Miao Zhihua raised his feet, stepped on the stool next to him and rolled up the corners of his trousers: "I will give you a chance to talk to me now."
"I can ignore the trap you set for Miao Tang."
"Oh, Sir, please don't scare me."
Guilixiong has been established in this field for many years, how could he be intimidated by Miao Zhihua's few words:
"My Daxiong accountant is from a regular company. Miao Tang is a public official. According to the law, public officials have preferential treatment policies."
"No proof of income or mortgage is required. Someone gives us a copy of the power of attorney, and the money arrives in the account in thirty minutes. It is reasonable and compliant. I will make a set for him. What kind of set is he doing?"
"hehe."
Miao Zhihua sneered: "How much does he owe you? The specific amount."
"Who is he? Which one are you referring to?"
Guilixiong glanced sideways at Miao Zhihua and started to laugh: "I have a lot of accounts on hand. If Sir doesn't specify them, I don't understand them either."
"Miao Tang, how much does Miao Tang owe you."
"Didn't you ask me last time?"
"How much specifically?"
"Hello, sir."
Guilixiong stretched out his hand to play with the tea cup in front of him, and said in a playful tone: ""This is the privacy policy. You ask me this, I am so embarrassed."
"How much does he owe you?"
Miao Zhihua repeated it expressionlessly.
"Ah"
Guilixiong's eyes met with his, and he looked at him for several seconds: "What? Sir, do you want to help him pay back this amount?"
"This amount of money is not a small amount, have you thought clearly about it?"
"talk!"
Miao Zhihua's tone became serious.
"Okay, Sir, I feel so happy."
Guilixiong rubbed his chin with his palm, looked up at the ceiling and recalled: "About half a million, how do you want to pay it back, cash? Check? Or bank transfer?"
"Haha, five hundred thousand?"
Miao Zhihua laughed and reached out to pick up the cigarette case in front of him: "How much did he originally owe you?"
"How much was originally owed?"
Guilixiong said casually: "If you ask me, who should I ask?"
Miao Zhihua said nothing after listening, and looked directly at Guilixiong. Guilixiong noticed his eyes and sniffed.
"Then let's make a plan."
He stretched out his fingers and started counting with his fingers: "The interest rate of our Daxiong Finance is the legal interest rate, which is about 5%, calculated with compound interest rate."
Seeing that Miao Zhihua didn't speak, Guilixiong smiled and said playfully: "This seems to be a math problem?"
Said.
He turned to one side, turned to Ji Bu who was sitting on the sofa smoking behind him and shouted:
"Hey, brother, you have such a good relationship with Sir Miao and you help him with things, so why don't you come and help him calculate this math problem and answer it for him?"
"Okay, don't forget it."
Ji Bu leaned against the sofa and sat on the seat with his legs crossed. He shouted at the top of his voice: "It's one million. Let Sir give you one million. There is no need to bother with arithmetic."
"Haha, one million."
Hearing this, Guilixiong smiled and shook his head: "Sir, look at this street boy. I wish you could give me more money! Take him to the police station."
"okay."
Miao Zhihua looked at him coldly: "We don't care about the specific amount. Then I'll give you five hundred thousand. I'll give you the money and you give me the IOU."
"Wow, Sir is so stubborn. How much money does he have? Can you help him pay it back?"
Guilixiong narrowed his eyes and shook his head with a hint of something in his words: "But I am a creditor, and I don't agree with your settlement plan. Is it okay?"
Miao Zhihua looked at him expressionlessly and said nothing.
"According to the regulations in the Basic Law of Hong Kong Island, debts must be repaid. As a police officer, you should understand this regulation."
Guilixiong talked eloquently and his words were very clear: "Miao Tang doesn't have the money to pay me back. You can come to me to talk, you can default on me, but you can't avoid me, right?"
"As a creditor, I can go to court to collect his debts. If he has no money, he can also file for bankruptcy so that he doesn't have to pay back."
Speaking of which.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and spoke in a more serious tone:
"It's just like this. As a police officer, he files for bankruptcy, or lets the police know that he owes a large debt. He can't be promoted at any time, and will be blacklisted. Finally, he will be dismissed."
"There is no salary, no pension, and no benefits. Have you explained these things clearly to him?!"
There was a pause.
His tone was a bit playful: "Of course, if you don't want to be like this, there are other ways. Sir, if you are willing to do something for me, not to mention that you don't have to pay back the debt, I still have something to give.
"
As his voice fell, the private room fell into brief silence again.
Miao Zhihua stared at him for several seconds, then stood up and turned around to go out.
A few minutes later.
Miao Zhihua turned back again and had a small bag in his hand.
only.
This time he did not go to Guilixiong, but came to Ji Bu who was sitting on the sofa, and dropped the bag he was carrying in front of Ji Bu.
"What, Sir."
Ji Bu glanced at Miao Zhihua, smiled and stretched out his hand to open the zipper, revealing rolls of banknotes inside.
"This is half a million."
"Wow, Sir, there is no need to thank me so much."
Ji Bu reached out and grabbed a handful of banknotes, took them out and weighed them in his hand: "I'm just helping you get Brother Xiong here. Give me five hundred thousand, right?"
"Push! Are you so funny?"
Miao Zhihua cursed coldly and interrupted Ji Bu unceremoniously: "I'll give you the money and you can settle the matter. It's that simple."
"Hello"
Just when Ji Bu was about to speak, Miao Zhihua stretched out his hand and tugged on Ji Bu's collar: "If you don't want my people to follow you every day in the future, just settle this matter!"
"Hem home shovel!"
Ji Bu's expression changed when he heard this, he slapped the table and stood up, staring at Miao Zhihua and growling: "What do you mean?"
"If Guilixiong doesn't talk to you, why the hell are you looking for me? Why, you just stare at me, Ji Bu, am I easy to bully?"
"hehe."
Miao Zhihua reached out and patted Ji Bu's face, then pointed at Jin Bao: "He pointed out that you shot in a residential building."
"If you illegally possess arms and equipment, guess how many years you can spend in jail?"
Following the direction his finger pointed, Ji Bu looked over with sharp eyes.
"Grass!"
Jin Bao noticed Ji Bu's eyes and subconsciously opened his mouth: "You can't trust a dog or a messenger!"
Miao Zhihua strode forward, raised his hand and slapped Jin Bao directly in the face with two big mouths: "You street bastard, you have such a bad mouth?"
"He's so brave that he doesn't have the guts to admit it!"
Jinbao pursed his lips and was about to speak. When he saw Miao Zhihua raising his hand to hit him again, he immediately shut up and covered his red face.
"Hem home shovel!"
Ji Bu gritted his teeth and cursed, then took the money bag and came to Guilixiong, pushed away the bowls and chopsticks on the table and placed the banknotes on them:
"Here's the money for you, the account has been settled."
"hehe."
Guilixiong sneered, looked at Ji Bu with raised eyebrows, and said in a louder tone: "Brother, you didn't hear me just now. I said I didn't agree with his settlement plan!"