Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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"Mr. Fang, please spare me, I really just had a moment of madness." After hearing what Fang Jueyu said, Zhang Jingzhong felt half of his heart turn cold.

It was no problem for him to leave the film industry. He was almost fifty years old now, and his decades-long career as a director had already amassed a fortune enough for his extravagant retirement.

But if he had to turn himself in, with Fang Jueyu's temper and methods, there was no chance of any under-the-table operations, wouldn't that mean spending years in jail?

You have to know, in prison, there is a type of criminal looked down upon the most: sexual offenders. Even though he only attempted, he would receive no different treatment, and it was imaginable how miserable he would be inside.

"What's wrong, don't want to go to jail?" Fang Jueyu could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression. "Not wanting to go to jail is fine, how about staying a few years in my Dawn Mental Hospital instead?"

Zhang Jingzhong's head immediately shook like a rattle, who knew what kind of weird people were in Fang Jueyu's mental institution? If he ended up in that ghost place, the horrors waiting might be worse than those in jail.

In a month or two, maybe even a normal person like him would be driven insane.

"Since you don't want either, I'll give you another choice." Fang Jueyu snorted at his flabby body, "Put your clothes back on and cover that disgusting flesh!"

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Jingzhong, as if receiving a pardon, hurriedly put on his clothes that he had thrown aside.

"You know clearly what you've done, right? You should cover this young lady's medical expenses and emotional damages, shouldn't you?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll pay it all!" Zhang Jingzhong nodded like a pecking chicken. This girl wasn't some big star. At most, it was a little flesh wound, drawing some blood was better than going to jail or being in a mental ward.

"And also, you should gain her forgiveness, right? A forgiveness fee isn't too much to ask for, is it?"

"Not too much, not too much!" Although Zhang Jingzhong had never heard of such a thing as a forgiveness fee, at this moment he could only nod.

"Why does this scene feel so familiar to me?" Wang Cong rubbed his temples. It seemed like he'd seen a similar scene somewhere before.

"Oh right!" Wang Cong slapped his palm. Last time, when Fang Jueyu blackmailed that Gucang Sword Sect, it was just like this, wasn't it? Now, it truly seemed like history repeated itself.

"How about this, I won't ask for much, just compensate 30 million!" Fang Jueyu said casually.

"Wh... what? 30 million?" Zhang Jingzhong thought the matter could be resolved with a few hundred thousand at most, how did it suddenly turn into 30 million?

And that wasn't even the most important thing. The amount he'd earned over the years as an assistant director barely added up to this sum, and that included the houses and cars he had bought. To come up with 30 million, he'd have to beg everywhere.

"Hehehe, is 30 million too much?" Fang Jueyu chuckled cunningly. This 30 million wasn't just a random number; it was the result of Little Yi's investigation. His fixed assets and liquid funds combined roughly equaled this amount.

If the compensation were too little, it wouldn't be enough to hurt; the remaining money would allow him to live in luxury for decades. But if it were too high, he wouldn't be able to produce it, rendering it meaningless.

If Zhang Jingzhong forked out this money, he would soon fall into an extremely tight spot financially, possibly accumulating debts too. Being sealed off from the film industry, he'd have to find other ways to pay it back.

Other than this, he had almost no other skills, and he would likely experience utter misery for some time.

"Mr. Fang, I really can't come up with that much money." Zhang Jingzhong was on the verge of tears. He really should have checked the almanac before committing the crime, how did he run into this evil star?

30 million might not be much to you, but how many people earn that in a lifetime? Can a wealthy man like you compare with us ordinary folks?

"Oh? Really?" Fang Jueyu said, "The total cash across all your bank cards is around 7 million. Also, you own three houses worth about 19 million, several cars, and some stocks, which should be a few million. Am I wrong?"

"You..." Zhang Jingzhong's eyes were wide open. Everything Fang Jueyu said matched his actual situation without fail. How did he know? Did he have prophetic abilities?

"Trust my methods," Fang Jueyu said with a hint of threat, "I can't do things above the law, but I can have you face the severest penalties under it. Attempted rape can get you up to ten years, right?"

Zhang Jingzhong's heart skipped a beat. By the time he got out, he would be nearly sixty.

"And, I know about your tax evasion activities too, with quite a notable percentage. That could also earn you seven years, right?"

"And further..."

"Enough, Mr. Fang, no more, I'll compensate! 30 million, I'll pay it all!" Zhang Jingzhong's expression turned grim.

"Hahaha, old Fang, you could become a judge. I think, as young as you are, pursuing a master's in law wouldn't be a bad idea!" Wang Cong joked from the side.

"Mr. Fang, there's really no need for that much; he hasn't really done anything to me." The girl named Ding Ke pulled Fang Jueyu's sleeve and told him.

"You are too kind." Fang Jueyu sighed. There are some who remain unsullied despite growing up in muddy environments, but very few manage to stay that way. The girl in front was one of them.

"In that case, keep some of this money for yourself; I'll donate the rest to charity."

"Mm!" Ding Ke nodded and showed a sweet smile.

"Ding Ke, would you like to be able to speak and hear?" Fang Jueyu suddenly asked.

Ding Ke looked at him with incredulity; her deafness and muteness were congenital, how could it be healed?

"What is it, don't you believe me?" Fang Jueyu laughed.

Ding Ke didn't know whether to nod or shake her head.

"Hahaha, don't worry about whether I can do it, just tell me if you want to or not."

"Of course I do!" Ding Ke nodded vigorously, it had been her dream since childhood.

"Then it's settled!" Fang Jueyu slipped a badge into her hand secretly, then shot a glance at Wang Cong.

"Are you trying to build a harem?" Wang Cong grinned. Fang Jueyu had just brought in Fei Ke'er and Angel recently, and now here was another young, pretty girl. Though she was deaf and mute, Bai You could concoct some elixir to cure this.

"Shut up!" Fang Jueyu sighed wistfully, cursing those two little kids. They wouldn't stop pestering Guo Xinyu for a bed, and he hadn't had any fun in ages.

"Old Wang, could you handle the aftermath here? Take care of Ding Ke too." Fang Jueyu said with a laugh.

"Alright, since you're the big boss." Wang Cong rolled his eyes but still took the task.

"Hahaha, thanks a lot then!" Fang Jueyu gave Ding Ke a reassuring look, then left the hotel.

"What are you looking at?" Wang Cong glared at Zhang Jingzhong. "You've embarrassed me enough. Get lost. You have half a month to come up with the money. Don't think about playing tricks; even if I can't deal with you, he won't let you have it easy!"

Zhang Jingzhong still held onto some hope, but after hearing Wang Cong's words, it was completely crushed.

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