Song Bin was stunned: "Fifteen thousand, didn't I return this money to you?"

Sister Ling's sharp voice came from the other end of the phone: "Song Bin! You don't play a scoundrel, when will you pay back the money?"

That's not right!

Song Bin asked tentatively: "I gave the money to Brother Dazhu yesterday, didn't he give it to you?"

Sister Ling shouted, "You give him the money, should I say that you did it on purpose or do you have a big heart?"

She added: "Dazhu's father is sick, and he hasn't paid a penny, can he still take out the money when he gets it?"

"He gambles with you in the casino every day, do you know who he is?"

Song Bin's heart suddenly sank, and he thought it was over!

Most of the money can't be taken out.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Ling, if you give me a month, I will definitely pay back the rest of the money." ”

Sister Ling agreed.

"Okay, what you said, I'm not forcing you, the family has no money, and I can't spend it. We also plan to take Dazhu's father home, and it will cost a lot of money to do it at that time. ”

"It's gone?" Song Bin regretted as soon as he asked this sentence.

Where is Dazhu's family gone, but the family has no money.

When Song Bin was in difficulty, Dazhu spared no effort to help him, but now he is unable to help Dazhu.

Both of them were silent for a while, and Song Bin said, "I will return it as soon as possible." ”

The phone hung up, and Song Bin took a long breath.

I have to find a way to get the 15,000 dollars back.

He flipped through Huang Mao's phone and made a call, but he hung up directly over there, and didn't give Song Bin a chance to speak at all.

Song Bin wanted to ask where Dazhu Huang Mao was, but Huang Mao would probably go missing after taking the money, and I was afraid that no one would be found at this time.

That money is Song Bin's hard-earned money......

Maybe it's karma, Song Bin and Huang Mao's roles have been reversed, maybe the former self is the current Huang Mao.

And he was his family and friend at that time.

The corners of Song Bin's mouth flashed with self-deprecation, he finally understood how disgusted he was with those who had been hurt by him.

Put the depressed mood aside, there is not much time left for him, and the work is still important.

Most of Boss Li's customers are rich bosses, and when he came up, he asked Song Bin if he had a suitable villa.

Their needs for choosing a villa are different from those of many people, and in most people's traditional beliefs, or rather the perception of the poor, buying a house is to make a home for themselves.

But for those owners, buying a villa is not necessarily for themselves.

So their demand for villas is not very high, or even they are not sure what house they want.

For Song Bin, this is almost a money-giving business.

But there is a serious problem in front of Song Bin, Fuxing Real Estate does not have so many villas.

Even the listing of the haunted house last time was given to him by Xu Xian.

It's not obvious to send out flyers, or put up small advertisements to find a villa.

Those wealthy owners who sell villas, many will not choose to find a property like them for sale.

Most of the villas sold are only available in the sales department.

One is that the house is real estate, and the owner who can afford to buy the villa will most likely not sell the villa if he is not short of money.

The second is that even if they want to sell a house, most of them will not look for a property like Song Bin to sell.

He had an idea, Boss Li himself has some friends who are engaged in real estate, and logically speaking, he doesn't need to let Song Bin help him sell the house at all, and direct introductions between friends can also waive the intermediary fee.

Just following the house viewing, Song Bin was impressed by the degree of care he put into choosing a house for the customer.

After thinking about it, Song Bin became much more cheerful.

Boss Li has no shortage of listings, what he lacks is only professional sales of selecting listings for friends.

After a busy afternoon, sorting out the general idea and sales route, Song Bin got off work early.

Boss Li is probably waiting for his call at this time!

He knew what Boss Li was thinking.

Boss Li wanted Song Bin to take over private work, not through an intermediary, but just to let Song Bin choose a house for them and then give Song Bin a commission.

Song Bin is indeed short of money now, and Fuxing Real Estate has canceled the basic salary for him, and at the same time reduced the commission.

……

He was struggling, if he found Boss Li and owed a favor first, Shu Lin would not be able to explain it.

But if you don't find Boss Li, I'm afraid it will be difficult to earn more than 60,000 yuan in two months.

He had just told Shu Lin very firmly that he was willing to stay.

Song Bin's heart was caught in a struggle.

Before he knew it, Song Bin had arrived at the door.

Vaguely, he saw several familiar figures.

It's actually Dazhu's younger brother, and those street runners.

Yesterday, he was going to return more than 10,000 yuan to Dazhu, but today he dared to find it, and he didn't answer the phone.

He even dared to cheat his father's life-saving money.

Song Bin suddenly became angry, and rushed forward angrily.

Who knew that Huang Mao saw that Song Bin not only didn't hide, but also walked towards him.

"Where's the money? Didn't you tell your brother? You even cheated on your father's money for treatment, do you still have a little conscience?"

Before Song Bin finished speaking, Huang Mao knelt in front of him with a puff.

He had a lot of tears and snot, and he cried while holding Song Bin's legs.

"Brother Bin, help me, please! You must help me. ”

Song Bin was confused by his play, so he said: "What help you? What about the fifteen thousand? Where did it go?"

"Do you really have the face to come to me? I asked you where the money went when you said the righteous words yesterday and flipped my desk?"

Huang Mao snorted and cried, and said, "Brother Bin, I really can't help it! Do I look like such a conscienceless person? It was my father who went to the hospital bed." You paid back that money to my brother and my dad for treatment, can I mess around with that money?"

"After you gave me the money yesterday, I happened to meet the casino who asked for a debt, and said that I still owe them interest, and I took all the more than 10,000 yuan for them, and I can't help it! Otherwise, I won't be able to explain, and I won't have the face to see my father!"

Song Bin was silent for a while, and asked suspiciously, "What you said is true?"

Huang Mao nodded again and again: "Whoever steps on a horse lies, who goes out and is run over by a mud truck." Everything I say is true!"

"What about the debtor?" asked Song Bin with a dark face.

"At the casino, of course!"

"Brother Bin, my brother helped you so much, you can help me again! ”

This scene is a bit familiar, he seems to be like this at the beginning, but no one wants to believe him.

Song Bin sighed and said, "But I don't have that much money on me." ”

Huang Mao's eyes lit up, and then he said, "How many do you have, you can do as much as you want, and I'll figure out the rest!"