Feng Yin really plucked out his ears, leaned forward, and asked again without giving up: "How much?" ”

"You don't have a penny in your account, it's zero yuan."

It's still a smile service, and the wind of laughter is a little cold.

The wind is cold, and the live broadcast room is crazy with laughter.

[Hahahahahaha! Not a cent, zero yuan! 】

[Feng Yin, you insist on bringing us here, is this just for this scene? 】

[You really don't give us a chance to be jealous.] 】

[It's miserable! Or you crowdfund, I'll give you a point. 】

Netizens have contributed one after another, and someone has already contributed a dime in the most upscale class, ten.

Feng Yin didn't have time to pay attention to the netizens who were watching the lively fun, she took a deep breath, her emotions came quickly, and she adjusted quickly, and asked again without giving up: "Is it really a point?" ”

"Yes, you are the legal person of the Feng Group, and after liquidating the property, you need to use it to repay the debt, and after the fixed property in your name is auctioned, you also need to repay the debt......"

The working lady handed Feng Yin a document with a list of her returned property.

All the money on the original owner's account has been swept away, the house where the original owner lives has been auctioned, the jewelry and furs of the original owner have been auctioned, and the original owner's car has been auctioned....

"No, do I have anything left?"

Wind Yin really doubted.

Since she came to the present, she has been live broadcasting, trying to pay off her debts, and she has never paid attention to what was left by the original owner.

According to this document in hand, it seems that there is nothing left.

Almost everything in the original owner's name has been auctioned off to pay off debts.

"Do you owe so much money?"

Feng Yin turned to the last page, and the total amount was nearly one billion yuan.

"Yes, 130 million is the amount left after deducting all your belongings, and you have already paid it back eight days ago, this is an official document, please sign it."

One document after another in front of Feng Yin, she looked down at a glance, signed, looked again, and signed again.

Feng Yin, who was a little sore at the wrist of the sign-in, asked: "The Windy City family framed me, do they want to compensate me?" ”

"I'm sorry, but the case is pending."

Feng Yin didn't ask too much and continued to sign.

[Suddenly I felt that the wind was a little miserable.] 】

[The Windy City family can't die well. 】

[So, Feng Yin came this time and got nothing. 】

[I can only wait for the trial of the Windy City family to end, they should be greedy for a lot of Fengyin's belongings. 】

Wind Yin finally put down his last signature and prepared to get up and leave.

"Wait a minute, we have something to return."

"Huh? Didn't it mean I didn't have any property left? ”

Feng Yin jokingly asked, "Could it be that you left me a button or something?" ”

The staff laughed and shook their heads as they pushed a piece of paper over.

"It's a manor."

"What?"

Feng Yin said something in his mouth, and his body was too honest to pick up the document and read it carefully.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were even more emotionally up and down, laughing at Feng Yin at the beginning for nothing, and came for nothing.

It's not easy to feel distressed in the back, but at the end, someone has a manor!

It's just off the charts!

"I didn't expect that I still have a manor——- are you sure you didn't get the wrong documents?"

Wind asked, pointing to a photo on the paper.

The manor house in the photo doesn't even have a lid, and it looks like a haunted house.

"It was taken a month ago."

"This is the purchase contract of the estate, and because of this contract, the estate has not been auctioned off."