Chapter 457 The downfall of the boss, the sunshine and the poor writer (39)
It was dark at night, and He Zheng was standing in the yard smoking a cigarette.
After a while, Yang Cheng came out of the room: "I asked all the questions and recorded them.
Boss, why do you need me to interrogate you if you have that recording? You can just sue."
As he spoke, Yang Cheng handed the recording pen to He Zheng.
He Zheng took the recorder and said, "The recording is synthesized."
He asked the technicians to work overtime on the way here to synthesize it.
Yang Cheng slapped his head in annoyance, why didn't he think of that!
What a stupid and violent interrogation!
"Then what to do now?
Why don't you really send it to Burma? The kidneys there are superb.
If you feel it's not enough, you can go elsewhere, anyway, just make sure that his life is worse than death."
He Zheng put out his cigarette butt and said, "Tell him to surrender."
"What?" Yang Cheng thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.
Surrender??
Before, wasn't it always direct...
Since when did his family become good, law-abiding citizens?!
The sun rises from the east today.
Afraid that he heard wrongly, he asked again:
"If it's not the leader, just ask him to surrender, and that's the end of it?"
He Zheng looked at Yang Cheng: "What else?
The law will give him the punishment he deserves.
We must be good citizens who abide by the law."
After saying that, He Zheng walked away, leaving Yang Cheng behind with a dull look on his face.
After a long while, he reached out and touched his head.
I don’t have a fever, so why am I still dreaming?
He Zheng actually said that he should be a good law-abiding citizen!
Oh my god!
What is the difference between this level of terror and the King of Hell suddenly believing in Buddhism!
In the car, He Zheng finished listening to Wu Duofu's recording, put away the recorder, and drove directly to He's house.
Bai Cha finished writing the paper and put it away. He glanced at the time. It was ten forty-five. Logically speaking, He Zheng should be back at this time. He picked up his phone and found no news on WeChat.
"Where's He Zheng?"
Bai Cha poked 125 who was watching Spongebob with his finger.
125 hurriedly cut the camera to He Zheng.
In the camera, He Zheng had just gotten out of the car, and the house was the He family villa.
The man strode into the villa with long legs.
He Qingsong and Duanmu Guifen are watching TV.
Duanmu Guifen shouted upstairs while watching TV:
"Wu Yu! Why isn't my foot washing water ready yet?
I'll kill you if I ask you to wash your feet with water.
Why did my He Zhuo marry such a lazy and greedy daughter-in-law like you!
If you don’t come down, I’ll ask him to divorce you tomorrow!”
He Qingsong was so noisy by Duanmu Guifen's voice that his ears buzzed: "What are you arguing about? Isn't it just a basin of water for washing your feet? As for yelling?"
Duanmu Guifen's eyes suddenly widened, and He Qingsong hurriedly comforted him: "She still holds part of the Bai family's property?
Now our family needs this money, and the bank just called me this afternoon, saying that I had provided false loan materials before, and they were going to cut off our family's loan. You can live in peace for the next two days."
Duanmu Guifen was stunned for a moment and hurriedly pulled He Qingsong's sleeve: "Why is the loan suddenly about to be cut off?
Wasn’t everything fine before?”
"Who knows what's going on over there.
Their bank president acted like he was sick. It was enough for others to treat him to dinner and give him some gifts, but not for him.
Pretend, affectation, and love to put on airs.”
Duanmu Guifen pursed his lips: "Since his family won't help us, why should we hang ourselves from a tree?
Is it the same at other homes?
Anyway, I don’t believe that banks are open for business, and they don’t want to drive people out even if they don’t let the God of Wealth!”
"What do you, a bitch, know? If I can get a loan, why should I ask him?
Do you need to worry about Wu Yu’s dowry?”
Duanmu Guifen glanced upstairs: "Well, how could we have done it before?"
"What's wrong with you? You forgot that the loan was not issued by us, but by He Zheng!
But in order to make Xiao Zhuo look good in the company’s face, we let Xiao Zhuo sign it.”
He Qingsong couldn't help but sigh when he talked about this.
It would be nice if He Zheng was here.
There is something wrong with the loan he took out, so it is reasonable to ask him to solve it.
Just as he was thinking about it, He Zheng pushed open the door and entered.
When He Qingsong saw He Zheng, his eyes suddenly lit up. He seemed completely unaware of the unpleasantness that had happened before. He smiled and waved to He Zheng:
"Xiao Zheng, you are back. Come and sit down. Dad has something to tell you."
He Zheng and He Qingsong's smiling faces only felt extremely hypocritical.
He didn't say anything, just walked to the sofa and sat down.
He Qingsong: "You said you, you were on a business trip for so long and didn't even call home.
Let’s eat some fruit first, it’s so late and there’s no leftover food at home.”
Duanmu Guifen snorted coldly and didn't want to see her son at all. She got up and went upstairs directly.
He Zheng didn't care, and He Qingsong didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Seeing that He Zheng didn't accept the fruit he handed over, he simply started eating it himself:
"Xiao Zheng, there is something wrong with the bank that gave our family a loan. You can go and solve it tomorrow.
You said what bank you were looking for.
Halfway through the project, when it was time to spend money, the loan was suddenly cut off without a word. How much money was wasted in one day!
You have to talk to them nicely and ask them to approve more loans for our family.
If it doesn't work, go to the old man. He loves you so much, so he will definitely be willing to give you money.
In short, you have to get the money for dad no matter what, do you understand?"
He Qingsong said almost commandingly.
He Zheng looked at He Qingsong like a clown, his thin lips raised in a sarcastic smile:
"But I remember it was He Zhuo who signed it.
Whoever signs it is responsible.
After being the chairman for so many years, do you still need me to tell you such a simple truth?"
He Qingsong suddenly made a long face: "How did you say this?!
We are a family, He Zhuo is your eldest brother, what’s yours is your eldest brother’s, doesn’t it matter who takes care of it?”
Over the years in the He family, He Zheng heard these words often.
"According to what you said, what's yours is mine, and the company is mine too?"
Upon hearing this, He Qingsong's eyes widened instantly:
"You're already thinking about my property even before I'm dead!
He Zheng, you were not like this before, why are you like this now!"
Upstairs, Wu Yu suddenly felt extremely relieved when he saw He Zheng being made things difficult by He Qingsong.
It turns out that He Zheng, who looks glamorous outside, is just a mess-cleaner at home.
Pushing her hair back behind her ears, she walked downstairs with her head high and walked forward with a smile: "Dad, why are you still angry?
The doctor said you have a bad heart, you need to take good care of it and don't get angry."
After saying that, she turned to look at He Zheng.
Her originally swollen face has returned to its original state.
A face that can barely be called delicate still has a slap mark that has not completely dissipated, and the exposed calf is also bruised and purple. It seems that life in the He family is not easy.
But even so, she didn't know where to get the feeling of superiority.