These supervisors, one by one, kept their heads down and did not squeak.

Qian Kun is a well-known scoundrel, and he also knows a lot of social figures, and he also raises a gang of vicious thugs.

Who would dare to ask him for an account?

And this is the company's account, not their own money, who wants to risk their lives to collect money?

Song Zhongbin, the production supervisor, saw that no one was willing to ask for accounts, and Song Huanting, the daughter of the president, was so angry that her face turned pale.

He stood up and said, "Mr. Song, why don't you let me try." ”

Song Huanting looked at Song Zhongbin in astonishment, and whispered, "Dad, are you okay?" ”

Song Zhongbin said with a smile: "Your father and I used to be a sales manager, and I often deal with sellers, I can still figure out their thoughts, I will go to talk to Qian Kun, and I may be able to get the money back." ”

Song Huanting saw that no one else was willing to go, so she could only agree: "That's good, but Dad, don't be reluctant, it's best to get the money back, if you can't get it back, don't worry, let's find another way." ”

Song Zhongbin smiled and said, "Okay! ”

That morning, Song Zhongbin carried his briefcase and drove to Hengxing Company to ask for money from Qian Kun.

In the afternoon, Song Huanting just walked into the president's office.

The female assistant Lin Wei hurriedly came in and said anxiously: "Mr. Song, the big thing is not good, Song Zhongbin, the director of the production department, asked Qian Kun for the account, and was injured by Qian Kun's people." ”

Song Huanting lost her voice: "What are you talking about, my dad was beaten!" ”

Lin Wei said with difficulty: "Yes, Qian Kun not only didn't pay back the money, but also connived at his subordinates to beat Mr. Song." ”

Song Huanting asked anxiously: "Where is my dad now, and how is his injury?" ”

Lin Wei hurriedly said: "Mr. Song's injury is not serious, his skin is traumatic, and he is now in the production supervisor's office, rubbing and drinking." ”

When Song Huanting heard this, she immediately rushed to the production supervisor's office floor and came to Song Zhongbin's office.

Song Zhongbin's weak voice came from inside: "Who, come in." ”

Song Huanting opened the door and brought Lin Wei in, and then saw Song Zhongbin with a blue nose and swollen face.

Song Huanting said angrily: "Dad, the one surnamed Qian, he beat you like this?" ”

Song Zhongbin said embarrassedly: "I used to negotiate with him, his family lives in a mansion, and there are several new luxury cars such as Bentley Rolls-Royce parked in the garage, wearing famous brands and Rolex on his hands, but he told me that he has no money." ”

"I was a little excited, so I said a few radical words, and he immediately let his men beat me."

"However, my injuries are not serious, they are all skin injuries."

Song Huanting's pretty face was frosty, and she said indignantly: "This guy is really arrogant, I'll call him to reason." ”

After speaking, Song Huanting took out her mobile phone and called Qian Kun in person to talk.

Qian Kun is an old fritter, and when he received a call from Song Huanting, he was not afraid at all.

He insisted that he had no money for the time being, and asked Song Huanting not to send people to harass him all the time, otherwise he would be irresponsible if something happened.

After Qian Kun finished speaking, he said with a smile: "Hehe, Mr. Song, next time you ask for the debt, don't let other people come." ”

"If you really want to ask for the debt, then you can talk to me in person, let's go to the hotel to open a room, talk slowly, and if you don't talk for one night, I will pay you back."

How could Song Huanting not understand Qian Kun's dirty thoughts, she said angrily: "Qian Kun, don't go too far, believe it or not, I will sue you and make you an old man?" ”

Qian Kun smiled and said, "You sue me? ”

"Lu Pengyu, the chief prosecutor of Zhonghai City, is my iron buddy, we ate and drank together yesterday, even if you sue me, it will be useless."

"As for wanting to turn me into an old man, it's even more impossible, Lu Pengyu will help me get it, hahaha."

Song Huanting trembled with anger, and said angrily: "Okay, let's see." ”

After saying that, she hung up angrily.

At this time, Chen Ning knocked on the door and came in.

He looked at Song Zhongbin, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and then looked at Song Huanting, who was trembling with anger, and asked in astonishment: "Dad, Xiaoting, what's wrong with you?" ”

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