Uncle Con Man
Match Twenty-Nine: Uncle Con Man:
It should’ve been his.
Men inherited clans. The Liao clan should be headed by a man. Khai put his daughter as the head instead. Jianjun would not settle for this. The clan should be his. All of that wealth, all of that legacy, all of that future. Khai and the men kept everything about his cancer a secret. Jianjun only found out about the death two years later. He fought to keep his composure when he learned the truth. The con man made the trip out to Beijing the next day.
“This is unacceptable!” he complained to the family’s lawyer. “The clan has always been ran by a man!”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the lawyer said. “The paperwork’s already been drawn up and sealed.”
“This was drawn up when the lady of the clan died.”
Jianjun gave him a strange look. “My sister?”
“That is correct, sir.”
“Isn’t there a way to challenge it?”
“Are you sure?” Jianjun fought to keep his gentleman composure.
“Yes, sir,” the lawyer said. “The paperwork’s been sealed and finalized. Miss Ju is now the clan’s leader. We are done here, good day, sir.” He slammed the door in the con man’s face before he could say another word. Jianjun gritted his teeth as he forced himself to smile.
This would not do.
That clan should be his and he was going to make it bent that way to him. Why not try and prove that Ju was incompetent to run the clan. That should be easy, right? She was young and a female. He just needed to cook up a huge scandal and take her down. Once Ju was forced out of power, the clan and all its wealth would be his.
The problem was he needed a huge patsy to help this kick off without a hitch. Luckily for him, the news gave him just the gift weeks earlier.
Jianjun pulled up into the city jail parking lot. He walked up to the front doors. The guard about to doze off for the evening jumped to attention.
“Hold it right there!” he said. The middle-aged man in the nice suit stopped with a smile on his face.
“Easy there, officer,” Jianjun said, putting up his hands. “I’m just here to visit a friend.” The guard raised his eyebrow.
“May I ask who?” he asked.
“This young man right here,” the middle-man said as he handed him a slip of paper. The guard read the name to himself. He handed it back without saying a word. Jianjun smiled and nodded.
“Thank you, officer,” he said. The nicely-dressed man pretended not to hear the guard saying, “I’m amazed that asshole still had any friends left.” Jianjun made his way through the guards and took a seat at a table in the visiting area.
“The inmate will be out shortly,” another guard told him.
“Thank you,” the con man said. He looked at his silver pocket watch. Minutes later, Junjie came out in an orange jumpsuit and handcuffed looking disheveled with bruises on his face. Jianjun smiled as the former heir sat across from him. The younger man stared at him with black eyes.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked. Jianjun gave him a cat-like smile.
“Aw, that’s not nice to talk to a potential friend like me,” he said. The former heir raised an eyebrow.
“What do you want, old man?” he asked.
“Oh come on, I am not old,” the con man said. “Besides, I’m here to help you.”
“Oh, let’s just say I too have a grudge against the Liao clan myself.”
Junjie gritted his teeth when he heard that name. Jianjun smiled as he prepared to make his case.
“You hate the Liao clan too for this, correct?” he asked.
“That little bitch and her friend put me here!” Junjie hissed.
“Would you like to repay them for what they have done?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know…” Jianjun glanced around before leaning forward. “Get your revenge.” He took in the younger man’s eyes growing big. The con man held up his hand as Junjie opened his mouth.
“Don’t speak,” he said. “Just nod if I am right.” The former heir slowly nodded. Jianjun smirked.
“Good,” he said.
“But how?” Junjie asked.
“How do I get the… you know… the payback?”
Jianjun frowned as if in thought. “You let me worry about that. I’m going to pay your bail by the morning.”
The former heir covered his agape mouth. “Are… Are you serious?”
Junjie narrowed his eyes at the older man. “How?”
“You let me worry about that.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Why are you doing all of this? I don’t have any way to repay you. My old man cut me off when he found out I wasn’t his son.”
Jianjun smirked to himself when he learned this. Hm, interesting… “I just want to help out a fellow ally.”
“But I don’t even know you.”
“Does that matter? You want repayment, don’t you?”
Junjie sat, frowning. The older man observed the expression on his face. He knew this type of person. Junjie was a bitter young man angry with his father, women that he raped, and the Liao clan. He lived the good life and did anything that he wanted. He could have sex with whoever he wanted and get away with it. When that party train grinded to a halt, the real world came and kicked his ass here in jail. Yes, this man would be the perfect tool to use to take over the Liao clan.
“Thought so,” he said. Jianjun stood up from the table. “I’ll pick you up in the morning.” Jianjun turned and walked away, leaving the inmate sitting there, puzzled. When the guards came and took Junjie back to his cell, the con man knew that he had him. Jianjun walked over to his car in the parking lot.
"Your love of money will be your downfall," he heard a voice murmur in his ear. The con man looked around. He shrugged his shoulders when he saw no one in sight.
“Hello?” Jianjun asked. He shook his head when he climbed into his car. What did it mean that his love for money would be his downfall? The con man didn’t dwell on it as he drove back to his apartment.
Back in the jail house, one of the guards happened to recognize Jianjun. What the conman didn’t know was that said guard and Hen-to happened to be good friends. When he saw Jianjun talking to Junjie, alarm bells went off in his gut. When his shift ended early the next morning, the guard stepped out into the parking lot with his phone in hand.
“Come on,” he muttered as the other line rang.
“Hello?” Hen-to mumbled.
“Hen-to, this is really bad,” the guard said.
“Guo? Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Guo, what are you during calling me this early in the morning?”
“Never mind that, Junjie is going to be released on bond and Jianjun is footing the bail.”
There was a pause on the other line. “Fuck. Thank you for letting me know.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Uh… keep tabs on him for now. I will let Ju and the rest of the clan know.”
“Thanks.” The guard hung up and took a deep breath. He tried to act natural as he walked to his car.