177: Chapter 177 Wasn't the lesson from last time enough?
A red car stopped next to Qin Chuan.
This...
Qin Chuan was slightly surprised.
The car window rolled down, revealing a beautiful and delicate face. Xiao Chuyi was incredibly surprised, "Qin Chuan, why are you here!"
"Hello, old classmate."
Xiao Chuyi said, "You must be waiting for a taxi. Where are you going? I'll take you."
"No thanks, I'm heading back to Wanshun County."
"What a coincidence, I'm going back to Wanshun County too. Get in."
Since it was on the way, Qin Chuan didn't stand on ceremony. He opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. "Why are you here? Did you come to the city for something?"
"Yes, I just came to the city to handle some business," Xiao Chuyi said. "What about you? Why are you here?"
The two started chatting.
Qin Chuan had previously learned from Lin Jiang that after graduating from university, Xiao Chuyi had originally worked as a teacher at the No. 1 Middle School. However, she only did it for a year before successfully entering the Wanshun County County Party Committee through the civil service exam. She had secured an iron rice bowl and was now part of the establishment.
Upon learning through their conversation that Qin Chuan had been transferred back to work in Wanshun County, Xiao Chuyi was incredibly pleasantly surprised.
"Really? That's great!"
Even she didn't realize that hearing this news would make her so happy; she couldn't control her joy and excitement.
Of course, Qin Chuan didn't mention that he had returned to serve as the County Party Secretary.
Xiao Chuyi didn't press for details either.
She habitually thought that since everyone had only graduated a few years ago, it would be good to have managed a deputy section-level position, so she assumed Qin Chuan was just an ordinary member of the establishment.
Worried that asking further would embarrass him, she cleverly didn't ask which department he was working in after being transferred back. Regardless, as long as he was in Wanshun County, she was very happy.
Along the way, the two chatted happily.
Xiao Chuyi hadn't been this happy in a long time, so she took the initiative to suggest, "How about we have lunch together? My treat."
Originally, he wanted to go to Qin Family Village to see how the repairs to his foster parents' graves were coming along, but he thought going in the afternoon would be fine too.
"Sure. Let's call Lin Jiang too; it'll be livelier with three people."
A trace of disappointment flashed in Xiao Chuyi's eyes, but it passed quickly. She agreed, "Then you give Lin Jiang a call."
At noon, the three of them ate together.
Upon learning that Qin Chuan had been transferred back to work in Wanshun County, Lin Jiang was also very happy. This meant that everyone could see each other often in the future.
Lin Jiang mentioned Jin Rifei.
"Qin Chuan, you might not know this, but Jin Rifei has been having a rough time lately. His family was fined a lot of money, and he almost ended up inside."
"I guess they spent a lot of money smoothing things over, and he finally didn't get locked up. However, I estimate it really hurt them; all the money they earned over these years has been poured into it."
Hearing this, Qin Chuan smiled.
That was what he deserved. He hoped he would learn his lesson this time. If he jumped up again, it might not be so light; at the very least, he would have to be sent to prison for a few years.
After lunch, upon learning that Qin Chuan planned to return to Qin Family Village to take a look, Lin Jiang offered, "I don't have any classes this afternoon, so I'll go with you. I have a car."
Xiao Chuyi also wanted to go, but she had to work in the afternoon and had some important matters to handle, so she couldn't get away. She could only watch Qin Chuan and Lin Jiang leave with a hint of reluctance.
Lin Jiang's car was a newly purchased domestic SUV. They arrived at Qin Family Village in twenty or thirty minutes. Under Qin Chuan's guidance, they didn't enter the village but drove directly to the side of the graveyard.
From afar, he could see his foster parents' graves. After some repairs, the mounds were much larger, and a tombstone had been erected.
Qin Chuan took some offerings from the car, paid his respects, and only then did he enter Qin Family Village.
The car stopped in front of the old house.
Huh...
Qin Chuan was slightly surprised!
The Qin Jianshe family was actually home. The door was open, and Qin Jianshe and Zhao Ping were at the entrance. Seeing an SUV arrive, they specifically looked over.
When they saw that it was Qin Chuan getting out of the car, both of their faces sank, as if they were seeing a mortal enemy, their eyes filled with hatred.
Heh.
Sensing their gaze, Qin Chuan gave a cold smile. He understood in his heart that they must have used connections and spent money to get out of the Police Station.
Since he hadn't continued to follow up on those matters, the Police Station had probably let it drop.
Ignoring Qin Jianshe and the others, Qin Chuan took out his key and opened the front door of the house. He went in to take a look; it was still the same old state, and none of the things they had taken away had been returned.
That's illegal, truly illegal!
After looking around the house for a while, he came out and inadvertently saw several wooden stakes. These were...
He quickly understood what was going on. When building a new house in the countryside, one usually drives wooden stakes first to mark the lines and determine the area of the foundation.
The Qin Jianshe family wanted to demolish the old house and build a new one on that foundation, so they had driven in some stakes to mark the foundation area of the new house.
It was just that the positions of these stakes were clearly wrong. They were excessively close to his side, encroaching on at least three meters of width and over ten meters of length—about forty or fifty square meters of his homestead.
That was not a small area.
Without his consent, they had driven the stakes over. Qin Chuan frowned slightly and looked at Qin Jianshe.
"What is going on here? Why are the stakes driven over here? This is my land!"
Zhao Ping, that shrew, was the first to jump up. She said sharply, "What do you mean it's your land? This is all our land, it all belongs to our family. You, a wild seed we picked up, what right do you have to occupy our family's homestead?"
"Not only is all of this mine, but this old house is also ours. You, an adopted son, what right of inheritance do you have!"
Qin Jianshe also said, "Qin Chuan, don't go too far. This is the homestead left by our ancestors of the Qin Family; it all belongs to us, and there is no share for you."
It seemed they still hadn't learned their lesson and were still completely unreasonable.
In fact, Qin Chuan didn't really care about this piece of homestead. If their attitude had been good and they had spoken nicely, he could have even given it to them.
But if they wanted to forcibly occupy it, insult him, and be completely unreasonable, then he was sorry, he wouldn't give them a single bit.
"Then I will let the police come and reason with you."
Qin Chuan took out his phone and directly called the police.
It would take time for the police to arrive. Presumably, having heard the news, the two brothers, Qin Hai and Qin He, returned. Both were holding iron bars, looking like they were about to beat someone up.
"Qin Chuan, we haven't settled the score with you for the last incident, and we didn't expect you to come back. Good, good, this time we won't let you off."
"Brother, why waste words with him? Let's just beat him up first."
Lin Jiang, seeing the two brothers holding iron bars, was worried about Qin Chuan getting the short end of the stick. He blocked the front and said loudly, "Don't be impulsive. This is a society ruled by law; beating people carries legal responsibility."
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