readx;??? Seeing the appearance of Mr. Qi's groveling servant, the young man snorted from his nostrils, strode inside, and ordered the three bodyguards behind him without looking back: "You wait here, I'll be back in a while." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Mr. Qi led the way and let the young man into his office. The young man was not polite at all, sat directly on Mr. Qi's boss chair, picked up the chewing gum on the desk, and threw two grains into his mouth: "Mr. Yang?"

Mr. Qi just poured a cup of hot water, respectfully put it in front of the young man, and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Yang, he really has something to do."

"Are you fooling me?" the young man was furious, slapped the hot water in the paper cup, pointed at Mr. Qi's nose and shouted: "You just said that Mr. Yang was not there, and he was here again for a while, and now he is saying that he is out." You Yang are always rats, are you idle and running around?"

A big drop of sweat oozed from Mr. Qi's head, and he explained vigorously, but the young man didn't relent: "This time, I won't look for you general, let You Shilong come to see me in the Malegobi Land, you owe Lao Tzu money, you still have a reason."

Mr. Qi was at a loss, so he had to stand aside in a daze, watching the young man go crazy. It wasn't until the young man's mood stabilized a little and put the sunglasses back into his jacket pocket that Mr. Qi said in a low voice: "Little ancestor, you are my ancestor, I know that Director You owes you money, after all, Director You is the leader of the country's formal financial institutions, you are jumping and shouting in the hall, and I really have no choice but to lie and deceive you Mr. Yang and Director You are really not there, if you have any orders, just tell me first, I will help you convey it as soon as possible."

The young man pondered for a moment, then took the sunglasses out of his pocket and fiddled with them in his hand, as if he was spinning his mind.

Mr. Qi was disdainful in his heart, and secretly scolded these rich second generations for being this virtuous, relying on the rich and powerful father, the nostrils are all on the top of the brain, and all of them are all bad. Some like drag racing, some like medicines, and some change women around them. This is good, the big winter, he has to desperately fiddle with a pair of sunglasses to play, not what is the quirk of the rich

Seeing that the young man was silent, Mr. Qi couldn't help but ask tentatively: "May I ask your surname, Director You, how much does he owe your father, what are you glaring at me, don't be suspicious, I didn't inquire about your private meaning, you told me, and I can report to the leader truthfully."

The young man looked at Mr. Qi suspiciously for a long time, then picked up a pen, knocked on the wet table and said, "My surname is Bai, and my father's surname is Zhang."

Mr. Qi couldn't help but secretly disdainful: "Okay, your surname is Bai, your father's surname is Zhang, and the family relationship of the rich and noble family is really messy."

The young man obviously realized that Mr. Qi was thinking about something, and his eyes widened: "What do you want, I have my mother's surname"

Mr. Qi was about to be collapsed by the young man, and shouted helplessly: "In the private affairs of your family, you can have whatever you like, even if you have a dog surname, and I have a penny relationship."

Mr. Qi's face had turned into a bitter gourd, and he took out a portable pocket note from his pocket, biting the pen cap and recording: "The surname is Bai, the surname is Zhang"

Mr. Qi raised his head and said pitifully: "Young Master Zhang Bai, how much does Director You owe your father, you said, or I can't record it here."

"Why should I tell you" The young man sat back in his chair, crossed Erlang's legs and said: "Anyway, a little person like you can't earn one-ten-thousandth of this money in your life, nonsense, you hurry up and call you Mr. Yang, it's my Young Master Bai who came to collect debts, let him hurry up and get me back"

The young man slapped the table heavily: "Otherwise, let You Shilong come in person, and Young Master Ben will talk to him personally."

Mr. Qi's tears almost didn't come down: "Young Master Bai, you talked for a long time, and finally returned to the original point, what did I do, but I want to stay in the company today, and meet such a bastard, it is really a blood mold that has fallen for eight lifetimes" The second half of Mr. Qi's sentence, of course, was said in his heart.

When the two of them talked about it, it was always these few words, over and over, and they didn't say a reason at all. Mr. Qi is old and refined, and he knows that young people will not reveal too much to people of his level, so in desperation, he had to dial Mr. Yang's phone.

Mr. Yang's name is Yang Tianhe, nicknamed Yang Daman, and he is one of the gold medal fighters that You Shilong has attracted on the rivers and lakes.

Yang Daman is the eldest in the ranks, and there are six brothers, all of whom are fierce and vicious, and they are in a group on the Changqiu Road, robbing and stealing, collecting protection money, smashing and intimidating, selling drugs and lending, and doing everything. So there are often people who are caught in, squatting in the bitter kiln for a few years and then released, the seven brothers have never been together, and they are nicknamed "dark gourd baby" by the Jianghu brothers on Changqiu Road.

At this time, Yang Daman was really not in the company, but in the basement of an ordinary residential building, with a few brothers, doing the act of imprisonment and lynching.

A real estate developer from the south developed a real estate project in the suburbs of Changqiu City, and due to the influence of the general environment, the capital chain was broken, and he had to borrow 2 million usury from Yang Daman's hands with seven cents of interest. When it came to the agreed day of repayment, he couldn't come up with the money for a long time, and he wanted to use the residential building to pay off the debt, but he was deceived by Yang Daman under the pretext of signing a contract, and he was beaten to the point that he was not human.

The businessman was tied to a chair, and Yang Daman carried an electric baton and kept stabbing the businessman's ribs: "it, Lao Tzu sees that you have a little strength, so I can rest assured that I will lend you the money, and you won't go out to inquire, what kind of character is I, Yang Tianhe, want to use a few sets of stinking houses on the street to pay off debts, you fool the ghost, you don't know anything about the real estate you developed, what is it called Jinshui Huating, Du Tee has repeatedly mortgaged to six or seven banks and small loans, and there are more property rights disputes than cow hair." I want to deceive Lao Tzu and tell you that I don't even have a door."

The merchant was stimulated by the high-voltage electric current and his whole body was sore, followed by an unbearable pain, uncontrollably flowing fishy yellow urine between his legs, tears and snot all over his face, and he begged bitterly: "I really have no money, I really have no money, you can transfer all the buildings in the name of my construction company, I don't want anything, please don't beat me again." ”

Yang Daman raised the belt in his other hand, and jerked at the merchant for a while, regardless of his head and face, until the businessman's face was covered with blood and his crying voice was hoarse, then he picked up a mobile phone, squatted down and slapped the businessman's face, and said step by step: "Don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't understand the ghost thoughts of you people, all the money you earn will be mailed back to your hometown, deposited in the names of relatives and friends, and then take Lao Tzu's money to build a house, and if you lose it, you will take a bunch of broken houses to pay off debts."

Yang Daman grabbed the businessman's sweaty hair, slammed it back, and said viciously: "Call your wife and children in the south now, and quickly remit the money to me with interest, and Lao Tzu will let you go, otherwise."

Yang Daman slapped the merchant's head hard, and his tone was extremely cold: "I dare to guarantee that on this day next year, your family will kneel in front of your grave and burn paper."

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