CHAPTER 689: CHAPTER 691: LOSS OF OVER TEN THOUSAND

"Speak, who made you harm our Chili Sauce Factory?" Xu Nianhua stepped forward and questioned.

"Who, who harmed you?"

Li Jianbin was stubborn as a dead duck, but the police had laid out all the evidence before him, and that was all the stubbornness he had left.

Li Jianbin clammed up, thinking, he hadn’t said anything—maybe, just maybe, the other party would still be willing to pay him?

With that thought, Li Jianbin simply shut his mouth and said nothing. The crowd around him was cursing him, but he didn’t care; he had been cursed at his whole life. What was a few more curses? It wouldn’t cost him a piece of flesh.

"The net of Heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing through. You think they will still pay you money? It would be good if they don’t sever ties with you," Pei Yicheng stood next to Xu Nianhua, watching Li Jianbin cautiously. Even rabbits bite when they’re desperate, let alone Li Jianbin, who didn’t look like a good person.

"A lenient sentence for those who confess, a harsh one for those who resist. You think, if you don’t tell us, we won’t find out? By then, if your malicious actions have caused tens of thousands in losses to the Chili Sauce Factory, do you think you can afford to compensate?" Pei Yicheng looked down at him from a heights.

"Losses of tens of thousands?"

Li Jianbin was startled by the figure and began to retreat until he tumbled onto the hospital bed, his face pale.

In his whole life, Li Jianbin hadn’t even touched a thousand dollars, let alone ten thousand.

Compensate tens of thousands of dollars?

Even if they sold him, Li Jianbin couldn’t afford it.

"You, you’re lying." Li Jianbin shook his head and couldn’t bring himself to look up at Pei Yicheng, always feeling that his tall figure and strong presence were too much to look directly in the eyes.

Standing in front of him, he always felt so insignificant.

"Because you caused a scene at the factory gate, in just a few days, rumors that our chili sauce killed people spread overnight in South City. Everyone who bought our chili sauce came to return it, opened or not. We refunded them. From Gaoliang County to South City, do you think these many chili sauces aren’t worth ten thousand?"

Pei Yicheng’s words had weight as he casually pulled an uncle from the crowd and said, "This uncle here came from South City to return his purchase. Ask him how many returns there were because of the rumors."

"A lot."

The uncle didn’t know the exact number, he added, "The returned chili sauce piled up higher than a small hill, and we only saw one place. If there were several places, I reckon it would be ten thousand."

Ten thousand.

Upon the uncle’s assured reply, Li Jianbin’s first thought was that he was doomed.

"I have no money," Li Jianbin responded without thinking, his eyes darting panic-stricken around the room until he saw his three-year-old daughter struggling through the crowd. He pulled her over and said, "I have no money, if you want repayment, take my daughter."

Li Jianbin’s action earned him numerous scornful looks and reprimands from the onlookers.

Hu Aimei, hearing that her daughter was to be collaterized, fought her way through the crowd like a madwoman, snatched her daughter into her arms, and glared at Li Jianbin, saying, "Don’t you dare think about trading YaYa."

"A financial burden, what’s the use of raising her for so long?" Li Jianbin often abused Hu Aimei at home, and seeing her like this now, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

Hu Aimei wasn’t about to let him hit her without a fight. The hospital room instantly became chaotic even with police officers in uniform present, who didn’t expect Li Jianbin to dare strike someone under their watch, in front of so many eyes.