Live-in Son-in-law

Everyone was stunned.

There might be no one else in the world capable of making extortion seem so classy and unconventional as Qin Yi.

For extortion, he cites historical references, even using the story of Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the Qin king. Quite the painstaking effort.

Qin Yi looked at the two middle-aged men opposite him, grinning to reveal his white, gleaming teeth, causing a shiver to run down their spines.

"Gentlemen, will it be card payment or bank transfer?"

Liu Yiren rolled her eyes, "Regular cards have limits. Only those super unlimited cards can swipe ten billion at once. People in all of Longxia who own such cards are very few."

"Uh..." Qin Yi was momentarily taken aback. He was just asking for rhyme, why is this kid so hung up on it?

"Then it'll have to be a bank transfer."

Qin Yi took out his phone, entered his card number, and handed it to the two middle-aged men opposite him, smiling, "Which one of you will do it?"

The two middle-aged men looked at each other. Ten billion! They didn't have the authority to decide, so they simultaneously looked at the old man.

"Old Gao, what do you think?"

The old man with the surname Gao was concentrating on healing his wounds, his face covered in filthy blood, looking quite terrifying. He glared venomously at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi squinted slightly, a flash of darkness flickered in his hand, a brick ready to strike this old guy again.

"Give me the phone, I'll transfer it to you," the old man spoke up.

Qin Yi paused, quickly put away the brick, walked over, handed over the phone, and said with a smile, "They say the Nan Family's wealth rivals nations, and indeed they are rich. Even a butler can take out ten billion, it's truly surprising."

"Hey, just out of curiosity, how much money do you actually have?"

The old man looked warily at Qin Yi. He wasn't a fool; how could he possibly tell Qin Yi how much money he actually had?

After a bit of maneuvering, he handed the phone back to Qin Yi, "It's done."

"So quickly?" Qin Yi glanced at it, then put the phone away and turned to look at the two middle-aged men, "Hurry up and take Old Gao back for proper treatment. How you look after the elderly, it makes me feel heartache."

The old man twitched at the corner of his mouth, pulling at the wounds on his face, contorting his face with pain.

The two middle-aged men smiled on the outside, cursing inside, hurriedly ran over to help the old man up.

"Young Master Qin, we'll be leaving now."

Qin Yi nodded slightly, "Take care. Mind your steps, the spirit grass growing from the cracks in these tiles is planted by me, worth a fortune, don't step on it, otherwise I'll be heartbroken again."

The three of them hesitated, not daring to move any further.

Finally, the two middle-aged men lifted the old man and soared into the air, quickly leaving.

Qin Yi turned back to look at Qin Ankang and said with a smile, "These people are really impolite, do they always fly in other people's houses?"

Qin Ankang kept a smiling face, a bit fearful inside. This Qin Yi was too cunning. Though he didn't see the broken tea set, he knew this set was absolutely not worth ten billion.

"Come, Old Qin, please come in."

"You first, Young Master Qin." Qin Ankang bent over, gesturing him in.

Qin Yi is greedy and treacherous, one must be extremely cautious, or else he'll catch you off guard and extort you.

Everyone sat down.

The broken tea set lay on the ground, Qin Ankang glanced at it, this junk was a modern craft item, worth at most ten thousand bucks at its peak.

"Yiren, quickly collect these shards on the floor, they're artifacts, even broken they're of research value."

Liu Yiren rolled her eyes, cleaned up the shards on the floor, and replaced them with a new tea set.

"Old Qin, have some tea." Qin Yi personally poured a cup of tea for Qin Ankang and handed it over.

Qin Ankang quickly stood up, taking it with both hands, respectfully saying, "Thank you, Young Master Qin."

Qin Ankang sat down, his hands trembling, the teacup in his hand as heavy as Mount Tai. That previous set had Qin Yi extort ten billion from the Nan Family. If he accidentally dropped this cup, who knows how much he'd be extorted?

"Oh, don't worry! This tea set is worthless, it's from the Tang Dynasty court, allegedly used by Yang Guifei," Qin Yi said with a smile.

It would have been better if Qin Yi hadn't mentioned it. When he did, Qin Ankang's hands trembled even more. He quickly placed the teacup on the table, afraid to touch it again. He scorned inwardly, "Does your Tang Dynasty court item come with 'gift' written on it?"

This tea set was actually a freebie given with the purchase of tea leaves.

"Old Qin, is there something you want to discuss with me?"

Qin Ankang paused and quickly replied, "If Young Master Qin has time, our Young Master would like to meet you."

"Oh yes, it was mentioned in his invitation letter. My memory, Mo Wuji wrote it beautifully."

Qin Ankang humbly said, "Our Young Master enjoys writing and the arts in his leisure time."

"Hmm, a good habit. Practicing calligraphy requires insight and perseverance, judging by your Young Master's writing, it seems he's been practicing for a long time."

"I dare not deceive Young Master Qin, our Young Master has loved writing since he was young, so he practiced from an early age."

Qin Yi nodded, "Then your Young Master must be quite an elegant person."

"Our Young Master has a gentle nature, enjoys literature and the arts, but his achievements in cultivation are mediocre. However, he greatly admires Young Master Qin, saying that one should live as freely and unrestrained as Young Master Qin."

Qin Yi squinted slightly, "Your Young Master has a good subordinate, you certainly know how to converse."

"Young Master Qin overpraises, I'm unworthy. I'm merely our Young Master's servant, doing odd jobs daily, grateful for the Young Master's acceptance."

Qin Yi smiled but said nothing.

"Alright, I agree to meet your Young Master."

Qin Ankang's eyes lit up, quickly getting up to salute, "Thank you, Young Master Qin, our Young Master will be thrilled to know you've agreed to meet him."

"But the meeting place..."

"Our Young Master said, it's all up to Young Master Qin to decide. Our Young Master is in Yinfeng City. He said meeting this way is more convenient, wherever Young Master Qin decides, he can come immediately, and won't delay Young Master Qin's too much time."

Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, a light that no one could decipher appeared in his eyes. He pondered for a moment and said, "Then tomorrow morning, at Yunmiao Teahouse."

Qin Ankang stood up, respectfully saying, "Alright, then I'll go back immediately and deliver this good news to our Young Master. Tomorrow, we will await Young Master Qin's esteemed arrival at Yunmiao Teahouse."

Qin Yi nodded slightly. This Qin Ankang was sharp, smart, and knew when to advance or retreat.

"Would you like a cup of tea before you go?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Qin. But I must quickly convey this good news to our Young Master, to let him rejoice."

In reality, Qin Ankang thought to himself: It's not that I don't want to drink, I'm just afraid to. This cup of tea, if not careful, could very well be worth ten billion.

"Young Master Qin, I'll take my leave! See you tomorrow."

Qin Yi nodded slightly, "Yiren, see Old Qin off for me."

"No need to trouble the Fairy, I can leave on my own," Qin Ankang hurriedly said, bowing deeply as he retreated.