The complexity of the matter is far beyond the scope of Zhang Qinghe's cognition. He's a mess, and he doesn't even have someone to talk to.

Insomnia, insomnia again.

Since coming to Jinshi, I have been suffering from insomnia for four days in a row. The body is already a little unbearable, the whole person is groggy, and he walks a little lightly. It's like when I used to play games for days on end when I was in college.

But at that time, it was pain and happiness, and now there is only pain left.

In fact, if you want to solve the problem of insomnia, it is very simple, that is, to see that Jinshi can have a turnaround.

But when I arrived at Jinshi in the morning, the headache happened again.

The debt collector came to the door.

At the door of the Golden Stone Building, there were twenty or thirty people, shouting at the security guards.

Don't think about it, these must be the private loans owed by Song Fuguo at that time.

"Let your stewards come out!"

"It's only right to pay back debts!"

"Pay back, pay back..."

The sound of debt collection is very rhythmic, and the business of repaying money comes and goes, as if in a chorus.

The security guards had never seen this meeting, and they all panicked, but they still blocked the gate to prevent the troublemakers from breaking in.

Zhang Qinghe also wanted to be happy, squatting on the opposite side of the building, smoking a cigarette, and looking at these guys.

In his opinion, these people are not the right people.

These people move in unison, black suits and white shirts, like debt collection agencies, and there are people in the front row who take the lead in shouting slogans, which should be the head of this group.

I don't know which creditor invited it, Song Fuguo has as many as 53 creditors, and the ghost knows which one sent it.

He sent a WeChat message to Song Wuwei: "No matter what, don't come forward, one word, drag." ”

He knows too well that a company like Jinshi, although it is a big problem now, is a camel that is emaciated and dead is bigger than a horse. The debt collection company does not dare to be too arrogant in front of everyone, which will not only have a bad impact, but once there is any conflict and the conflict escalates, it will be even more impossible for them to get the money.

These people just came over and shouted, made a fuss, to put it bluntly... It's just for disgusting people.

"Is it good not to show up?" Song Wuwei replied on WeChat.

Zhang Qinghe replied: "There's nothing wrong with it, you can't solve the problem if you come forward, do you have the money to pay it back?"

"The company still has one or two hundred million in its account, and I want to pay them back some of it first. Song Wuwei replied.

Zhang Qinghe looked at the WeChat content and snorted coldly, this young Dong is too simple.

"You paid back the money to this family today, once the matter spreads, have you thought about the consequences?"

Then he typed out a paragraph: "At that time, all creditors will know that Jinshi has repaid the money, so won't all come to the door to collect debts?"

"You are now only facing one creditor, and you feel that you have repaid the money, and your heart is at ease. But tomorrow you will have to face all the creditors. So there is only one word, drag. ”

"Well... Listen to you, where are you, have you arrived at the company?" asked Song Wuwei.

"Downstairs, I think it's going to be lively. ”

Song Wuwei: "......"

But after thinking about it, Zhang Qinghe was thinking that this was not a solution, he had to use something to block these creditors first, and at least he had to survive until the opening of the Jinshi stock market.

Otherwise, there is one today, two more tomorrow, and a few more later, which is not a long-term solution, and it will also affect the business situation of Jinshi.

He made a phone call to Meng Tianhua: "Meng Dong, can these creditors of Jinshi be contacted?"

"Yes, you'll know this as soon as you look it up. Meng Tianhua replied on the phone.

"Okay, tonight, you can contact these creditors, make an appointment, and call them out for a meal and a chat. Zhang Qinghe said with a smile.

"What is there to talk to them about?" Meng Tianhua asked puzzled.

"Move with emotion, know with reason. Zhang Qinghe didn't bother to explain, and replied simply.

"Okay, I'll make an appointment for you. Meng Tianhua said.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qinghe looked at the group of people at the door, and he had to find a way to blow these people away first, and the employees still had to go to work.

It seemed that he had thought of something, and the corners of his mouth smiled strangely.

I checked the information on my mobile phone, then dialed a number, pinched my nose and said, "Hey... Hello, is this Wang Hongliang, a reporter from Shangdu Daily?"

"It's me, who are you?" Wang Hongliang asked.

"I'm an employee of the Golden Stone Building, something has happened to our company!" Zhang Qinghe pretended to be surprised.

When Wang Hongliang heard that it was an employee of Jinshi, he leaned back in his chair lazily, straightened up suddenly, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Early in the morning, our company surrounded a large group of people, as if it was a debt collection company, and the appearance was too scary... We attacked our company's security guards and senior executives, and just now our company's director Zhang tried to persuade them, but they beat our director indiscriminately, and now our director fell to the ground and passed out. ”

Zhang Qinghe changed his tone, with a crying tone.

"How can this be reasonable, now is a society governed by the rule of law, and there are still people who commit murder and beat people in broad daylight, I... I know, I'll come over right away, and I'll definitely report this matter truthfully and crack down on bad habits. Wang Hongliang said indignantly.

Then Zhang Qinghe chose to call the police in the same way.

Economic disputes, especially debt problems, are difficult for anyone to solve.

But if the nature is changed, the result is different.

Zhang Qinghe looked around to make sure no one noticed him.

Then he lay on the ground and rolled a few times, and the suit, which was originally clean and straight, suddenly changed, and the whole person was discouraged.

Stand up and walk across the road. The people from the debt collection company also noticed Zhang Qinghe, looking at his unkempt appearance, everyone didn't know what he was going to do, and subconsciously made way for Zhang Qinghe.

Zhang Qinghe walked to the center of the crowd, and then shouted: "I'll trap you monkey." Then he fell in the middle.

Zhang Qinghe lay down, and the people in the debt collection companies around him were stunned.

What's the situation? No one touched him, why did this guy fall to the ground?

Touching porcelain naked in broad daylight?

A few horses who were closer to Zhang Qinghe glanced at each other, all stunned, and no one dared to come forward to check. Hurriedly beckoned the eldest brother to come over.

The eldest brother is thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a big back and a black suit, like a successful person, but the temperament he exudes can still be seen to be a little ruffian, and he squeezed in from the crowd.

"Boss, this guy touches porcelain, we... He did not touch him, and he fell to the ground. ”

"Hey... Wake up, brother... We didn't touch you, are you trying to blackmail us?"

The eldest brother gently patted Zhang Qinghe's face, "Don't pretend, wake up..."

Zhang Qinghe lay on the ground, not responding at all.

On the eleventh floor of the Jinshi Building, Wang Jing went to the staircase to smoke and glanced at the door intentionally or unintentionally.

When I saw the situation downstairs, my head was confused, what was going on?

Why is Director Zhang lying on the ground...

Not good!

Director Zhang was beaten!

He ran back to the office with a smoke, shouting as he ran: "Oh no! It's a big deal, Director Zhang was beaten downstairs." ”

After shouting several times in a row, Song Wuwei also heard the movement and looked downstairs.

Zhang Qinghe was seen lying in the crowd. With a buzz in his head, he ran out of the office without thinking.

Employees in the office area also blew up. Although Zhang Qinghe has only been in the company for less than a week, what he has done is in the eyes of everyone.

I remember Zhang Qinghe's arrogant appearance when he first came to the company. Combined with Zhang Qinghe's appearance now, his skin is dark yellow, the dark circles under his eyes are like wearing smoky makeup, and he can't walk steadily, either due to excessive use of the kidneys or insomnia.

It must have been heartbroken for the company.

Hearing that Zhang Qinghe was beaten, everyone was unwilling, and the first to bear the brunt was Meng Tianhua, who scolded in his heart, "Damn, those who ask for debts are so arrogant now! Director Zhang also dares to beat, who is that?"

"It's Jin Shi's big savior, beating him is beating me Meng Tianhua!"

picked up a broom and angrily took more than a dozen employees to save Zhang Qinghe.

"Who the moves us Zhang Dong, I'll fight with you!"

"You can't beat people if you owe money, what's coming at us!"

"That's it, you're too unreasonable, and there's no royal law!"

The two sides confronted each other and refused to give in to each other, but neither of them made a move, and they were talking about it. There is quite a kind of "what do you see, what do you see" look.

Three police cars came whizzing with sirens, and Wang Hongliang also happened to rush over.

Several police officers jumped out of the car and rushed forward to block the two sides.

"Stop! Put the broom down!" said one of the leading officers.

Wang Hongliang on the side took a camera to take a snapshot, especially a few close-ups of Zhang Qinghe lying on the ground.

"It's not a small amount of courage, gathering people to fight in broad daylight, and they have nothing to do, right?" said the police officer angrily.

"Hello officer, I am Song Wuwei, chairman of Jinshi Building, and these people have come to our company to ask for accounts. Lying on the ground is Zhang Qinghe, an independent director of our company. Song Wuwei said anxiously.

"That's what they did. ”

"Yes, our directors were beaten by them. ”

Song Wuwei shouted indignantly as the employees behind him.

"They talk nonsense, Team Wu... We are the ones sent by the creditor to ask for debts, and the man is not beaten by us, but he himself is lying on the ground..."The boss of the debt collection company said with grievances.

"It's you Zhao Wei again! I just came out of the detention center last month, don't you have a long memory? The detention center is your home, do you want to go in again!" Wu Team roared angrily.