Chapter Ninety-Seven: Good Idea

As soon as it was broadcast, it was a barrage of mountains and tsunamis.

Jiang Ningning got on a small motorcycle and put on a small helmet, "This place I went to today is a bit far away, and I have crossed the province, so I have to start early, and I will talk to you when I meet a rest place on the way, and I can't talk when I am riding." ”

[Why do you want to ride a motorcycle across provinces? Isn't flying cars smelly? 】

[Where to go?] With whom to collect debts? The living and the dead? I'm going to give you a hot spot! 】

[Hahahaha, hot field, grave jumping? ] I'll go too! 】

"Go to Huicheng, okay treasures, hurry up and go! I'm just coming up to say hello to you, I'm broadcasting, let's see you at twelve o'clock! ”

[You don't have to say hello!] 】

[If you don't broadcast it, you are a father, if you want to broadcast it, don't be a father! ] 】

Huicheng.

In an old dilapidated primary school room of more than 80 square meters, Qian Peng's father, Qian Guodong, woke up from his sleep with a spirit.

Sweating profusely and frightened, he gasped for a few breaths, turned his head and slapped Song Jinhua next to him to wake up, Qian Peng.

"Still sleeping, you can't sleep, wake up!"

Song Jinhua was dreaming, and was woken up by Qian Guodong's slap, and a spirit almost rolled to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he was full of horror, trembling, and his face was gray and gray, "Dad, Peng Peng gave me a dream." ”

Qian Guodong's originally pale face immediately turned a little whiter, "He also gave you a dream?" Say what? ”

Song Jinhua swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Said that he wanted to give Xu Xinyang the money stored in our place." ”

Qian Guodong's gray face turned blue, "That's impossible!" ”

Song Jinhua continued: "Peng Peng also said that he was harmed by Xiao Youyu during his lifetime, and he was separated from Xu Xinyang and his wife, and he did something sorry for Xinyang, and now Xinyang hates him, he can't have a good baby, although it is all Xiao Youyou's fault, but if we return the money to Xinyang, Xinyang forgives him, he can be the grandson of the richest man!" ”

Qian Guodong frowned, "This dream is the same as what I did, did he still tell you that it was a person named Jiang Ningning who asked him to support the dream?" Let's do as he says? ”

Song Jinhua sweated anxiously and nodded.

"Yes, Dad, what's going on? This Jiang Ningning I also swiped her live broadcast yesterday, Xu Xinyang went to her and said that she wanted her to help collect debts with Qian Peng, last night said to collect debts, and Peng Peng gave us a dream last night, this is too scary, the point is that the people who let her find the door were arrested! ”

Song Jinhua was scared to death.

Qian Guodong was also scared.

Yesterday, when Song Jinhua swiped the live broadcast, the two of them laughed and scolded Xu Xinyang for being an idiot and dreaming, can they get the money back if they find a debt collection anchor? It's really unbelievable.

But now—

The couple stared at each other for a moment, and Qian Guodong suddenly turned over and fell to the ground.

"That Jiang Ningning has to smash the wall every time she goes to collect debts, but there is no problem in the wall of our house, I am not afraid of her smashing, and our house has a special structure, all of which are load-bearing walls, and she doesn't dare to smash them."

"The two of us have never done anything immoral in our lives, and we are not afraid that she will find any evidence to send us in."

"We're not afraid of shadows!"

"As for money, Xinyang and Peng Peng haven't divorced yet, Peng Peng's front foot just died, Xinyang asked Jiang Ningning to collect debts with us, she doesn't take care of it, we belong to the weak side, we just didn't have a son, the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, and he had to face a vicious daughter-in-law...... Let me think, let me think about it. ”

At the beginning, Qian Peng was able to hollow out Xu Xinyang's parents' money and get Xu Xinyang's grandmother's large inheritance, but he had a lot of ideas.

I will definitely think of a good way this time.

As soon as he said this, Song Jinhua also hurriedly turned over and went to the ground, "Then you think, I'll make you breakfast first." ”

Finish eating two bowls of lo mein.

The two sat face to face at the dining table.

"Is there a way?" Song Jinhua asked with anticipation and full of dependence.

Qian Guodong said: "Didn't Peng Peng get close to Xiao Youyou before his death, in this way, if this Jiang Ningning can really find our family, let's cry, cry Peng Peng's death is wronged, crying Xiao Youyou is not a thing, just say that Peng Peng's money has been cheated away by Xiao Youyou, let's apologize to Xinyang, play the family card to Xinyang, and netizens eat this set." ”

Song Jinhua glared, "Woe to the east, good idea!" ”

The mind is settled, and the old couple is fearless.

Arrange it at home immediately.

Qian Peng's portrait was placed in the most conspicuous position.

Before the first seven days, the incense and candle offerings were placed.

After everything was cleaned up, Song Jinhua picked up her mobile phone and turned on the live broadcast, and went directly to [Funeral Service Miss Jiang: Live Broadcast to Collect Debts].

At a glance, when he saw Jiang Ningning's live video of getting up in the morning, he suddenly exclaimed, "Dad, this Jiang Ningning said that he was going to come to collect debts at seven o'clock in the morning!" Speaking of Huicheng! It's really coming to our house! ”

Qian Guodong sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and took a sip of soft China.

"What's the hurry, aren't we all arranged! You go and make yourself haggard. ”

Ever since my son died—

The two of them spent money freely, and they didn't take it too seriously and sadly.

When the son is dead, how can it not be sad to be a parent, especially a father and mother.

Which white-haired person sends a black-haired person is not digging out the heart and removing the bones.

But—

In the past, when Qian Peng was alive, they had to tell Qian Peng what money they wanted to spend, after all, the money was given by Qian Peng, and this kind of taste of reaching out to ask for money was very detrimental to dignity.

Now that Qian Peng is dead, all the money is left with them.

Millions!

So much money!

It's all them!

Both of them are in their sixties, and this open flower is open enough for decades.

Qian Guodong's calmness infected Song Guihua, and Song Guihua also calmed down and went to the bathroom to make herself look more vicissitudes.

When I walked to the door of the bathroom, I suddenly heard the sound of slamming the door.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The smash was so hard and ferocious, it was like smashing the heart.

Song Jinhua's eyelids jumped suddenly, and she turned her head to Qian Guodong and said, "It's here!" Didn't you say twelve o'clock, it's just over eleven o'clock! ”

Qian Guodong took a sharp puff of cigarette, and then extinguished the remaining half of the ashtray.

As soon as he rolled up his sleeves, he cried when he got up, "My Peng Peng, you died so miserably!" You're just dead, how do you let your dad live! Peng Peng! ”

As soon as he cried, Song Jinhua reacted immediately and cried as well.

"Peng Peng, how difficult it is for your parents to send you out of the countryside to study in college, find a job and start a family, how can you bear to leave your parents and leave early! My Pengpeng! ”

The two of them cried into tears, and no one went to open the door.

Isn't this anchor good at smashing!

Let her smash!

Smashing the door open is a crime!

The harder she smashed, the more they had the upper hand.

Bang bang bang!

Three door slams fell.

Follow.

At the moment when Song Jinhua cried, a loud noise suddenly came from the gate.

Song Jinhua's crying was stuck.

Turned.

I saw my sturdy security door collapse to the ground.