CHAPTER 788: CHAPTER 791 HOW HAVE YOU CONSIDERED IT?

Li Fuyou, having left the Dongfeng Restaurant, did not get directly into the carriage but punched a fist against the wall of the restaurant, his hand instantly smeared with blood, showing the tremendous force he had exerted.

"Young master," Amo expressed with concern.

At this moment, Li Fuyou was brimming with rage, the bone-chilling hatred distinctly visible in his eyes. Ever since his public humiliation last time, not a single thing had gone his way, and apart from Amo, he wished death upon everyone.

He punched the stone wall repeatedly, and his hand rapidly became tattered.

"Young master," seeing his own young master self-harming, Amo was full of heartache and reached out to stop him, advising his young master, "Young master, don’t do this; ’Where there is life, there is hope.’ For now, our priority should be to sell the restaurant. We can exact our revenge later."

A moment later, Li Fuyou finally calmed down and said in a low voice, "Amo, let’s go home."

"Yes, young master."

Seeing that the young master had settled down, Amo was relieved, and they drove the carriage away.

Soon after they returned to the courtyard, and upon entering the house and seeing the cold food, Amo remembered and said, "Young master, you haven’t eaten all night. I will go out and buy something for you right now."

Just as Amo was about to leave, Li Fuyou stopped him, pointing to the cold food and saying, "There’s no need for that, just heat those up."

"This..." Amo hesitated, when had his young master ever eaten reheated food?

"Aren’t you going yet?"

"Yes, young master."

Soon, the meal was heated. Thankfully, the kitchen was still usable, all with utensils Li Fugui had used before.

As they ate, Li Fuyou spoke up, "Tomorrow, dismiss all the staff in the restaurant, and lower the price again. We need to sell it no matter the price, as we will be leaving the day after tomorrow."

"Young master..."

"Even if we can’t sell it, we still have to leave."

The mere thought of the magistrate’s smug face made it clear that Li Fuyou would never compromise. He was not utterly destitute and without Silver; he still had some of the Li Family’s assets and could easily make a fresh start elsewhere.

He didn’t need to die on this hill in Shanshi County. The vendetta this County had given him, he would repay another day.

"Yes, young master."

The two had their meal quickly and then rested.

The next day, all the staff at Dongfeng Restaurant were dismissed, and the price was dropped to the lowest, but still, no one was interested in purchasing. Time was pressing against them, and if it didn’t work out, they would just have to give up, yet he was reluctant to just hand over the restaurant to that corrupt official. Once the restaurant was sealed, everything would be up to that corrupt official.

At this moment, he sat in Dongfeng Restaurant in Shibao Town, the place already devoid of people except for him and Amo.

"Young Master Li, you sure were difficult to find. Who would have thought you’d run off to Shibao Town," said someone.

Upon hearing this, Li Fuyou looked up and saw that a government officer had arrived. His brow furrowed, his heart sank—could it be that they’ve come to seal his Dongfeng Restaurant? That magistrate’s actions were too swift, utterly ruthless.

"Officer Guan, may I ask what brings you here today?" Li Fuyou stood up and bowed with his hands clasped together.

"Young Master Li, I am here today to deliver a message from my lord. The lord says the three-day deadline is almost upon us; have you given it any thought?"

At these words, Li Fuyou clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his emotions, "Thank you for relaying the message, Officer Guan. Once I have made up my mind, I will go to see Master Li."