Ye Fan didn't bother to pay attention to Brother Zhu and Qian Wuchang, wondering what thoughts and concerns they might have. He naturally understood their worries, but he hadn't expected them to be so afraid of him. Was it really necessary? He wasn't some monster who devoured people whole.

"Some time ago, a gentleman had his bag stolen at the bank. The money meant for his old mother's medical treatment was taken. This family wasn't wealthy, and losing their only money was a fatal blow. The old mother's illness worsened, and without money for treatment, she was driven out of the hospital and died. It nearly pushed the gentleman to jump off a building in despair." Ye Fan said calmly, revealing the purpose of his visit to the two, "This was done by your people, right? Don't claim it wasn't you."

As Ye Fan brought up this matter, Brother Zhu's soul shook. It truly was something his people did. At that time, he pondered briefly and then forgot about it. It was just a special case among many theft victims. If anyone was to blame, it was that family's bad luck for running into them. They had to survive, so naturally, they resorted to stealing from others.

Brother Zhu deeply understood his way of survival, doing his best to be meticulous, leaving few traces. Stealing from others was their profession. Of course, as he saw it, stealing from the vulnerable was only natural.

Because the price of stealing from the wealthy was too high. A slight mistake could lead to stealing from someone important, and then they would be in big trouble.

When that happened, the police would certainly come knocking. Being the boss in this neighborhood, it was impossible for him not to be implicated.

If they stole from ordinary people, even if the victim reported it, the police wouldn't intervene too much. Such petty crime cases were too numerous, and the police didn't have the energy to handle them, allowing Brother Zhu to remain at ease.

Over time, the thieves' livelihood grew increasingly rampant. Ordinary people would only pray that the thieves would target someone else. If they were unlucky and became the thieves' target, they could only complain to the heavens and let it go. Apart from cursing and getting angry, what else could they do? To pursue the matter, who could they turn to? Reporting to the police was of no use.

Thus, Brother Zhu's survival strategy was like this. In petty theft, they targeted ordinary people, fearing to offend those with backgrounds. In this crevice, thieves could survive like fish in water.

"Boss, it was my people who did it. I've heard about this tragedy too. It was quite the sensation online. But not all the blame falls on me. The lady's death was due to the hospital driving her out. Hospitals are supposed to save lives, not refuse treatment due to lack of money. Isn't that heartless? Even in today's capitalist society, they wouldn't expel patients." Brother Zhu defended himself.

"Zhu!" Qian Wuchang began accusing, seizing the chance to vehemently denounce Brother Zhu in Ye Fan's presence. Naturally, he intended to make a good impression, "Your people stole the money, and that's the main factor. How can you shift the blame onto others? Hospitals aren't charity organizations; why would they care about patients' lives? With money, you get treatment; without it, you're left to die. That's the reality. In front of the boss, you refuse to confess and take responsibility, only thinking of shirking blame. You're a real bastard."

"It's just an isolated case. My people have stolen from so many, yet such incidences are rare. Nobody wants these things to happen." Brother Zhu didn't refute Qian Wuchang's words but instead lamented with a mournful face, "I admit my guilt, it's unforgivable. However the boss wants to deal with me, I'm at your disposal."

He had no choice but to do so. Even the slightest discontent from Ye Fan could cost him his life.

Now that Ye Fan had brought up this matter, Brother Zhu had already guessed that he wouldn't meet a good end.

"People like you are like rats in the streets that everyone yells to hit. Do you know why people want to hit you? Because you make them hate you, wish they could stomp you to death." Qian Wuchang further mocked Brother Zhu, "You've stolen from so many people. If each person spat once, it would drown you. Do you understand? Even though you're living well, it's because you're lucky. Do you know your ancestors for eighteen generations have been cursed?"

Brother Zhu could no longer endure the accusations from Qian Wuchang and retorted, "Qian Wuchang, you parasite. You lend at usurious rates and then hound debtors, causing how many families to break and lives to separate. Just seven days ago, a family of three, with no way out, set themselves on fire in their rental home. Yet you dare to criticize me. You're a piece of trash yourself. Don't you know that?"

Qian Wuchang wished he could slap himself to death. He had just mocked Brother Zhu as the rat everyone wants to hit, never realizing he too was one of those rats reviled for generations.

"Am I suicidal? Why am I so cheap?" Qian Wuchang was internally weeping.

Like Brother Zhu, Qian Wuchang had his path for survival in this niche.

While one could say that existence signifies reason, this behavior was definitely irrational.

Ye Fan's intention was to point out the faults in the two. Since they had admitted it themselves, it saved him some lecturing.

At this moment, Brother Zhu and Qian Wuchang were like men awaiting execution, watching Ye Fan fearfully.

"Don't look at me like that. The police can't do anything to you, so naturally, I won't do anything to you either," Ye Fan said calmly.

People like Brother Zhu, under their control, had many heartless individuals. The existence of such people had certain reasons. No matter what, he couldn't possibly kill the two of them, right? If he did, things would get even messier. Without their restraint, those people might commit outrageous acts.

Therefore, Ye Fan's idea was to persuade the two of them.

Getting them to do good deeds was impossible; he could only urge them to shift their targets.

Brother Zhu and Qian Wuchang felt slightly relieved but still couldn't entirely relax.

"Do you know how many rich people are in Huaxia?" Ye Fan asked calmly.

"..." The two shook their heads in confusion.

"According to statistics from professional institutions, there are over ninety thousand wealthy individuals worth over a billion. Do you not understand the significance of this? It means that among less than twenty thousand people, there is one billionaire. Although quite a number live abroad, there are plenty of targets. Those rich people, why don't you steal from them? Why target the vulnerable? Ordinary people losing seventy or eighty thousand could be a fatal blow to a family. But for these wealthy individuals, losing that small amount is just a drop in the bucket." Ye Fan conveyed his message, "In the current situation, if you target the rich, it can be seen as robbing the rich to help the poor. You know very well how much you can gain from a single hit."

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