Song Wancai immediately said with a smile on his face: "Brother, you have something to say, which company are you from?" "This guy owes too many debts, he is on credit everywhere, hiding everywhere, he doesn't give money if he has money, he can rely on it, and he pays it back when he is forced to do so.

"We're here to ask for compensation for Duwang cub! Hurry up and get out of here, or I'll set your house on fire!" Jiang Fan said viciously.

Song Wancai was so frightened that he sweated and said, "Brother, if you have something to say, I'll come down immediately, come down immediately!" He whispered to his little lover: "Call the police!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fan's voice came from downstairs: "If you dare to call the police, we will demolish your villa!" ”

Song Wancai was shocked, and he hurriedly said to his little lover: "Don't report the case for the time being, let's talk about it depending on the situation!" ”

Jiang Fan and Huang Fu came to the living room recently, Song Wancai wore a pajamas and walked downstairs, this guy is short and fat, five big and three thick, he is simply a lively Wu Dalang type. The brain door, the hair on the top of the head has fallen out, revealing a white scalp, fish bubbles, eye bags bubbled, as if puffy. Small nose and small eyes, smooth chin, thick and end-to-end limbs, and a belly bigger than a pregnant woman in October.

"Brother, who are you from Du Wangcub, I have already given him a pension, and besides, he is a patient, it's none of my business!" Song Wancai smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two cigarettes and handed them to Jiang Fan and Huang Fu.

Jiang Fan pushed away Song Wancai's fat hand, "As for the two hundred yuan pension, as far as I know, Du Wangcub worked overtime for three days in a row, and he was so tired that he had a heart attack and died, you have an unshirkable responsibility!" You must be primarily responsible for the death of the Duwang cub, so you must pay compensation! ”

"Brother, I have something to say, I feel very uncomfortable when Du Wangcub dies, I haven't slept well for a few days, you don't know what to do, I owe a debt that can be assed, the cost of the construction site is very large, how can I have money to compensate, so let's do it, here are 2,000 yuan for you to buy a pack of cigarettes to smoke!" Song Wancai took out a wad of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Jiang Fan's hand.

No way! This guy is a full profiteer, and he wants to play tricks with Lao Tzu, okay! I'm going to you, I'm going to you! Jiang Fan stretched out his hand to take the two thousand yuan, counted out the one thousand yuan and gave it to Huang Fudao: "Take it to make a pickle girl fund!" ”

Huang Fu immediately smiled and took the money, he knew that Jiang Fan was going to start blackmailing this big profiteer again, so he would watch a good show next to him.

Song Wancai saw that Jiang Fan and Huang Fu had accepted his money, and his nervous heart immediately relaxed, "Brother, there is a very good hotel near here, and the young lady there is also very punctual, you can go and have a good time, hehe!" ”

"Holy! You just want to send us away, Du Wangcub's compensation has not yet been settled! Jiang Fan looked at Song Wancai with a smile.

Song Wancai was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him had no intention of leaving at all, "Well, I just said it, the funds are tight, and I don't have the money to compensate, why don't you come and see it later?" "The old fox began to use the old method of pushing again, pushing if he could, dodging when he could.

Jiang Fan sneered, "You don't give me this set!" You are mainly responsible for the death of Du Wangcub, you want to send his family for two hundred yuan, your mother's heart is too dark! At the very least, you have to compensate him for this amount! Jiang Fan stretched out five fingers and put them in front of Song Wancai.

Song Wancai's eyes widened and said, "Five thousand yuan? ”

"I rely on your mother! You're asking for food! Jiang Fan stepped on Song Wancai's fat instep, "Ah! Song Wancai screamed.

"Fifty thousand, I'll give fifty thousand!" Song Wancai sweated in pain, the instep of his foot hurt his heart, and his bones were almost broken!

Jiang Fan shook his head, Song Wancai's eyes were almost protruding, and he shouted loudly: "You want 500,000?!" His mouth opened wide, and he forgot the pain in his foot for a moment. This is a lot of money, and for him, who loves as much as his life, this money will keep him awake at night!

"Congratulations! Go upstairs and get me the money! Jiang Fan said coldly.

Song Wancai was sweating profusely, "Uh, what are you kidding, Du Wangcub is just a rural migrant worker, how can he be worth so much money, and how can he put so much money at home!" ”

Jiang Fan sneered, "Damn! Your life is precious! All beings are equal, although Du Wangcub is a farmer, aren't you also a farmer? It seems that if you don't give you some color, you won't come up with the money! Xiaofu, haven't you had itchy hands lately? Just practice your fists and feet on his fat body! ”

Huang Fu pinched the bone joints of his fist, made a crackling sound, and said with a cruel smile: "With such a fat body, I have to work harder!" Huang Fu's fist landed on Song Wancai's bulging belly, bang!

"Ahh Song Wancai screamed, his brows furrowed, his face sweated, he bent over, and said hard: "You guys just beat me to death, I can't take out so much money!" ”

"Holy! This guy values money more than life, and I want to see if money is important or your life is important! Huang Fu's fist landed on Song Wancai's belly again.

"Ahh I don't have any money, so you can just kill me! Song Wancai shouted in pain, this guy is the one who values money more than life.

To Jiang Fan's deterioration of Huang Fu's expectations, this Song Wancai regards money as more important than life, and he doesn't give him money if he lives or dies, it seems that the blow to him is not enough! Jiang Fan had already seen a large pile of cash in the safe upstairs of him, at least a few million, and said that there was no money.

Jiang Fan's eyes rolled, he raised his hand to signal Huang Fu to stop moving, and looked at Song Wancai with a smile: "Do you think I don't know that there are millions of dollars in the safe upstairs upstairs!" You want to pay the bill, right, it's okay, we don't want the money, here is something to give to you! ”

Jiang Fan bent down and picked up two leather shoes from the ground, these leather shoes were Song Wancai's leather shoes, and they were still famous brands. Jiang Fan grabbed his leather shoes, walked up to Song Wancai with a smile, and patted his bulging belly, "You, what are you going to do?" Song Wancai said in horror, he didn't know what Jiang Fan was going to do.

"Hehe, your belly is really not small, it should be no problem to put two leather shoes!" Jiang Fan held the two shoes and silently recited the Maoshan transfer mantra, Jiang Fan's hand grabbed the leather shoes and slowly stuffed them into Song Wancai's belly.

Song Wancai couldn't believe his eyes, watching the leather shoes slowly enter his stomach, he felt that his stomach was swollen and uncomfortable, he was a pair of stinky feet, he had already smelled his stinky feet.

"The shoes are really in my belly!" He cried out in horror, and as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately vomited, and his stomach was extremely uncomfortable, and his heart ached.

"Needless to say, you've already felt the two shoes in your belly! How does it taste? It seems that it is still imported cowhide, right? Jiang Fan said with a smile.

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