112: Chapter 112: My Father Never Competed with Others 112: Chapter 112: My Father Never Competed with Others Mu Yuming shook off his hands and walked away with flair, completely oblivious to the two little eavesdroppers hiding nearby.
“Your dad can’t fight.”
Wendy, who had witnessed everything, whispered to Li Mumu.
“My dad is a cultured man and never fights with anyone.”
Li Mumu earnestly explained, “But I’m different, as you know.”
Mu Yuming was a good man.
He never discussed work at home nor talked about his family with others outside.
As a result, a serious issue arose, many people had no idea what his beautiful wife and precious daughter looked like, because Li Ya and Li Mumu both lived nocturnal lifestyles.
One a homebody and the other a street-smart girl, due to their reversed schedules, they rarely came into contact with normal people.
In the same vein, not many people knew that two of Saifu City’s most troublesome figures, the Witch Li Ya’s husband and Li Mumu’s father, were actually one and the same person.
In the common view, witches were always either mentors and apprentices or mothers and daughters, men were merely optional accessories to them, or simply toys for satisfying physical needs.
Li Mumu had not expected to encounter such a classic novel-like scenario so soon.
It’s just that there was no hero to save the beauty, the one being bullied was still her own father…
By all accounts, this kind of plot should be highly toxic regardless of whether it’s aimed at male or female audiences, right?
One can only say that sometimes reality is overly magical.
“Why do you twist your mouth like that?”
Wendy asked curiously.
“It’s the hallmark of the future’s fashion trend.
When I tilt one corner of my mouth up 45 degrees, it means that I’m ready to slap someone hard.”
Li Mumu explained earnestly.
Wendy glanced at the man still unconscious on the ground and whispered, “Isn’t it not so nice to do this during the day?”
“Then what’s your bright idea?”
“Anyway, you guys are leaving next Monday.
Just keep this guy quiet for two days, so he won’t trouble your dad anymore.”
Wendy suggested enthusiastically.
“How about we burn this shop down?
Since your dad already paid them two thousand in compensation, why not use it?”
Compared to assaulting directly, this would minimize the presence of witnesses, allowing them to temporarily avoid suspicion.
Then burn this guy to a medium rare state and send him to the hospital as a vegetable, right?
I mean, it’s a little extreme.
Because a fight had just occurred, the teahouse was in chaos.
The perpetrator had left, the Shopkeeper had called an ambulance, and the other customers, not wishing to get involved with unnecessary trouble, hurried to pay and leave, whether they had finished eating or not.
Seizing the moment when no one was paying attention, Li Mumu sidled up to the unconscious man with his head bleeding, searched inside his suit, pulled out a slender, gold-colored business card case, took out a business card, and quietly returned it to its place.
In those days without mobile phones, people in the Jianghu World always carried business cards, noting their name, job title, and fixed telephone number for everyday social interactions.
Li Mumu glanced at the information on it.
The Business Manager of Blue Shield Logistics Trade Branch, a subsidiary of Huaxing International Commerce & Trade Co., Ltd., Zhang Zhaoyang.
Working under the same parent company as her father, just in a different subsidiary.
In those times, many large enterprises adopted this parent-subsidiary company structure because their business scope was too large to manage conveniently, so they set up subsidiaries to handle distinct types of business.
For instance, the Huaxing head office doesn’t only trade in military hardware, but also deals with chemicals, raw materials, seafood, apparel, footwear, and hats, among other things… These business operations can’t all be mixed on one logistics line, or else the logistics manager would go insane.
Beyond that, there are of course other factors such as avoiding commercial and legal ethical risks, and adjusting financial stock prices.
But none of this was important to Li Mumu.
“When you left the house, you brought that with you, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I thought I’d give it a try…”
Wendy immediately understood what Li Mumu meant, and her whole being lit up with excitement, “Can you really play it like that?
I didn’t think of it, but it’s definitely worth a try!”
After settling the bill, the two left the teahouse and quickly made their way to the nearest Pacific Bank branch.
The front desk manager didn’t put on a horrid face just because they were young, as if to say poor kids should scram or go find your mommy for milk.
After all, they were Chinese People.
The way bank managers adored Chinese people wasn’t much different from robbers, only a bit more refined.
Everyone knew that Chinese people had money.
Not just in cash, but they also had a love for saving money.
The only less likable trait was their reluctance to borrow money.
Wendy pulled out the family crest that hung by her home’s door, which looked no different from scrap metal, and said to the lobby manager, “We want to borrow some money.
I heard that with this crest, we can get an unconditional loan of one hundred thousand US dollars?”
The manager took the crest, carefully wiped the dust off it with a frown, and didn’t make an immediate decision.
Instead, he warmly smiled and said, “Ladies, please take a rest here.
I need to verify the authenticity of this crest.”
Wendy and Li Mumu exchanged a glance but didn’t say much.
If the crest’s function was real, then that would indeed be cause for celebration.
If there was no such thing, it would show that the information on the notebook was unreliable.
Either way, they wouldn’t be at a loss.
The two sat on the sofa for ten minutes, drinking tea and eating a few pieces of fruit candy, when they saw the front desk manager come running back, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.
“Ladies, I am terribly sorry for the long wait.
After our verification, the Freud Family crest is authentic, and our bank can fulfill your request.
He hesitated, then ventured,”Please don’t take it the wrong way.
I’m not questioning you, but just to be cautious, may I confirm which one of you is a member of the Freud Family?”
Wendy tilted her head and chuckled, “Neither of us.
Everyone from the Freud Family was killed by me, and I stole the crest.
Are you satisfied with that answer?”
The front desk manager’s face grew even sweatier.
If what’s written in the notebook is true, then this loan was meant to be “unconditional.”
Wendy didn’t need to provide him with any true information.
That’s just how these things work.
But when it comes to reality, it’s the specific bank staff who are put in a tight spot.
If this manager doesn’t clarify things now, later, when people come looking for trouble, they won’t cut him any slack just because he abided by this rule.
The Real World is indeed complex and full of contradictions.