Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

In the simple breakfast shop, Qi Jinlong and Luo Hu ate their mouths full of oil. Just eight or nine steamed buns were used up, and there were countless deep-fried dough sticks and pies.

Wu Bei, on the other hand, only wanted a bowl of white rice porridge, and watched the two make it with a smile on his face.

Maintaining demeanor anytime and anywhere is probably the best temperament Wu Bei learned from his father.

"belch.."

When stuffing the last steamed stuffed bun into his mouth, Luo Hu belched contentedly.

Qi Jinlong scolded in disgust: "The whirlwind chopsticks fork the mouth of the car, and Kaka is just going in, you are such a foodie!"

Luo Hu muttered indifferently: "Why don't you say that the boss's craftsmanship is too good, not worse than the master chef of the State Guest House."

After getting along all morning, Luo Hu seems to have accepted his identity as a bear.

"You can really brag, return to the Nima State Guest House, a contestant who can't eat four dishes in his life!"

Qi Jinlong really annoyed Luo Hu from the bottom of his heart, although he didn't have a good face.

During the meal just now, Wu Bei had already divided the benefits into a simple chat with the two of them. The owner promised that as long as he could get it, he would take out half of it as a dividend.

Wu Bei's proposal was that 30 yuan would be used to patch Luo Hu's hole, and the remaining 20 yuan would be shared equally between him and Qi Jinlong.

At first glance, this ratio seems to be unfair to Wu Bei and Qi Jinlong, but after careful analysis, it is not difficult to find that the biggest beneficiary is Qi Jinlong. Big boss.

In his Lao Tzu's words, only by keeping the team profit-oriented, can people really want it!

Now everything is ready, only money is owed, and they have less than a few hours left.

Before twelve noon, 30 must be placed in front of Brother Qi Jinlong.

While picking his teeth, Qi Jinlong looked at Wu Bei: "Brother Wu, what are you going to do with this debt?"

"How do you usually press the bills?" Wu Bei asked with a smile.

"Harass first and then make trouble. Those who have a unit go to the unit to make trouble, and those who don't have a unit to go to the house. Anyway, as long as you make the arrears feel ashamed, this matter can basically be done."

"The problem is that the target is different this time. It's still unknown whether we can sneak into the Aoxue Group. Even if we sneak in, it's useless. The relationship between the boss and the city is enough for us to drink a pot with just a phone call."

Qi Jinlong replied with a bitter face.

As a senior "Lao Lai", Wu Bei is actually very clear about the tricks of asking for accounts. The reason why he deliberately dumped the problem on Qi Jinlong is to use his mouth to let Luo Hu understand how much he owes. .

Squinting at Luo Hu who was listening intently, Wu Bei cleared his throat and said, "Haven't you guys considered using some extraordinary means? For example, removing an arm, breaking a leg or something?!"

Qi Jinlong immediately shook his head: "Brother, what age is it? If you don't have one million and 80 in your pocket in this world, who would dare to do it lightly? You said that method is an old calendar, and it has long been out of practice."

Luo Hu followed suit: "Indeed, the accounts in the imperial capital are much more civilized now."

Wu Bei smiled, since none of you recruited, then listen to me!

At 08:30 in the morning, Binjiang Community.

Wu Bei led Qi Jinlong and Luo Hu to knock on the door of one of the houses.

The reason why he is familiar with the way is because when he first received the job, Qi Jinlong investigated it, and later found that the identity of the debtor was too hard, so he could only give up in resentment.

The door opened, and a gentleman-looking man wearing black-rimmed glasses frowned and glanced at the three brothers.

"Wang Minghui, Mr. Wang? We met before, my name is Wu Bei!"

Wu Bei showed a harmless smile.

That day when he went to Luo Xue's office to borrow money, the person in front of him was also there and laughed very loudly.

Wang Minghui said in confusion for a moment: "Why are you looking for me!"

"Want to borrow your home for a few minutes!"

Wu Bei couldn't help but push the man away and squeeze into the room. Qi Jinlong followed closely behind with his arms around Luo Hu's shoulders.

"What do you want to do! Leave my house immediately, or I will call the police!"

Wang Minghui angrily pulled Wu Bei's arm and yelled.

"Report!"

Wu Bei turned his head, his eyes were cold and cold, like a poisonous mamba that vomits letters.

Wang Minghui was stunned for a few seconds, and the vicious picture of Wu Bei kneeling on the glass stubble in Luo Xue's office suddenly appeared in his mind.

As an upstart of the Aoxue Group, he knows better than anyone else that Wu Shihao and his son are almost forced to have nowhere to go.

"I made it very clear. I just borrowed your house for a few minutes. Doesn't Mr. Wang even give you some face?"

Wu Bei touched the tip of his nose, and turned his gaze towards the direction of the bedroom: "Sister-in-law hasn't woken up yet, right? How old is the child this year?!"

"Don't be silly, what are you trying to do?"

Wang Minghui's mind tightened, and he hurried to the bedroom door, using his body to block the front, and scolded him harshly.