Outside the train station in every city, there is bound to be a row of small hotels with poor accommodation conditions but very cheap fees, and the Binhai City train station is no exception.

Dao Mingcheng wore an ordinary blue tunic, a peaked cap, a pair of washed yellow white sneakers, and a shoulder bag diagonally, no different from an ordinary factory worker, and walked into the 'Chunlai Hotel' with his head down.

The name is very magnificent, and the city's old luxury hotel 'Chunlai Hotel' is only one word, but the environment is very different, the light in the narrow corridor is dim, two people face to face to come over to the side to let go, the wall skin on both sides of the wall is mottled, every three or four meters in the corridor, there is a room, from the basic non-soundproof wooden door behind the accent of Tiannan Haibei.

Walking to the east end of the second floor, a door was hidden, and Dao Mingcheng pushed the door open.

Suddenly, an air mixed with the smell of smoke, sweat, feet, and leftovers rushed to his face, and even Dao Mingcheng, who had squatted in the small black room in the prison, couldn't help frowning.

The double room in front of me, which was no more than 15 square meters, was crowded with people, the bed covers had been rolled up, several people were squatting on it, there were also people squatting in the corners, the ground was full of cigarette butts, and there was no place to put your feet.

At a cursory glance, there were actually nine people crowded into the room.

Seeing Dao Mingcheng appear at the door, the room suddenly quieted down, and they all looked up at the door.

Closest to the door, a dark-skinned man in his fifties looked at Dao Mingcheng a few times and said, "Oh, you're Xiao Song, right?"

"It's me. Dao Mingcheng nodded.

"Come on, come on, come in, sit down, sit down. The man jumped out of bed, out of the way of a position exactly the size of his buttocks, and Dao Mingcheng leaned sideways before entering the room, half of his ass sitting down next to the plank bed.

The man closed the door casually, took out a pack of five-cent yellow plum cigarettes very enthusiastically, and handed one to Dao Mingcheng.

"No smoke, no smoke, thank you. Dao Mingcheng raised his hand and refused, saying, "The big guys are all here, right?"

"It's all here, let me introduce it, my name is Zhou Qun, I am from a chemical factory, this is Yang Jianjun Lao Yang, the ...... of the carton factory" The dark-skinned man introduced the nine people in the room one by one, from six factories, all of whom owed the most debts from the soda factory, or were the most urgent.

After speaking, he pointed downstairs through the window and said: "The nine of us are representatives, and there are more than a dozen people under the overpass opposite, and the factory called us to collect debts, so we were given two round-trip tickets, and we paid for the rest of the food, drink and accommodation by ourselves, and we will be reimbursed when we get the money, and we have to pay out of our own pocket......s if we can't get the money."

Lao Yang, who was squatting on the bed, interrupted him and asked Mingcheng, saying, "Xiao Song, let me ask more, you are also a family member of the workers of the soda factory, so why do you write to us to say that the soda factory has money and help us collect debts?"

The room was quiet again, and nine pairs of eyes stared at Dao Mingcheng in unison.

Of these six factories, four were originally going to send people to collect debts, but they were all at different times, and they didn't make an appointment together, but Xiao Song in front of him contacted them and invited all the people from these six factories to come together.

Before, this Xiao Song said that he was a family member of the workers of the soda factory, and knew that the soda factory had money, so let them come quickly, if it was slow, the money might be gone.

But this reason doesn't make sense, why should he help outsiders find a soda factory to collect debts, and what good will it do him?

"Hey, I didn't want to talk about it. Dao Mingcheng showed a very painful look, gritted his teeth and said: "My wife works in a soda factory, and she broke her shoes with the factory director Luo Yuan!"

"Oh......" The others suddenly realized, no wonder, this is to take revenge on the factory director.

Dao Mingcheng said, took out a photo from his bag, and handed it to Zhou Qun.

Zhou Qun looked at it, and above it was a young woman with a bit of charm, standing side by side with Luo Chengcheng, the director of the soda factory, standing in the auditorium of the soda factory, and there were banners hanging behind the auditorium, the 91 Spring Festival party.

The photo was circulated in everyone's hands, and then returned to Daoming Chen's hands, Dao Mingcheng put the photo back in his satchel and said, "Fuck, I can see through it, this woman just hates the poor and loves the rich, and thinks I have no money." I said in the front, if you can get the money back this time, no matter how much your family wants, I want 30% of the benefit fee!"

"Sansei?That's too much, isn't it?!"

"How can there be a harvest of 30%! No, no, no!"

There was a coaxing in the room, and the representatives of the six factories suddenly exploded.

With the rise of the army of debts, there are also a group of people in the society who specialize in helping the army of debts to investigate information and take advantage of it.

Generally, it is only one percent of the benefit fee, and it is one and a half percent.

It is too exaggerated to ask for a 30% rebate all at once.

But in this way, this Xiao Song is even more believable.

"Don't make any noise!" Zhou Qun, who was the leader, waved his hand, asked Mingcheng, and said, "Xiao Song, are you sure you can help us get money?" I know the situation of the soda factory, the benefits are not good, and there is not much money in the account, right?"

"I'm not sure I'm not going to look for you. Dao Mingcheng said: "I tell you, since I knew about my wife's contribution with Luo, I have been secretly Charlo's contribution. The soda factory has no money, but Luo contributes a lot of money, drives an Audi, uses Big Brother, speculates in stocks, and spends tens of thousands of dollars on a trip to a dance hall! As long as you can get Luo contributed, are you worried about getting the money back?"

"Really, you can't lie to us about this! What if Luo has no money?" someone asked.

"I'll tell you about the place, you can see it yourself!" Dao Mingcheng said: "Anyway, Luo Chengcheng is hiding now, and you can't find it yourself, even if you find it, you can't help it if he cries poor." If you promise to give me thirty percent, I'll take you to see what kind of life he's doing, and then I'll take you to arrest him. ”

"Thirty percent, it's still a little more. Zhou Qun hesitated and said: "I have inquired, and the people in the market who ask for debts are only given one percent." Besides, even if we catch him, and he doesn't give him money, what can we do?"

"That's not simple, you think, what you're worried about now is that Luo Contribution actually has no money, and it's useless to make trouble, if it's because the factory is not profitable, he can't change your money, he is not afraid at all. But as long as you make sure that he has money, and he has a lot of money, then you can go and make trouble, the soda factory is losing money like this, but he, the director of the factory, has a lot of money, this can't be justified, right? He must be afraid of making a big fuss, and he can't pay back the money when the time comes. ”

Dao Mingcheng paused, "Let me tell you, I have found out very clearly, the money he is greedy for is enough to pay off your debts! You ask others to help you ask for debts, even if you have to get it, you have to be incomplete." Listen to me, you can keep it all at once!"

"This ......" Zhou Qun and a few people in the room looked at each other, and finally, Lao Yang of the carton factory said, "Thirty percent is not good, two percent is not good, no more!"

Daoming Chen frowned, hesitated for a long time, and patted his thigh: "It's okay." ”

"Then when are we going?" asked Zhou Qun a little impatiently.

"You live here first, in the past two days, you send a few representatives, there are not many people, I will guide you to see who Luo Cheng is and what kind of life he lives. Then find a chance, you go with you, and take him down! But I can't show my face, he knows me. Dao Mingcheng said.

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Luo contributed to the past few days, and his life was quite moist.

It's almost the end of the year, the stock market that has been very declining in the second half of the year has finally improved a little, and it has been steadily rising for half a month, and the Lianhua he fancy really lives up to expectations, when the market is good, it has risen all the way, up a few percent today, and a few percent tomorrow, since the last time Liang Yifei was advised to buy, it has risen by almost 50%.

Buy up or buy down, the more the stock rises, the more it can continue to rise, according to this momentum, it is estimated that the Spring Festival will be doubled at the latest!

On the one hand, the stock has risen, on the other hand, because I didn't go to the factory in order to avoid debts, my wife was also sent to a guest house, and I was not at home all day, so I lived very freely!

He has a concubine in the factory, he used to go home every day, and he could only take the time to sneak out to open a room, but now he is okay, he simply lives together blatantly, goes in and out in pairs in public, and spends all day drinking and drinking, going to the mall during the day, going to the restaurant, and going to the dance hall at night.

In the past few days, the stock market has been growing, Liang Yifei has also made a lot of money, and from time to time he invites people from the big household to go to Lanyun Lake to play, today you will be the east, tomorrow I will be the east, the atmosphere is quite warm and harmonious, Luo contributed to the excitement, every time he took the concubine to Lanyun Lake.

Although this place is not accompanied by wine, it is definitely high-grade, and playing here can increase face in front of women.

Luo Contribution also has his own ideas, these people in the big households, whether they are the bosses of state-owned enterprises or the bosses of private enterprises, they are all top people in society, ability, connections, and money, at least one of them, can have a good relationship, or have a good relationship.

In the future, it is not clear who will be able to help whom, and who will get rich.

Besides, he may not be able to work for a long time in this factory, and when the time comes, he still has to rely on his 'friends'.

How to have a good relationship is also simple, eat and drink, everyone is familiar, and the natural relationship will be good.

It's like Liang Yifei, who didn't have a lot of trouble at first, but then they played a lot together, and they couldn't say that they were heart-to-heart, at least they could be regarded as friends of wine and meat, so they sold a lot of soda through him.

Tonight, it was Luo Gong's turn to be the east, and he originally wanted to go to the karaoke box, but Liang Yifei said that he had a little cold, and the closed box was too stuffy, so Luo Jiancheng opened a big booth in the first row of the song and dance hall, took his concubine, and drank with a group of big room bosses while listening to songs.

They are all people who run enterprises, and the topic is talking about the enterprise, and a boss asks: "Lao Luo, do you want to be laid off in your factory, break the three irons or something?"

"Our factory doesn't have this plan yet, what's wrong?" Luo asked Qian.

"I've heard that there are some kinds of three-iron breaking and three-iron in Jinmen, and the wrists are too fierce, some laid-off female workers have committed suicide, and some workers have gone to the street to make trouble!" said the boss.