Ye Tian couldn’t fathom what his parents were thinking. How could they possibly forgive Wang Qiang after he bullied them and forcibly took 400,000 yuan? Now they wanted to return the property deeds and car titles to him? Where in the world is justice so cheap?
Fortunately, Ye Tian was now the one in charge of the family’s affairs, not his father, Ye Dayong. Otherwise, the family would be ruined all over again.
“Ye Tian, did you really pawn the property and car titles?”
Ye Tian suddenly connected the dots in his mind. If the two houses and the car had only been pawned for 800,000 yuan, he could surely get a better deal elsewhere. Based on the market, they were worth at least 1.5 to 2 million. With that money, he could immediately buy up all the Bitcoin in Yu Bing's hands.
Come November, once Bitcoin prices skyrocketed, he could sell everything for a massive profit—far outpacing any potential real estate appreciation.
“Yes, exactly! That’s what I wanted to tell you,” Ye Tian said. “Wang Qiang can’t repay us. In three months, the houses and car will legally be ours to deal with. If I pawn them to someone else, it’s the same deal if he doesn’t repay—it’s out of our hands anyway—”
“Ridiculous! How could you do this?” Ye Dayong snapped. “You only gave Wang Qiang 800,000 yuan for two houses and a car? That’s robbery! I’m telling you; the property and car cannot be touched. They must go back to him. His parents are almost 70. If their house gets sold, where would they live?”
Ye Tian scratched his head and looked at his father.
“Dad, what about the 400,000 yuan? Are you just going to let it go? We can’t afford to lose that money for nothing. If this isn’t resolved, the deeds and titles stay with us.”
Ye Tian had already made up his mind. By tomorrow, he would pawn the property and car titles elsewhere, secure the funds, and buy all 100+ Bitcoin from Yu Bing.
He had endured enough days without money. Now that an opportunity was within reach, he had to seize it boldly. In the world of Bitcoin, he was confident in his mastery of the price trends and charts.
Of course, he wouldn’t be like Yu Bing, foolishly investing in mining rigs. Mining was exhausting and slow. In any industry, the real profits went to the capitalists and businessmen, not the laborers.
By understanding the market, even if it was risky, he believed he could emerge unscathed.
“Ye Tian, don’t be too ruthless,” Ye Dayong said. “Good people are rewarded, and bad people eventually pay the price.”
“Dad, that kind of thinking is outdated. You and Mom have been good people your whole lives, and what have you gotten in return? Isn’t that, right?”
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Proudly, Ye Dayong replied, “Maybe we didn’t gain wealth, but we’ve made many friends, lived honorably, and kept a clear conscience. That is the best reward.”
Ye Tian forced a bitter smile. To him, these so-called rewards were meaningless. In the past, Ye Dayong had sold a house to Wang Qiang and invested all the proceeds in the stock market, only to lose everything overnight.
If this was the reward for being kind, Ye Tian would rather be a villain.
Thanks to his father’s words, Ye Tian had finalized his plan to gather funds for Bitcoin investments. A sense of clarity and purpose lightened his mood.
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At dinner, Liu Ping, his mother, sized up Ye Dayong. “Did you go to the stock exchange hall again today? Someone saw you there. You keep dabbling like this, and we won’t even have enough for our monthly dues!”
“I was just checking on a few stocks,” Ye Dayong replied defensively. “I picked them a long time ago, and now they’ve dropped by 30%. If I buy in now, they’ll surely recover. Think about it—if I invest 1 million and the price rises 30%, how much is that?”
“Mom, I’m starving! Let’s eat!” Ye Tian interrupted, steering the conversation away.
He knew his father’s mindset all too well. If left unchecked, his money would vanish in the stock market again. This only strengthened Ye Tian’s resolve to take control of the family’s finances and focus on Bitcoin.
At the dinner table, Liu Ping mentioned, “Your Uncle Wang called me today. He asked me to plead with you.”
Laughing, Ye Dayong said, “I bet he’s asking Ye Tian to return the deeds and titles. I already told Ye Tian—hurry up and return them. Don’t delay; we’ve been neighbors for so many years!”
Ye Tian stayed silent, eating with his head down.
“That’s right. Be generous, Ye Tian,” Liu Ping chimed in. “Some money can be earned, and some money shouldn’t be.”
Ye Tian nodded while stuffing his mouth with food, knowing full well what he intended to do. Tomorrow, he’d pawn the deeds and titles, secure the funds, and buy the Bitcoin.
Opportunities like this came once in a lifetime.
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The next morning, Ye Tian left home with the property and car titles, heading to a small loan office near the computer market.
The office was cramped and unimpressive. Inside sat a man and a woman, both with hardened faces.
Ye Tian placed the documents on the table. The man casually flipped through one of the property deeds, glancing skeptically at Ye Tian.
“How much can you lend?” Ye Tian asked directly, wasting no time.
“Are the property and car yours? Let me see your ID,” the man replied indifferently.
“Tell me how much first,” Ye Tian countered. “If it’s too little, I’ll leave.”
There were plenty of loan offices around—seven or eight on this street alone.
“Fifty thousand.”
Ye Tian snatched back the deed and turned to leave.
The man jumped up, hurriedly blocking his path. “Wait, wait! Don’t rush, brother. I only checked one deed. Let me look at the rest.”
After some hushed discussion, the pair finally offered 1.2 million.
“Two million,” Ye Tian declared. “Take it or leave it. Otherwise, I’ll find someone else.”
The man sneered. “Two million? Do you know how much your property is worth? We only lend up to 60% of its value.”
Ye Tian calmly took out his phone, called another loan office, and reported the property’s area and car model. The other office quoted 1.5 million.
He turned on speakerphone so the man and woman could hear.
After hanging up, he said coldly, “Two million, not a cent less. Otherwise, I’ll Walk out the door.”
Ye Tian’s confidence came from his deep understanding of these small loan companies. Their money wasn’t even theirs; they borrowed from financiers to lend at high interest rates. If things went south, they’d flee without hesitation, leaving their backers to clean up the mess.