After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

All the curtains on the first floor of Huitian Group were closed. Han Qian couldn't leave or get up. He was protected by a group of boys in the middle. I don't know who took a chair and pressed Han Qian on the chair.

"Uncle, you are injured, just look at it and it will be fine. This grandson of Hou Er has never taken advantage of you once. He is very pretentious and his small body is the least resistant to beatings."

Han Qian turned around and found that it was the man who had taken Yeats's 60,000 yuan that day. Han Qian frowned.

"Have there been conflicts before?"

"It was a common thing. At that time, the older generation in the Eighth District were dying and running away. Wei Tiancheng and my master were fighting for the territory of the Eighth District. How old was Hou Er then? Twenty-seven or eighty years old? I seemed to Not yet twenty years old, my blood is a little... boiling just thinking about it."

While he was talking, a man rushed to Han Qian with a steel pipe. The man stepped forward to protect Han Qian, and the stick fell on his back. The man was also a pure man, and without even frowning, he turned around and hit the stick with the stick. The man fell to the ground.

Then the man continued.

"Uncle, you can just call me Xiaohai. Apart from Brother Dog, I am the one in charge of everything in the eighth district. I have to thank Assistant Ye for the money."

Just as Han Qian was about to stand up, Xiaohai said again.

"Brother Liang, please rest. We can rest assured while you are sitting there. Otherwise, we would have to protect you. Brother Liang is guarding you, so don't worry."

Han Qian really didn't dare to move now. He had swung the stick a few times and his whole body was hurting. He sat on the chair again. Xiaohai took out a cigarette and handed it to Han Qian, then took out a lighter and bent it. Lit his waist, Han Qian took a puff of cigarette, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Will someone die?"

Xiaohai shook his head.

"Can't tell."

"Tell the brothers, I, Han Qian, will reimburse all the medical expenses. No matter whether you win or lose today, the reward will be 10,000 yuan per person. 10,000 yuan is too little. 20,000 yuan per person. Tell the brothers."

The child looked a little excited, turned around and shouted.

"My uncle said that he would be rewarded twenty thousand per person. Just cheer me up. Damn it! If I see who is fooling around here, I will be the first one to let go."

This sentence is like chicken blood.

Twenty thousand!

How long has it been since I earned so much money? I can earn between five and six thousand yuan a month while working hard in the eighth district. This is the money that Boss Tu has earned recently. In the past, it was only three thousand yuan a month. money.

There will be a fight today whether you give me money or not, and there is also a reward of 20,000 yuan and two hundred red banknotes.

"My uncle is mighty!"

"My uncle is so proud!"

The boys in District 8 did not forget to thank Han Qian during the fight. They did so from the bottom of their hearts, because their uncle did not regard them as tools, but as his own brothers.

Twenty thousand per person, that’s nearly three million!

No one blamed Han Qian for sitting still in the chair. They all knew how badly his uncle was injured that night.

Under the trend of money, the boy from District 8 became more motivated and waved the weapons in his hands more powerfully. About twenty minutes later, Han Qian stood up and walked to the stairs on the second floor. At this time, Su Liang and Guan Junbiao also appeared in front of Han Qian. To the left and right, Guan Junbiao shouted.

"Xiaohai, I'll leave the first floor to you, I'll fucking tie you up."

Han Qian said softly.

"Go to Wei Tiancheng's office."

As Han Qian walked up, Wei Tiancheng's younger brothers were also fierce and attacked Han Qian like crazy. Su Liang swung a baseball bat and hit one person on the waist. The person lay on the ground with a cry. On the stairs, Han Qian continued to go upstairs. When he walked to the second floor, he found that there was no one on the second floor.

Guan Junbiao walked towards the elevator carrying a short knife and said calmly.

"Wei Tiancheng's people are like this. Most of the guys are with him for money. Unlike those in the Eighth District, just go to the tenth floor. I guess everyone is there."

Han Qian shrugged, and several people walked into the elevator. He knew it was an ambush. There could only be a dozen people in the elevator at a time, and there were probably dozens of people waiting for them on the tenth floor. But Han Qian was not afraid. He would not give Wei Tiancheng any strength today. He really doesn't have a long memory.

It was a big deal, and Han Qian also wanted to prove one thing: whether Lin Mengde was the backer behind Wei Tiancheng.

Ding.

The elevator reached the tenth floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, a cold light struck, splashing with blood. Han Qian stretched out his hand to pull the injured boy behind him, raised his foot and put it on the chest of the person at the door. At the same time, Su Liang had already picked up the He rushed out with a baseball bat.

There was another fight. Han Qian and others were blocked at the entrance of the elevator. Countless knives were directed at them. They had no choice but to retreat into the elevator. This also made it impossible for the elevator to go down and the people below to get up.

Guan Junbiao spat.

"Damn it, this grandson of Hou Er knows how to run to small places and doesn't have a long memory. He rushes out and won't chop him up today. I'm not a dog!"

As he spoke, Guan Junbiao rushed out of the elevator, waving his dagger, and then stepped back within a few seconds. Hou Er's voice came from behind the crowd.

"Guan Dagou, today your dog's life is here to die. And Han Qian, don't even think about leaving any of you. What about Hook Cannon and Feng Lun? Don't you and Han Qian still have to die here today?"

Monkey Er's voice was full of arrogance.

At this time, the last person in the crowd roared.

"Fuck you!"

Xiao Hai's roar came from the stairs. He led his people and ran directly from the second floor to the tenth floor. The boy from District 8 rushed towards the crowd with a steel pipe in hand and dealt with a monkey. Without any effort, there was a sound of steel pipes colliding.

It lasted less than twenty minutes, and the tenth floor became quiet.

It has been exactly an hour since I walked into the main entrance of Huitian Group and now I am sitting on Wei Tiancheng's chair. Looking around Wei Tiancheng's office, this thief really enjoys it. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind the chair can see the scenery of the entire city. , the furnishings in the room are very expensive.

Han Qian took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Nuan Nuan.

[Lending me four million. 】

Nuan Nuan called directly. Han Qian hurriedly made a silent gesture towards Xiao Hai at the door. If Nuan Nuan knew that he was fighting again, there would definitely be a quarrel when he returned home. Xiao Hai shouted angrily and the entire tenth floor was quiet. , Han Qian pressed the connect button, and a warm voice came.

"Why do you want so much money? Give me your card number and I'll transfer it to you...cough Mr. Wen, we're having a meeting."

Yu Shici's voice also came over the phone, and Han Qian whispered.

"Can't you use cash?"

"Where can I get you so much cash? I'll transfer the poem to you and you can figure it out yourself. I'm in a meeting and I'm hanging up."

Nuan Nuan called just to confirm whether the message was sent by Han Qian. As for the four million, she still didn't take it seriously. After hanging up the phone, Guan Junbiao dragged Hou Er into the office. Looking at the blood on his face, he knew that Guan Junbiao's I'm done with my anger.

Han Qian sat on Wei Tiancheng's chair and smiled.

"Where is Wei Tiancheng? Are you leaving yourself here to take the blame?"

Hou Er spat at Han Qian, and Guan Junbiao kicked him in the face and cursed angrily.

"Did I give you face, bastard? Do you need me to throw it down the window for you?"

After saying this, he turned to look at Han Qian and frowned.

"You have money but no place to spend it? Where can you get 20,000 yuan per person? How many ladies can you ask for it? Come on, this is not a small amount."

Han Qian grinned.

"It's for brothers. You and Su Liang don't get a cent. You work for nothing. When the money arrives, you call Boss Tu's secretary and I will transfer it to your card directly. I'll call Wei Tiancheng." .”

While he was talking, the bank card text message had arrived. Han Qian called the bank to transfer the money directly to Guan Dagou. After hanging up the phone, Han Qian looked for Wei Tiancheng's number and said calmly.

"One million is for Boss Tu. As for whether he will give it to you, you have to ask for it yourself. The rest will be divided among the brothers."

After finishing his words, he picked up the phone and put it to his ear. It took a long time for the call to be answered, Han Qian said with a smile.

"Director Wei, why is your Huitian Group like a den of thieves? What? Abandoned Hou Er and ran away? What you did as a big brother is somewhat unjust. Come up here and let's have a good chat."

"Haha, Han Qian, you are awesome. I have already called the police. Let's see you in court."

Hearing that Wei Tiancheng called the police, Han Qian smiled and laughed.

"Call the police? Haha? Hahahaha, I beg you to call the police quickly, and then see if the police arrest me or you, the accomplice of Ye Zhai Pavilion who brought the cannon into the house, won't you come up? Okay! We have plenty. Time is playing slowly, brother Guan, write a banner saying that Wei Tiancheng and Gou Dapao are in the same group, and the two of them jointly want to kill Miss Luo, and then hang them out through the window."

Wei Tiancheng downstairs couldn't help it anymore and growled.

"Han Qian, don't go too far. Don't forget that I know how you plotted against Li Dahai and his son. I will tell the whole country that Yan Qingqing's shares came from unclear sources."

Han Qian turned to look out the window and sneered.

"Do you believe that Li Dahai can come back and kill you? You can threaten or torment as much as you want, and even if I frown, I'm still your son. Now you have two ways to go. Now come up here and I'll have a good chat with you. Regarding the matter, the second way is to call the person behind you and ask him to rescue you. Otherwise, I will immediately go to the Yamen Gate with the surveillance camera of Yezhai Pavilion to sue you for paying to commit murder. Do you think Luo Shen will let you go? , come up, I won’t hit you.”

The call was suddenly hung up. Han Qian smiled disdainfully, put down his phone and found half a carton of cigarettes in Wei Tiancheng's drawer. He took out a box and threw the rest to Xiao Hai.

"Go! Let your finances divide the money quickly. Use these cigarettes for brothers to smoke. Remember, you can eat and drink here as you like. You can smash things, but don't make money."

"Uncle, I understand."

At this time, Su Liang stepped forward, took the cigarette from Han Qian's hand, opened it, and said calmly.

"What's next?"

Han Qian smiled.

"Wait, wait for the call!"

About ten minutes later, when Han Qian was putting out his cigarette, Lin Zongheng called.