She doesn't expect her artists to make money, but she is responsible for their future.

What's more, this series of things is caused by himself.

...

The female voice from the phone rang quietly in the quiet room, and there were noodles on the table next to it that had solved the problem of food and clothing in the morning. Combining the previous incident, Wei Qinghe felt inexplicably at ease, and his hand holding the phone tightened.

"good."

The company has detailed information about Wei Qinghe, including his current address.

Yu heard this and came over anxiously, so the two of them didn't say anything more and quickly hung up the phone.

The room was calm again, Wei Qinghe got up and cleaned up briefly. He read a lot of information from last night to this morning.

rumor.

All are rumors.

Fuck, my mom is not like this...

The bowls and chopsticks were packed into the pool and ping-pong sounded. Wei Qinghe rolled up the sleeves of the cotton jacket and began to put water to wash the dishes.

After cleaning up for about ten minutes, Wei Qinghe washed the dishes and cleaned the room. A gentle knock on the door suddenly sounded in the lonely environment.

"Here you come." Wei Qinghe smoothed the wrinkles of his clothes due to housework and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, there was a dense crowd.

A group of men.

Debt collector.

The old-fashioned residential building is located in a very remote place in Jiangqi City. The security level is always low. There are very few residents. A few residents are scattered in various buildings. They are mainly elderly people in their fifties and sixties. There is no way to deal with these young and strong men.

What's more, it's better to have less than more things.

Wei Qinghe widened his eyes, his expression on his face stopped, and then he was full of vigilance and gritting his teeth.

"Oh, why are you standing stupidly? Don't you enter old friends to sit in?" The man in the lead was extremely developed, 1.8 meters tall and big, standing in front of the person, feeling full of oppression. He would walk directly into the narrow room, pressing step by step, forcing Wei Qinghe back into the room.

Finally, the person who came in brought the door. Eight or nine big men rushed in was really a bit crowded. The atmosphere in the room was so depressing that Wei Qinghe was almost breathless.

While Wei Qinghe was retreating, he touched the phone with his hand and immediately held it up and planned to call the police.

Unfortunately, the person in front of him was quick-witted and kicked him up. The rugged soles hit Wei Qinghe's hand heavily, kicked his phone away, and fell heavily on the wall next to him, which was a distance that Wei Qinghe could no longer reach.

Can't touch it.

"I thought something was wrong yesterday. Where else can you go if you are not here? Sure enough, I squatted all night and saw the lights on your room. "Where the man went, everything on the ground was swept away and kicked to both sides.

The newly cleaned room soon became messy again.

"Tell me, now I'm a celebrity and I've made a lot of money. When will I pay back that money for me? You have been delayed for three months. According to the interest rate, you should pay 900,000 yuan." Banzheng's face raised a bloody smile, and the man raised his thick eyebrows lightly, with a playful expression, but it's not easy to mess with.

Thinking of this, Wei Qinghe's eyes became much more sinister, "I only borrowed 300,000 yuan at the beginning. You said it well, there is no interest. Now I want 900,000 yuan to come to me? I will triple it in three months?"

"Yes, it tripled in three months. Of course, I can't count my money anyway. Big stars, you can't even afford to pay the 900,000 yuan?" The man said unreasonably, not thinking that there was anything. They just do this.
Chapter completed!