Jiang Cheng took off his black mask, revealing a face as cold as a knife. He looked at Britney and her mother who were running away from him and asked helplessly, "You're not hurt, are you?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng's cold and handsome face, Britney, who was hugging her mother and crying, finally came to her senses. She thanked Jiang Cheng with two lines of tears on her pretty face, then turned her head and buried her face in her mother's shoulder, weeping softly. Milosa reacted almost the same way, crying on her daughter's shoulder. Both of them had suffered a great deal of trauma.
Kedar pointed at Jiang Cheng and said in horror, "It's over … it's over … You drove them away, but they'll definitely come back for revenge, and next time … next time, they'll definitely bring more guns and more people …"
Looking at Kedar's terrified face, Jiang Cheng frowned and said, "Then you think I shouldn't have driven them away? Let them bully your wife and daughter? "
Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Kedar was stunned at first, then as if he had lost all his strength, he crouched on the ground and began to cry bitterly, his face full of worry. If the group of African Americans came back, his family would suffer the same humiliation again! He did not know how he was going to live in the future.
It was unimaginable what kind of treatment an ordinary family would receive if they were targeted by a group of hundreds or even thousands of African Americans. Today's situation might play out frequently in the future. They were rescued by this strange man today, but how were they going to live in the future? Thinking of all this, Kedar was so anxious that he was about to cry, his mind filled with fear.
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't let them do anything," Jiang Cheng said calmly.
Kedar looked up at Jiang Cheng. Although he felt that this man was very capable, the group of African Americans was a group of thousands, and many of them had guns of all kinds. No matter how powerful he was, could he stop a gun? Perhaps once they saw the number of African Americans, they would abandon the family and run away.
Ignoring Kedar's suspicious gaze, Jiang Cheng looked at him and said calmly, "I'll only be here for two or three days. You should take this opportunity to move."
"Move?" Kedar stared blankly into the distance and shook his head after a long time. "That, that can't be done. We've wanted to move for a long time, but … but we don't have the money. Because of those African Americans, this house … can't be sold." His voice was helpless and dejected.
Jiang Cheng understood a little now. Although they wanted to leave, the African Americans were unwilling to let them go. Those who wanted to buy the house would be chased away by the African Americans, and Kedar's family lived in poverty. If they did not sell the house, they would not have the money to move. This was an unsolvable cycle. If Jiang Cheng had not appeared today, the family would only have three options.
First, to move into a welfare home (which they might not be able to do, for there were two complete laborers in the family, and they would have to sell the house to prove their homelessness). Second, to sell the house to the Negroes, and live on the streets in tenements, which would make life even more difficult. As for the third, there was only one word-death!
The third option seemed impossible at first, but it was highly likely. Perhaps Kedar would commit suicide with his wife. That way, his daughter, Britney, would be able to go anywhere and live freely without being threatened by the African Americans.
Jiang Cheng stared at the family for a long time before he sighed. He had been born poor and knew how difficult their situation was. For an ordinary family to encounter something like this, it would be like forcing them to their deaths.
After a long silence, Jiang Cheng said, "What's the market value of this house, including the land?"
Kedar looked up at Jiang Cheng in confusion. He did not understand why he would ask such a question, but after some thought, he still answered, "About, about a million US dollars."
"How much did the African Americans pay for it?" Jiang Cheng continued.
"Ten … one hundred and fifty thousand …" Kedar said dejectedly. He looked up at Jiang Cheng and said agitatedly, "This amount of money is not even enough to treat my wife's illness. On top of that, there's also the living expenses of our family. It's simply …" He did not continue, but tears fell from his eyes. Even a man could be forced to this extent.
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. Even though the land and the house were not big, the market value of a million US dollars was quite reasonable. If the African Americans were only willing to pay two hundred thousand US dollars, how was that any different from robbery? But these African Americans were all spineless. They only dared to pick on the weak. When Chen Ge asked them to mess with the rich and powerful, they would shrink back into their stomachs. Animal habits.
"How much does your wife's illness cost?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"About five hundred thousand US dollars. The doctor said … there's a one in three chance of a full recovery." Kedar was dejected. With his family's situation, it would take at least fifteen years for them to save up that much money, and that was under the condition that there were no unexpected expenses.
"Hmm, I'll think about it in the next two days and see how I can help you." Jiang Cheng stroked his chin and nodded. Five hundred thousand US dollars was not a small amount, and he could not just give it to them easily. There were too many families that had been bullied by African Americans. He could not just give money to every single one of them he met. Even if he had a fortune, it would not be enough. Furthermore, if he suddenly gave them a large sum of money, it might arouse suspicion, and after some investigation, they might even trace it back to him.
Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Kedar did not hold out any hope. This strange man might be a criminal himself. How could a man who could not even protect himself help him?
"But even if I can't think of a suitable solution in the end, I'll still give you a hundred thousand US dollars as hush money." Jiang Cheng said lightly as he walked to the sofa in the distance. "I believe that with this money, you can also rent a house outside for a period of time to avoid the limelight. You can take advantage of this time to sell the house."
A hundred thousand US dollars?!
Hearing this number, Kedar, Britney, and Mirosa all looked at Jiang Cheng's back in shock. Just who was this man? He was casually giving them a hundred thousand US dollars. That meant that it was not a big deal to him. Was he giving them money just out of sympathy? To give away a hundred thousand US dollars just because of sympathy, he was either extremely rich or a good person.
Jiang Cheng sat down on the sofa and leaned against the back of the sofa. He closed his eyes slightly and entered a meditative state. At the same time, he carefully observed the situation around him. He cultivated while preventing the black men from returning.
After a long time, Kedar slowly got up from the ground and came to his wife's side with his hands on his waist. He carried his wife to the bedroom with tears streaming down his face. Meanwhile, Britney sat on the ground and stared blankly at Jiang Cheng. There was a profound look in her eyes as if she was thinking about something and hesitating …
In the afternoon, Jiang Cheng sat on the sofa and cultivated quietly. He was not disturbed by anyone, and the African Americans did not return either. He had thought that another group of people would come back to cause trouble, but they did not come back. This was a good thing.
A few short hours passed in the blink of an eye. It was dinner time again. Britney was cooking the delicious seafood in the kitchen, and the aroma wafted in the air. Jiang Cheng, who was cultivating, could not help but open his eyes and look into the kitchen. When he saw Britney's skillful and elegant movements, the corners of his mouth curled up and he could not help but praise, "Britney, your cooking is really good. When it comes to seafood, you're not inferior to the chefs of three-star hotels in France."
Britney, who was focused on cooking, shuddered when she heard Jiang Cheng's words. Then, she turned her head to look at Jiang Cheng in surprise. When she saw his eyes looking straight at her, she looked away as if she had been electrocuted. She lowered her head and said softly while cooking, "Have, have you been to France?" She secretly glanced in Jiang Cheng's direction.
Jiang Cheng noticed Britney's gaze, and he smiled to himself. What a clumsy technique. She wants to find out about my identity and background just like that? She must be dreaming. He shook his head and said, "No, but there are many places where you can taste the dishes of French chefs. You can even taste them here in America."
Britney put a pot of seafood on a plate and asked impatiently, "Who, who are you?"
"I don't want to answer that question, and I won't. You know that it will only bring danger to yourself," Jiang Cheng said coldly with an expressionless face. There was a hint of warning in his tone.
Britney's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the seafood on the plate. She managed to steady her hand with great difficulty, but her face paled and she did not dare to ask any more questions. After making two more dishes, she ran into the bedroom to call her parents for dinner. Of course, Kedar was the only one who could walk out of the room. Milosa was so weak that she could only lie on the bed.
After the black men left, Kedar brought her to the bathroom under Milosa's insistence. They showered for two whole hours, as if to wash away all the dirt the black men had brought with them. Finally, with Kedar's help, she walked back to the bedroom and lay on the bed without getting up.
Under Britney's call, Jiang Cheng also came down to the dining table. He was indeed a little hungry, so he sat at the table and waited for Kedar to come out and start eating.
Not long after, Kedar came out of the room accompanied by Britney. He smiled at Jiang Cheng with a very unpleasant expression. After greeting him, he put some food on a plate and walked into the room with a knife and fork. According to him, he seemed to want to eat with his wife, and let Jiang Cheng eat as he pleased.
Jiang Cheng understood this very well. Milosa must have suffered a great psychological trauma today, and Kedar wanted to use this opportunity to spend more time with his wife. Since the two of them were eating in the room, only he and Britney were left at the dining table. So, he did not stand on ceremony and wolfed down the food.
Britney, on the other hand, ate very carefully. She chewed carefully and swallowed slowly. There was a hint of worry on her face, as if she could not make up her mind about something. She also stole glances at Jiang Cheng as she ate.
Jiang Cheng had long noticed her strange look, but pretended not to notice and continued eating.
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