"Quick! Fast! Fast! Hurry up, hurry! Come with me to Creek Town to get first-hand news materials. ”

In the social news program group of G City Radio, a group of people rushed out of the office building in a panic.

A month after his death, he received a loan from the bank.

This is so new that many people in the news media have realized that there is another earthquake on the Internet.

The focus of the public will undoubtedly be on banks and orphanages.

Live room.

A group of netizens were furious.

Squirting bank dog bloody head,

But I still can't enjoy it,

As a result, many people called the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission to complain, and more radical netizens sent blades and rotten eggs to nearby banks.

The crowd was furious.

In the footage.

Chen Chuang asked about it, his expression was already very solemn and indignant.

But what he said made sense.

"We don't know the specifics of this matter, so we definitely can't just listen to one side."

"Let's go and verify it together.

Let's see if it's as the deputy director of this orphanage says..."

"A month after Dean Song's old man died, the bank gave her a huge loan of 100,000 yuan."

Between words.

Chen Chuang and Aunt Wang walked out of the house and walked quickly to the next room.

As soon as you enter the door.

Netizens felt a wave of yin qi rushing towards them.

I saw that in the empty room, covered with white mourning cloths, facing the direction of the door, in the photo hanging on the wall, a kind old lady was staring at the camera and smiling.

But when that smile fell into the eyes of everyone, it was extremely creepy.

Below the photograph is an offering table with an urn on it, an incense burner in front of it, and a plate of pumped apples and oranges on either side.

The incense is burning.

A faint cloud of smoke rises.

It invisibly added a bit of weirdness.

Live room.

"Can you stop taking pictures of them?"

"Be careful that the old lady burrows you under the bed in the middle of the night."

"The more I look, the more cautious I become."

"@银行, are you afraid?"

"Bank: For the sake of money, we dare to pick up our ancestral graves, what is this?"

"The kind-hearted old dean is so pitiful, he did good deeds all his life before his death, but after his death, he has such a bad thing, and it is estimated that the old man will die in peace."

Chen Chuang sniffed, and the camera briefly stayed on the portrait of Dean Song for a few seconds.

Then he turned to the urn on the offering table.

"Aunt Wang, Dean Song has been gone for so long, why didn't she be buried?"

Chen Chuang looked at Aunt Wang and asked many questions from fans and netizens.

Aunt Wang was depressed, choked up and didn't speak.

However, Chen Chuang and a group of fans and netizens understood it.

This respectful Dean Song.

I think it's because I can't afford to buy a cemetery, so there's nowhere to put it.

"Good people don't have anything to repay."

"it! The way of this world ......"

"Let's crowdfund and buy a cemetery for the elderly."

"I would like to express my respect for the old man first, and a rocket will be sent, hoping that the anchor will let the old man settle in the ground as soon as possible."

xxx sent rockets in the live broadcast room×1...

xxx……

Gifts are crazy to swipe the screen.

There are also many fans and netizens who have very strange opinions.

"If you want me to say, instead of letting this old dean be buried in the ground, it is better to let Chuang Shen find a way to store the urn in the bank safe."

"It's a good idea, let the old dean stare at that group of bastards who have lost their conscience every day."

"That's right! Let the old man stare at them, and just ask if they are panicked. ”

“666……”

Swept a few glances at the barrage,

Chen Chuang couldn't help but bared his teeth for the wit of netizens.

Boy.

It's not easy to put it in the bank safe for the old dean.

"Brothers."

Chen Chuang glanced at Dean Song's urn a few times, and there seemed to be something moving in his eyes.

Fortunately, I finally endured.

After taking a few breaths, he looked at Aunt Wang calmly.

"Aunt Wang."

"Did the bank leave any proof or something?"

Aunt Wang nodded hurriedly, "Yes, there is a loan contract." ”

"Can we take a look?"

"Yes, yes, I'll get it for you."

Aunt Wang hurried away.

In the room, being stared at kindly by the old lady on the wall, Chen Chuang was quite cautious and panicked.

The main relationship is not familiar, and I am afraid of accidental injury.

Walking to the sun at the door, bathed in the warm sunshine, Chen Chuang's heart stabilized.

Live room.

"The anchor is scared?"

"I'll go, I'm afraid of ghosts in broad daylight?"

"My stomach hurts when I laugh, it turns out that Chen is so timid."

"Don't talk nonsense, Chuang Shen just wants to come out and bask in the sun."

"I believed..."

"Haha..."

Seeing such a barrage, Chen Chuang immediately defended.

"The anchor is a materialist and does not believe in ghosts and gods."

"The main reason why the anchor came out was that the room was too stuffy, and it came out to breathe."

Live room.

Full screen "haha".

As he spoke.

Aunt Wang walked out of a nearby room with a piece of paper in her hand.

Chen Chuang took it and took a look, and then showed it in the camera.

"Let's take a look."

In the footage.

It is clearly written in black and white.

Chen Chuang slowly moved the camera from top to bottom.

In the live broadcast room, a group of people watched it very seriously.

Obviously, this is a standard bank loan contract.

In the signature of the lender, a name named Song Ruping was written, and it was confirmed that this Song Ruping was the long-deceased director of the New Hope Orphanage.

"Brothers, you can see clearly, this one is the loan contract of Dean Song and her old man."

"Let's not talk about anything else, let's take a look at the date of the loan first."

The camera is focused on the standard date in the lower left corner.

December 9th last year!

Chen Chuang said in a deep voice: "At the beginning of December last year, this point is completely consistent with what Aunt Wang said. ”

"So... Let's confirm the time of death of Dean Song and her old man. ”

It's not hard to prove that

Then Chen Chuang made a direct phone call to the crematorium.

Turn on the call playback.

After some inquiry, everyone really heard the answer given by the crematorium staff.

The time of the cremation of President Song's body was November 12 last year.

According to the local custom of sending the deceased to be cremated the next day.

In other words, as Aunt Wang said before, Dean Song died on November 11 last year.

That's right!

It's all right!

Now, no one doubts the truth of the matter.

There is no doubt that the bank's operation of this wave of underworld loans has been completely hammered.

When the phone at the crematorium was disconnected.

Chen Chuang's face instantly turned cold, and there was a chill in his voice.

"I just can't figure it out, the old man has been dead for a month, how can I go to your bank for a loan?"

"It's ridiculous!"

"The bank did such a ridiculous thing."

"I now wonder what "reasonable" explanation the bank would give for this. ”

Live room.

Countless indignant netizens have begun all kinds of ridicule.

"The bank is a good pen, and the underworld business can be done."

"You don't owe me money when you're alive, and you'll owe me money when you're dead."

"Bank: The old lady is a ghost loan, is there a problem?"

"Didn't the bank have fun conjuring spirits in the hall a while ago, but from then on, ghosts can also take out loans."

"Really, really!"