Chapter 19 I’m here for your awful engineering
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Three o'clock in the afternoon, Ryan woke up, feeling a lot more energetic.
"Mom, where’s my driving license?" He asked loudly. He was forced by his father to learn driving and passed his driving test during the last summer break. He didn't have a chance to drive after the test, so he left the license somewhere in his room before he went to school. But now he couldn’t find it, so he had to turn his mother for help.
"Either in the drawer of your room or your father’s study," Mrs. Melton replied as she continued knitting a sweater.
Ryan didn’t find it in his drawer, so he went to his dad's study to look for it, but as soon as he opened the door of the study, he was stunned.
The white ceiling cracked, exposing the cementitious roof, and there were serious water leaks on the crevices of the wall.
Mrs. Melton seemed to suddenly remember something. She quickly got up from the sofa and ran to the study.
"Mom, what's going on? Didn't we just buy this house this year?" Ryan hurriedly asked.
Mrs. Melton didn't know what to say for a while, standing riveted to the ground.
At this moment, Ophelia heard the movement and opened the door, looking at Ryan with hate.
"You still know to care about our home? Don't you only have your dear games in your eyes?"
"Ophelia, stop that." Mrs. Melton interrupted her.
"Mom, I must say it!" Ophelia didn't listen to her mother but stared at Ryan, telling the whole story.
The house leaked half a year after it was bought. Not only their house, but all the houses in Brook Field also experienced varying degrees of quality problems, such as cracks and leaking in the ceiling.
The residents complained and went to the developers, hoping they could help to solve the problem. At first, the developers replied with a good attitude, saying said that they would give everyone a satisfactory answer and soon solve the problems. But after one month after another month, they sent no one to solve the problems.
The residents negotiated to find the developers again, but the developers' attitude completely changed this time. They said that each resident would be given 3,000 dollars, with which the residents should solve the problems by themselves.
No one agreed, of course, after spending a sum of money buying a house. Cracks and leaks were only signs of poor construction in the houses. What could 3,000 dollars do? So, they demanded a settlement again.
However, after they refused to take the money as a solution, a group of black-clothed horrible men came to them. Those who wanted to make trouble would receive a good beating. No one dared to say anything in front of the threat of violence.
The next day, each resident received 3,000 dollars and a contract, which asked them to take the money and shut up.
They all refused to sign, but in the next few days, residents in Brook Field were tortured repeatedly. The windows of some houses were smashed, and the back tires of someone’s car were let down. What they couldn’t tolerate was that the children of some residents said that they were followed by strange uncles on the way home. To protect their children, some residents signed the contract in desperation, and a small number of the residents were still resisting.
Ryan's family was one of them. Mr. Melton was beaten for this last week and he had not recovered yet.
Ryan’s parents bought this house with all their hard-earned money. They didn’t expect to have such an unlucky thing happen to them. They didn’t dare to tell Ryan about this, fearing that it would affect his study, and they wanted to solve the problem on their own.
"Mom, why don't you find the relevant department to defend your rights?" Ryan was a little puzzled. It was reasonable to directly complain to the relevant department.
"We tried, but it's useless,” Mrs. Melton sighed. “The developers are in cahoots with the relevant department and no one wants to take the responsibility.”
"No, I must have it out with them." Ryan had been staying in school and was little more than a boy in worldly experience. He had been protected well by his family and never experienced the darkness of society.
"Enough! As if we didn’t suffer enough, you want to make the mess worse? Dad had already spent days in the hospital because of this!" Ophelia shouted.
"What? They beat Dad?" Ryan was annoyed, indeed furious.
Ophelia turned her head and didn't answer him, but tears welled up in her eyes.
"Don't worry about this, Ryan. Your dad will take care of it," Mrs. Melton said in a hurry, holding Ryan who was about to rush out. She didn’t want her son to be involved.
"Mom, don't worry, I won't do anything irrational. I’ll just go out to get some air." Ryan helped his mother sit on the sofa and turned around, walking out of the house.
Mrs. Melton’s face quickly resumed its anxious expression, while Ophelia looked at her brother’s back with a mixed feeling.
After leaving the house, Ryan came to the office building of the developers.
"Who is in charge here?" He shouted as he pushed the door open without ceremony.
"It’s me." A bald middle-aged man walked out of the office and looked at Ryan with a smile. "I’m Giles, the sales manager here. You need any help, Sir?"
"I’m here for your awful engineering of Brook Field. What do you say about the solution?" Ryan said straightforwardly, looking at him without expression.
Hearing Brook Field, Giles immediately changed his face and said like a thorough scoundrel, "Didn't we solve it? Sign the contract and take the money. You have no option."
"That's how you solved it? We’ve lived in Brook Field for no more than a year, but there are serious quality problems. What can the little compensation do?"
"It's your business. Anyway, we did give you the money for the damage." Giles continued to play rascals. He just did what his superior ordered him to do.
Ryan knew it was useless to argue with this guy, so he said, "I want to see your boss."
"Hey boy. Don’t go too far. You don’t have the qualification to see my boss. Get out from here, otherwise..." Giles paused, his tone full of threats.
"Otherwise?" Ryan looked at Giles, his eyes as hard as chilled steel.
Giles shuddered under his icy stare. Just then, several men of enormous size and terrifying aspect strode in, each holding a wooden stick and staring at Ryan.
"I advise you to sign the contract obediently and don't make trouble again. Otherwise, they’ll teach you a lesson until you sign." Giles’s voice rose when he saw his men coming.
Seeing Ryan still sitting leisurely on the sofa with legs folded, Giles got annoyed and gave his men a look.
The men rushed towards Ryan swinging the wooden sticks in their hands. The female salesmen in the store couldn't bear to see that and close their eyes, but then there came wailings and anguished cries. They opened their eyes in puzzlement. The young man was not beaten to the ground as expected, but stood in front of the sofa leisurely, watching the other men twisting about in pain on the ground.
Giles looked at Ryan in shock. He didn't expect the young gentleman in front of him to be able to fight so well. He knocked up six big guys in an instant!
Stay away from me!” Giles broke into a cold sweat, shaking his head hurriedly when Ryan walked to him. "I just acted on orders, and my boss told me to do this."
"Oh, who is your boss?"
Giles was about to say a name when he suddenly remembered his boss’s horrible means. He shrank back, glanced at the men on the ground, and quickly changed his words, "Tiger Watson."
Tiger Watson again. Ryan had heard about this name twice. He didn't expect this to be related to that man.
"Where is he?" Ryan grabbed Giles by the collar.
"I... I don't know. You can ask them! They are all Tiger’s people." Giles pointed at the men on the ground.
Ryan pushed Giles away and seized a man up. When he got what he wanted, he ran out without hesitation.
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