“Brother, it’s not that I don’t want to help, it’s just that the risks are too great. You know, my brother holds all the power in my family business. I can only do some shady stuff, and I have a whole family to support. What if something goes wrong…”
His voice grew softer and softer, as if he were trying to find the right words.
Old Master Fu gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and stared intently into his old friend's eyes as he spoke, word by word.
"Brother, as long as you can help me rescue Xingze, I'll agree to any conditions. Money is no problem; just ask and it'll be in my account immediately."
A glint flashed in his old friend's eyes, but he quickly regained his hesitant expression.
He lowered his head slightly, remained silent for a moment, then held up five fingers, waved them in the air, and said softly.
"Brother, it's not that I'm heartless, it's just that this is too risky. It has to be at least this amount, and it has to be in cash, not a penny less."
His eyes held a hint of greed, but he tried to mask it with helplessness.
Old Master Fu's expression changed slightly. This number far exceeded his expectations, but at this moment he had no way out.
He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Alright, brother, it's as you say. As long as you can get it done, the money will be delivered to you immediately."
The old friend nodded slightly and was about to speak when, suddenly, Mr. Fu's phone rang. The sharp ringtone sounded particularly abrupt and jarring in the quiet room.
Old Master Fu's face turned pale instantly, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
He picked up his phone, but before he could speak, a deep and sinister voice, altered by a voice changer, came from the other end.
“Old Master Fu, I warned you before that it was best not to act rashly. We have seen everything you have done. If you want to protect the safety of the rest of the Fu family, then you should obey us.”
The old friend overheard the conversation on the phone, and his expression instantly turned terrified. He involuntarily took a few steps back, his hands trembling slightly, and he stammered.
"Brother, I think we should just forget about this. I have elderly parents and young children to support, and I really can't afford to mess with these people. I'm not going to make that money."
His eyes were filled with fear, and his voice became trembling and weak.
Grandpa Fu stared wide-eyed at his old friend, his face full of disbelief, and said loudly.
"How can you go back on your word now? Didn't we just agree on this? You can't do this!"
His voice carried a hint of despair and anger, and he gripped his old friend's arm tightly with both hands, as if trying to keep him there.
The old friend forcefully broke free from Old Master Fu's hand, his eyes filled with panic as he avoided eye contact, and spoke as he backed away.
"Brother, I'm sorry, this is too dangerous, I really can't do it. Don't make things difficult for me, I'm leaving now."
After saying that, he left the study in a hurry without looking back, leaving Old Master Fu standing there alone, trembling with anger.
The atmosphere in Old Master Fu's study was as oppressive as the deathly silence before a storm.
The sudden departure of his old friend was like a heavy slap in the face, striking his proud yet anxious heart. Anger and helplessness intertwined in his heart, and he desperately needed an outlet to vent his emotions.
All of his subordinates were summoned to Old Master Fu's presence.
He turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the group of subordinates standing to the side, not daring to breathe.
In an instant, he seemed to transform into an enraged lion, veins bulging on his forehead, each one like an angry little snake, slithering across his wrinkled skin.
"You bunch of good-for-nothings!" Old Master Fu's roar was like thunder, exploding in the small space and making people's eardrums ache.
"I feed and care for you all the time, you bunch of good-for-nothings, but when it really matters, not one of you is any good enough!"
He roared and pounded on the desk, causing the writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk to bounce and scatter haphazardly all over the floor. The once tidy desk was now a mess, just like his chaotic heart.
"What have you all been doing all this time? Huh? You can't even find out who the other party is!"
His voice became sharp and shrill with anger, like a sharp knife waving in the air.
"You have completely disgraced the Fu family!"
His eyes were wide open in fury, and the burning rage in them seemed to want to turn everything in front of him to ashes.
The men lowered their heads, their bodies trembling like leaves, their faces filled with terror and guilt.
They dared not look directly into Old Master Fu's murderous gaze, and could only bury their heads even lower, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Finally, one of his subordinates spoke up, his voice trembling.
"But sir, didn't you say at the beginning that we shouldn't worry about them...?"
"You won't investigate unless I tell you? I'm supporting you all, and this is the result you give me?"
Old Master Fu strode up to one of his men, who was so frightened that he knelt down with a thud.
"Old man, we...we also investigated, but we really did our best. The other party is too cunning and left no clues..." The subordinate's voice was trembling with fear, filled with sobs.
"Trying your best? Is this all you've ever done?" Old Master Fu raised his foot, as if to kick his subordinate, but ultimately held back.
He paced back and forth in the room, each step heavy on the floor as if he wanted to stomp a hole in it.
"If you continue to be this useless, then get out of the Fu family! Stop embarrassing yourselves here!"
At this moment, Old Master Fu was completely blinded by anger. His anxiety and worry for his grandson made him lose his usual composure and wisdom.