Song Wancai immediately smiled and said with a grudge: "Brother, I have something to say. Which company do you belong to?" This guy owes too many accounts. He is paying credit everywhere and hiding the accounts everywhere. He doesn't give him any money, so he can just rely on it.
If you are forced to do anything, you will pay back a little if you are forced.
"We are here to pay for Du Wangzai! Get out of here, otherwise I will burn your house with fire!" Jiang Fan said viciously.
Song Wancai was so scared that he sweated: "Brother, I have something to say. I'll come down immediately, come down immediately!" He whispered to his little lover: "Call the phone and call the police!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fan's voice came downstairs: "If you dare to call the police, we will demolish your villa!"
Song Wancai was shocked, and he hurriedly said to his little lover: "Don't report the case for the time being, let's talk about the situation!"
Jiang Fan and Huang Fu came to the living room recently. Song Wancai wore pajamas and walked downstairs. This guy was short and fat, big and thick, and he was like a real Wu Dalang type. His big forehead and hair on his head had fallen out, revealing his white scalp.
Fish have puffs of eyes and their eye bags are swelling, like swelling. They have small noses, small eyes, a smooth chin, thick and tight limbs, and a bigger belly than that of pregnant women in October.
"Brother, who are you from Du Wangzai? I have already given him a pension. Besides, he belongs to the patient, it's not my business!" Song Wancai smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two cigarettes and handed them to Jiang Fan.
And Huang Fu.
Jiang Fan pushed Song Wancai's fat hand away, "Just that two hundred yuan pension, as far as I know, Du Wangzai worked overtime for three consecutive days, and died of a heart attack. You have an unshirkable responsibility! Du Wangzai's death
, You have to be responsible for the main responsibility, so you have to compensate!”
"Brother, I have something to say. I feel very uncomfortable when Du Wangzai died. I haven't had a good sleep for several days. You don't know. I owe a debt to be able to do it. The construction site is expensive, so how can I get the money to compensate?
Let's do this, there are 2,000 yuan here to buy a pack of cigarettes!" Song Wancai took out a stack of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Jiang Fan's hand.
Damn! This guy is a very profiteer. He wants to be fooled with me. OK! I'll play tricks on you and want to make you mess with you! Jiang Fan reached out to take two thousand dollars and counted one thousand dollars to Huang Fu and said: "Get it."
Go and do a girl-picking fund!”
Huang Fu immediately smiled and took the money. He knew that Jiang Fan was going to start extorting this big profiteer again, so he just watched the show next to him.
Seeing that Jiang Fan and Huang Fu had collected his money, Song Wancai immediately relaxed his nervous heart, "Brother, there is a hotel nearby that is very good, and the ladies there are also very good. You can go and have some fun, hehe!"
"Damn! You just want to send us away. Du Wangzai's compensation has not been resolved yet!" Jiang Fan looked at Song Wancai with a smile.
Song Wancai was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him had no intention of leaving. "Uh, I just said that the funds were tight, and I had no money to compensate. Why don't you come and have a look in a while?" The old fox started to use it again
I have used the old way of pushing, push if you can, and hide if you can.
Jiang Fan sneered, "Don't give me this! You have to bear the main responsibility for Du Wangzai's death. If you want to send his family for two hundred yuan, your mother's heart is too dark! You have to pay at least
He is the number!" Jiang Fan stretched out five fingers and placed them in front of Song Wancai.
Song Wancai opened his eyes wide and said, "Five thousand yuan?"
"Damn your mother! You are begging for food!" Jiang Fan stepped on Song Wancai's fat instep, "Ah!" Song Wancai screamed.
"Fifty thousand, I'll give it 50,000!" Song Wancai said in pain. His instep was so painful that his bones almost broke!
Jiang Fan was about to shake his head, and Song Wancai's eyes were almost protruding, and he shouted in dismay: "You want 500,000?" His mouth was wide open, and he forgot about the pain in his feet in an instant. This is a big number,
For him, who loves talents as much as his life, this money will make him sleepless all night!
"Congratulations on your answer right! Go upstairs and get me the money!" Jiang Fan said coldly.
Song Wancai was sweating all over, "Well, what are you kidding? Du Wangzai is just a rural migrant worker. How can he keep so much money? Besides, how can he keep so much money at home!"
Jiang Fan sneered, "Damn it! Your life is precious! All beings are equal. Although Du Wangzai is a farmer, are you not a farmer? It seems that you will not pay if you don't give you some colors.
Yes! Xiaofu, have you been itchy recently? Just practice fists and feet on his thick body!"
Huang Fu pinched the bones and joints of his fist, made a crackling sound, and said with a grim smile: "I have to use harder such a fat body!" Huang Fu's fist fell on Song Wancai's bulging belly, bang!
"Ah!" Song Wancai screamed. He frowned, sweating on his face, bent over, and said with difficulty: "You just beat me to death, I can't afford so much money!"
"Damn! This guy regards money as more expensive than life. I want to see if it is money or your life is important!" Huang Fu's fist fell on Song Wancai's belly again.
"Ah! I don't have money, you might as well beat me to death!" Song Wancai shouted in pain. This guy is the one who values money more than life.
To Jiang Fan's deterioration of Huang Fu's expectation, Song Wancai regarded money more important than life. He refused to give money. It seemed that the blow to him was not enough! Jiang Fan had already seen a lot of people in the safe above him.
The cash is at least several million, and there is no money.
Jiang Fan's eyes turned, raised his hand to signal Huang Fu to stop taking action, and looked at Song Wancai with a smile and said, "Do you think I don't know that there are millions of dollars in your safe upstairs! You want to pay for your debt, right?
It doesn’t matter, we don’t want the money anymore, I’ll give it to you if you have something here!”
Jiang Fan bent down and picked up two leather shoes from the ground. Are these leather shoes from Song Wancai's or famous brands? Jiang Fan grabbed the leather shoes, walked to Song Wancai with a smile, patted his bulging belly, "What are you doing?"
Song Wancai said in horror that he didn't know what Jiang Fan was going to do.
"Hehe, your belly is really pretty. It should be fine to put two leather shoes!" Jiang Fan held the two shoes and silently recited the Maoshan transfer curse. Jiang Fan grabbed the leather shoes and slowly stuffed them into Song Wancai's belly.
Song Wancai couldn't believe his eyes. As the leather shoes slowly entered his stomach, he felt his stomach bloated and uncomfortable. He was just a pair of smelly feet, and he had already smelled the smell of his smelly feet.
.
"The shoes really got into my stomach!" he shouted in horror. As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately vomited, his stomach was extremely uncomfortable and heart-wrenching pain.
"No need to say, you have already felt the two shoes in your stomach! How does it taste? It seems that it is imported cowhide, it is imported cowhide from the West, right?" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
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