The office of Lianchuang Company was noisy and everyone was so busy. Naturally, Ye Huan didn't want to go up and join in the fun, so he crossed his arms with a joking smile on his face and watched several people in the office bickering.

When the middle-aged bald man spoke, Ye Huan quickly realized that today's debt might not be so easy to forgive.

The reason is very simple. If you have too many lice, you won’t be itchy. If you have too many debts, you won’t have to worry. The bald man is obviously the kind of person who doesn’t have to worry.

He waved his hands vigorously around the crowd of debt collectors, just like Zhao Zilong who had fought his way out of the siege of Changbanpo. The bald man blushed and shouted in a hissing voice: "No money! No money! Look!

I’ll move whatever valuables I have here, because I can’t get the money out anyway!”

The people collecting debts were stunned for a moment, and then the crowd became more and more angry, tugging and tugging, and became a mess.

Ye Huan frowned, this bald man is a piece of meat...

He knew very well that debt collection relied on momentum, but now it seemed that Bald Man's momentum was very strong. What didn't owe him any debt was his grandson's consciousness, and he spoke with more confidence than his mother's creditor.

Ye Huan thought for a long time. If he only competed with him in terms of momentum, he would probably not be able to defeat him.

After watching coldly for a while, Ye Huan turned around and left.

He felt that today's matter was a bit difficult and he had to use some props.

The props are very simple, just a bucket of red paint and a brush.

About an hour later, Ye Huan came to Lianchuang Company again with a bucket of red paint and a brush in his hand.

Since you can't compete with this piece of meat on a hob, let's compare your skills.

It was already after five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was almost no one in Lianchuang Company. It was probably that the employees were affected by the debt collectors, so they all left work early.

Ye Huan arrived at the company chairman's office without any hindrance.

Fortunately, the middle-aged bald man in the office has not left yet and is packing his things. If Ye Huan had come a little later, he would not be able to see anyone.

The six debt collectors were nowhere to be seen. It seemed that they were sent away by rogue means.

Seeing Ye Huan walk in, the bald man was stunned, and then looked a little wary: "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

Ye Huan looked around and said with a smile: "Is the boss of Lianchuang here?"

"I'm just, what can I do with you?"

Ye Huan smiled kindly: "That's right, I am the assistant to the chairman of Red Tiger Company..."

The bald man's face changed: "Red Tiger Company?... Are you here to collect debts too? Let me tell you, I have no money, I can't get a penny out! Other companies still owe me a lot of debt, who should I ask to reason?

Go? No money! Even if you kill me, you won’t have any money!"

Ye Huan smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not here to ask you for money today, I'm just here to go through some routine procedures..."

"Following the procedure? What procedure?"

Ye Huan said calmly: "That's it. Our Red Tiger Company generally follows a fixed procedure to collect debts. My coming here today is the first step in the procedure. I will never ask you for money today. You

rest assured."

The bald man looked confused: "Is there any procedure for debt collection? What procedure?"

Ye Huan explained patiently: "The first thing is to find the home address of the debtor company and the company's legal representative, confirm it, and record it."

The bald man's face looked a little strange: "Home address?"

"Yes, there is a saying among our people that a monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple. Therefore, Red Tiger Company must not only find the monk, but also find the monk temple accurately. God always favors those who are prepared. You are right.

Right?" Ye Huan bared his teeth and smiled at the bald man.

The bald man's eyelids twitched: "What about the second step?"

"The second step is very simple..." Ye Huan knocked on the red paint in his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the second step will not bring you any physical harm, let alone be impatient.

They are asking you for money, they just put a few slogans in front of your company and home... You know, slogans are the characteristics of our socialist China, and ordinary people like you and me are not exempt from it, right?"

"What slogan are you going to paint?"

Ye Huan smiled a little apologetically: "The content of the slogan may not be polite. Please understand this. After all, our Red Tiger Company has not recovered the two million yuan, and I feel a little resentful. We just wrote a few words on the wall.

If I scold you, you can actually be called a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade..."

Bald man: “…………”

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"Check the address first, and then apply red paint. Isn't this the style of the underworld? In the third step, you won't send thugs to beat me, right? Red Tiger Company is a regular large company, how can you..."

Ye Huan's eyes widened: "Are you a foreigner? You came to Ninghai to do business not long ago?"

"how do you know?"

"Everyone in Ninghai knows that the current Red Tiger Company is actually the former Red Tiger Gang. It is an out-and-out underworld. It is normal to use this method to collect debts..."

The bald man's face finally turned pale: "...Underworld? Real or fake?"

Ye Huan looked at him, his eyes full of sympathy: "It's understandable to refuse to pay, but you seem to have found the wrong person to blame. Country people know how to pick on the weak when buying persimmons. Don't you know this truth?"

The bald man's shiny head began to sweat: "..."

Ye Huan still explained tepidly: "But the third step you just said is a bit inaccurate. There are too many people who want money or their lives now. Just beating them up will not solve the problem. After all, times have changed.

, Everyone is here to seek money, so we will try not to do anything if we can..."

The bald man's face softened slightly.

Unexpectedly, Ye Huan then said: "... Once we take action, we will directly cut off the hand tendons and hamstrings. Our boss said that if we don't cripple people, it will be difficult to have a deterrent effect. We are also forced to have no choice. In fact, who

No one wants this. Human nature has a kind side. Even chickens have patriotic people. Of course, there are also people in the underworld who advocate peace..."

The bald man was sweating more and more on his head. He forced himself to sneer a few times and said: "Scare me, right? I've traveled all over the country for so many years, and I'm really not scared..."

Ye Huan shrugged indifferently.

The bald man's expression became more and more alarmed. He stood in the office and thought for a while. Finally he couldn't help but walk out of the office. He took his cell phone and called an acquaintance in Ninghai to inquire about the nature of Red Tiger Company.

Ye Huan curled his lips, ignored the bald man, picked up a paint bucket, picked a good spot in the office, and began to write big characters on the wall with a brush dipped in paint.

The snow-white wall was immediately painted into a mess by Ye Huan. The red and white colors gave people a strong visual impact and psychological pressure. However, Ye Huan did not read much, and his bad handwriting was really unflattering. The messy writing looked like a dog.

It looks like claws are raking over it, and it looks more and more shocking. It has the smell of an innocent soul seeking its life. It is an excellent background material for shooting horror movies.

When Ye Huan was painting the big characters happily, a bald man came in with a pale face, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It could be seen from his frightened look that he had believed Ye Huan's words. The Red Tiger Company was indeed not

Very annoying.

When he entered the office, he saw Ye Huan painting the wall. The bald man screamed as if he had been whipped: "Stop writing! I'll give you money! Give me money!"

As he spoke, he strode over and tried to snatch the brush from Ye Huan's hand.

"Stop!" Ye Huan suddenly shouted and glared at him with frowning eyebrows: "...Everything has a beginning and an end. I have to at least finish writing this sentence. What's the point of leaving half of it unwritten? Our company's corporate image has been completely destroyed.

?”

Damn corporate image...

The bald man was frightened and angry, but he didn't dare to contradict him. In his eyes, Ye Huan was "on the right path", so he naturally didn't dare to provoke him.

So the bald man had to stand aside and let Ye Huan create freely on the wall of his office, while he remained silent, his slightly fat body shaking a few times from time to time...

One person is working, the other is watching, and there is an eerie silence in the office...

After a while, Ye Huan suddenly stopped moving, looked out the window with a solemn expression, and fell into deep thought...

a long time……

"This boss, the word 'servant' in 'serve your mother', is it the word 'human' or the word 'hand'?"

The old bald man's face twitched violently: "...herringbone."

Ye Huan thought for a while, handed the brush in his hand to the bald man, and said: "It's better that you help me write, I don't read much..."

Bald man: “…………”

After a long stalemate, Ye Huan's eyes widened. The bald man reluctantly took the brush and helped Ye Huan write the big characters.

"What to write?" the bald man said with a cry in his voice.

"Just write, 'Serve your mother! If you don't pay back the money, I will rape your daughter!'..."

The bald man couldn't help but turn around and said: "...I don't have a daughter."

Ye Huan is a very easy-going person. Hearing this, he immediately smiled and said: "Then change the daughter to the sister..."

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ps: There will be another update tonight...
Chapter completed!