427: Chapter 427 Toughness

Han Jingyang was taken aback.

What was going on?

He came charging over and started knocking his head against the ground with loud thuds.

Was he begging for something or what?

Looking closer, oh, it was him.

Li Laowu.

Heh.

He was scared, so he came running over to apologize.

The person who had arrived was indeed Li Laowu.

Li Laowu knocked his head on the ground with loud thuds until he drew blood, then stood up with a fawning smile. He waved his hand, and after two young men placed a box in front of Han Jingyang, he continued: "Brother Han, I was blind and failed to recognize a superior person before. I was tricked into doing something stupid. Fortunately, it didn't lead to any serious consequences. So, I've come to offer my apologies. This is a box of antiques I carefully selected, worth over eight hundred thousand. Please, you must accept it."

When Li Laowu said this, everyone at the scene was shocked.

Eight hundred thousand worth of antiques!

Was it necessary to spend such a fortune just to apologize?

Eight hundred thousand; you could build a pretty nice big house in the village with that.

The crowd looked at each other and began to whisper.

"What is Li Laowu thinking? Apologize if you want to apologize, but is he stupid for bringing so many antiques?"

"That's eight hundred thousand. Forget building a house; that's enough to buy one."

"He blocked the Han family's sand supply for half a month, and now he's paying eight hundred thousand in compensation. Li Laowu must have kicked an iron plate this time."

"How much sand could you buy with eight hundred thousand?"

"Even if Little Han has really made it big, there's no need for this, right?"

"Exactly. One is a Feng Shui Master, the other sells sand. Two completely unrelated industries; was this necessary?"

"Maybe he's asking Little Han for a favor?"

"I can't figure it out. How did the college student who everyone said was arrogant and incompetent suddenly transform into a big shot that even Li Laowu has to fawn over or even fear?"

"I heard through the grapevine that Little Han has become a real big shot; people like Li Laowu aren't even worthy of carrying his shoes."

"Hahaha, stop talking nonsense. I'd believe that Little Han learned some real skills and got ahead, but a real big shot? Are you kidding me?"

"Is it that easy to be a real big shot?"

"He probably just knows a big shot. After all, Feng Shui Masters are always mysterious, so it's not strange if he got lucky and met someone important."

"Yeah, it must be that he knows a big shot who can keep Li Laowu in check."

"If that's the case, Li Laowu's motives aren't pure either. It's an apology in name, but in reality, he's offering benefits to climb the social ladder."

"That's not impossible. I just wonder how Little Han will respond."

Han Jingyang didn't expect Li Laowu to be willing to spend so much.

Eight hundred thousand really didn't mean much to him now. Every time he finished a battle and divided the spoils, the gold and jewelry he casually handed out were worth far more than that.

But he came from an ordinary family and understood the living conditions of ordinary people very well.

For ordinary people, this was definitely a huge sum, a sum that could help most families turn their lives around, or at least improve their standard of living by a notch.

In other words, it was a huge sum of money that could change the fate of most people.

For him personally, eight hundred thousand in cash wasn't much.

But he was a bit interested in eight hundred thousand worth of antiques.

Antiques held infinite possibilities. Perhaps some inconspicuous little trinket could yield a third, fourth, or fifth-grade high-level item. If he could get just one, he'd make a killing.

However, he glanced at Li Laowu's forehead and indifferently spat out one word: "Get lost—"

Li Laowu's enthusiastic smile froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if asking why he would be rejected when he had apologized so sincerely and offered such a heavy gift? What about the saying that you shouldn't hit a smiling face?

He was stunned for a moment.

Li Laowu regained his enthusiastic smile: "Mr. Han, I..."

At this moment, Shi Xiaoya suddenly drew her blade and slashed down.

"Whoosh—"

The gleaming katana brushed past the tip of Li Laowu's nose.

Li Laowu felt like he had been struck by lightning. His whole body stiffened, and he held his breath, not daring to move. Only after Shi Xiaoya sheathed her blade did he quietly exhale, wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and slowly step back. He cautiously looked up at Han Jingyang, who had already turned away, and the cold-faced, murderous-looking Shi Xiaoya. He swallowed nervously, retreated to the car, and then quickly climbed in, fleeing with his two henchmen in a flash.

Shi Xiaoya sheathed her blade and walked up to Han Jingyang: "How should we handle this box of junk?"

"Smash it."

"Huh?"

"Do you really dare to accept things from someone like him?"

Shi Xiaoya understood instantly that Han Jingyang really didn't want to be associated with Li Laowu.

Since that was the case, smashing it was the best choice.

Return it?

Throw it on the side of the road and ignore it?

That would be fine for an ordinary person; the key would be to avoid offending anyone.

But smashing it on the spot was different. It was a show of strength, a way of not leaving even the slightest hope for Li Laowu to ease their relationship.

Offend someone?

Was he, Han Jingyang, afraid of offending anyone?

Shi Xiaoya didn't even look at the box and furiously slashed at it with her katana.

Amidst the "crack, crack" sounds, the solid wood box instantly fell apart, and the various items inside were also chopped into pieces by the sharp katana, leaving nothing intact.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

"Eight hundred thousand, just like that, gone?"

"What a spendthrift!"

"Even if you're rich, you shouldn't waste things like that."

"Now he's completely offended Li Laowu. I mean, you could have just refused, but why smash his stuff? This, this, sigh..."

"What a pity. They were perfectly good antiques, and now they're all junk."

"Those who don't manage a household don't know the price of firewood and rice."

"Young and hot-headed. Why go against money?"

But some people applauded Han Jingyang: "Smashed well! Otherwise, he would be looked down upon for no reason."

"Exactly. The Li guy has been running wild in the countryside for so many years. It's not easy to find someone who can deal with him, so how could he just let it slide?"

"The Han family is still the tough one!"

"The Li guy thinks he's great just because he has some stinking money. He thinks he can smooth things over by faking a kowtow and giving some gifts? Little Han doesn't buy that."

"Awesome! That's exactly the feeling I wanted!"

"Satisfying, satisfying, so satisfying!"

"The Li guy has been bullying the neighbors for so many years, and finally, he's met a tough nut to crack. Someone who doesn't respond to soft or hard tactics, someone who simply doesn't care about the Li guy at all."

"Look at Little Han's assistant, carrying a knife around. What does that mean? It means Little Han has really made it."

"Don't look at the knife; look at the people. Look at those girls, each one prettier than the last, like fairies from heaven. Without real strength, could he protect such girls?"

Han Jingyang naturally had no interest in paying attention to this gossip.

He had only one goal today: moving house, and incidentally discussing the general plan for the new house with the foreman.

Of course, he didn't need to do the moving himself; the villagers busily helped carry all the furniture onto the trucks.

Even a broken home is worth a fortune.

There were quite a lot of odds and ends.

Even then, he only picked the valuable and useful things to take; everything else was given to the villagers.

The villa wasn't lacking anything; in fact, he didn't even need to bring daily necessities, but his grandparents and parents were used to being frugal and couldn't bear to part with anything.

After much persuasion, he finally managed to pack only two trucks.

Otherwise, four or five trucks wouldn't have been enough.

He had just helped his grandparents into the car when he saw Li Laowu, who had just left, returning again.

Li Laowu's forehead was still bleeding, but he rushed toward him excitedly: "Mr. Han, I've obtained a treasure, the kind you like best. You must accept it this time, you really must!"