Chapter 775
As soon as Mrs. Xiao heard that Xiao Changqian asked her to sell furniture or antiques, she became very angry.
She said angrily: "I can tolerate selling furniture, but don't even think about selling antiques! Those are the coffin books your father left for me when he died!"
Xiao Changqian hurriedly persuaded: "Mom, this person is most important when he is alive. Are you hiding those antiques until you bring them back to my dad?"
"Don't fart!" Old Mrs. Xiao scolded angrily and shouted: "What the hell do you know? These furniture are all registered in the bank. Once the bank comes to seize them, they will definitely detain this batch of furniture, but those antiques, The bank doesn’t know that once we are finally helpless and the house is taken away by the bank, those antiques can still be used to save lives!”
Xiao Changqian suddenly realized it!
Selling the furniture now is equivalent to secretly disposing of the things mortgaged to the bank in advance, which can be regarded as making up for the loss.
But now that antiques are being sold, once the people at the bank know about it and they take notice, they may dig deep to find all the antiques.
Therefore, this antique cannot be sold unless absolutely necessary.
So, Xiao Changqian hurriedly complimented and said: "Mom, you should think more comprehensively. I will listen to you."
Mrs. Xiao snorted coldly and said, "If you had listened to me earlier and given me the money, today wouldn't be like this!"
When she thought of the miserable situation in which the Xiao family had cut off its source of income and was still heavily in debt, Mrs. Xiao jumped up and down in anger.
And all of this is thanks to Xiao Changqian's wife, Qian Hongyan.
If that bitch Qian Hongyan hadn't run away with the money, how could the Xiao family have fallen into the miserable situation it is in now?
Moreover, Mrs. Xiao had already thought about it, asking her son to take out eight million to pay off part of the bank's foreign debt first, and then delay it for a while to find other solutions.
But now, everything has come to nothing. There is no money and no one to ask for. The bank has also come to the door, and the entire Xiao family is already in a state of depression.
The more Mrs. Xiao thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but slap the table and cursed: "Qian Hongyan, this bitch, why didn't I see that she was born rebellious! She is the same as that shrew Ma Lan, they are all the same. ! Letting her marry into the Xiao family is the decision I regret most in my life. I should have kicked her out of the Xiao family and starved to death on the streets."
Speaking of this, Mrs. Xiao gritted her back molars and said angrily: "This bitch is so happy now! She has more than two million in cash in her hand, and she also keeps a pretty boy. I don't know where she is enjoying herself right now!" "
Old Mrs. Xiao didn't know that at this moment, her daughter-in-law Qian Hongyan was in a much worse situation than the Xiao family.
She digs coal in a dark coal kiln every day, and her feet are tied with cast iron shackles weighing more than ten kilograms. If she doesn't work for twelve hours a day, she can't rest, and her hands and feet are covered with blood blisters. , bloody and bloody.
Moreover, the boss of Heimeishan Mountain, where Qian Hongyan worked, was very ruthless. He arranged a vicious supervisor for the laborers sent by Hong Wu. His rule was to beat them severely when they were digging coal. If they were slightly dissatisfied, he would use The whip struck hard.
Because Qian Hongyan had taken good care of herself before and could still be said to be charming even in her forties or fifties, she was noticed by the supervisor when she arrived at the black coal mine. Originally, she could not despise the dirty and smelly supervisor and would rather die. I don't want him to touch it either.
However, after being viciously beaten several times and deliberately starved several times, she gave in completely and became the concubine of the supervisor in the black coal mine.
After becoming the concubine of the supervisor, although she had some relief from physical labor, she was tortured mentally.
Originally, she was worth tens of millions and lived in a villa every day, so she was considered half a noblewoman.
But now, in a dark, dirty, and even smelly tile-roofed house, she had to do her best to cater to that nasty old overseer with her body. For her, it was simply the greatest torture in the world.
This chapter has been completed!