"Song Zhigao can't take out the 20 million plus interest. I can only ask you to get it. But if you don't admit it, I really can't do anything to you. I know it's not that easy to get the money from your pocket. I have to check it.
Find out where your weaknesses are."
Fang Zijun spoke with a sense of confidence that he was sure of victory, which was completely different from the way he acted when he broke into the Song family and threatened to destroy them.
We are not afraid that gangsters will fight, but we are afraid that gangsters will be educated.
"Ha, God has been so good to me. He actually let me find out something."
Song Tang admitted that Fang Zijun's move was really good, it not only whetted her appetite, but also hit her hard.
"Please tell me quickly."
Fang Zijun smiled lightly, "Do you think I'm stupid? If you don't give me money, can I tell you?"
"..."
"Don't say that you don't know the truth or falsehood if I don't tell you. Then you will enter an endless loop. It's boring."
"You need money, right? How much interest is 20 million plus?"
Fang Zijun spread his fingers and said: "For the sake of Mrs. Rong being so cheerful, I will erase the change for you and make it five million. The total including principal and interest is twenty-five million. I will give you the evidence as soon as I receive the money."
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Song Tang's face turned pale and there was no blood on her face. Her parents died in a car accident. It was an accident and she experienced it personally. She might be excited because of the momentary shock, but calm down and think about it.
It's pure nonsense.
She picked up the tea cup and played with it a few times. When she looked up again, her eyes changed.
"Where's the mortgage contract between you and Song Zhigao?"
Fang Zijun took it out generously, but it was just a copy with his own business card on it, "I can't give you the original. I just get back the money that belongs to me. Once I get the money, I will give you the original together with the evidence.
"
Finally, he added with a smile, "Mrs. Rong is a cheerful person, and I am also a trustworthy person."
Song Tang reached out to take the contract and flipped through a few pages. Sure enough, it was Song Zhigao's signature and personal seal, as well as his fingerprints with clear threads. The payment account was also his personal account.
Over the years, she thought that her second uncle just had no business acumen and was sincerely protective of the Song family. However, she never expected that the Song family was nothing more than a tool for making money for him.
The second uncle and his family have ruined the Song family and want to drain the last drop of the Song family's blood. Only if she is mentally ill will she help him pay back the money.
Besides, she doesn't have that much money.
Song Tang placed the copy of the contract on the table, took his bag, and prepared to get up.
"Mrs. Rong?" Fang Zijun called her.
"Mr. Fang, there is no official seal of the Song family on the contract, which means that the Song family did not know about it. There is no guarantee in the contract. You lent the money to him like this. It was your own negligence. He still hasn't paid.
Money, you can only consider yourself unlucky."
After all, she has been the chairman's secretary for two years and was recently promoted to the secretary-general of the president's office. She can still see clearly the twists and turns in the contract.
"Don't say you won't lose in court. Even if you win, the defendant will not be me or the Song family, but Song Zhigao. You still have to pay back the money from Song Zhigao himself. Let me give you a suggestion
, you might as well just stab him twice and see if he wants his life or money."
Now, it was Fang Zijun's turn to be dumbfounded, "He is your second uncle, you don't care?"
Song Tang sneered and reminded, "Oh, by the way, the Song family's villa is mine too. As for the things inside, I don't want them anymore. You can smash them as you like, but don't damage my house."
After finishing speaking, Song Tang stood up, picked up the teacup on the table, and threw it at the other person's face without any explanation.
Fang Zijun: "..."
"What I hate most is people putting stickers on the car. Don't do such immoral things next time, otherwise, you will be rewarded with a cup of vitriol."
Fang Zijun: "..."
After coming out of the teahouse, Song Tang felt that the sun outside was gone, thick clouds blocked the sunlight, the sky was overcast, and the wind blowing was extremely cold.
Autumn in the capital is very short, especially this year. It feels like it will be cold as soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over.
Originally, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees on the roadside were hanging with bunches of small yellow flowers. In the blink of an eye, the ginkgo leaves turned even more yellow.
"Hey, grandpa, it's me."
"My second uncle wants to sell the Song family. I don't agree. You must not agree."
"Grandpa, I know you are here to fulfill your promise to me, but I prefer to get the Song family back in an honest way, rather than settle it with money."
"Thank you for your understanding, Grandpa."
At the same time, in the Song family villa, Song Shu had packed five large boxes of luggage, and she was going to stay at her grandma's house for a few days.
Both his ID card and passport were taken away by Fang Zijun. He could not go abroad, nor take planes, high-speed rails, trains, etc. Even leaving the capital was a bit troublesome.
My grandma's family is in a suburb outside the Fifth Ring Road. A few years ago, Wen Meixi bought a small villa for her family, and her grandma and uncle's family live in it.
She wanted to hide there for a while.
Wen Meixi disagreed, "You can just pack a few things when you go. With so many boxes, you may not know what your thoughtful aunt will think."
"I don't care what she thinks? I only know that when people like Fang Zijun bully me, none of you will save me."
"Aren't we thinking of a way? Chairman Rong hasn't given us a reply yet. As long as he nods, we can pay back the money."
"Then I will come back after you pay back the money."
"Hey, you kid..."
Song Shu's worries were indeed true, but she started too late. As soon as the iron door opened, a black business car blocked the door before she could drive out.
Song Shu's eldest daughter immediately lost her temper. She got out of the car and went straight to argue with the driver, "Hey, do you have eyes? This is a private residence, not a parking lot. Are you blind or brainless? How could you drive into someone else's house?"
Coming home? You...ah!!!"
The driver lowered the window and before he could speak, Song Shu screamed and ran home, shouting: "Mom, Mom, Fang Zijun is here, Fang Zijun is here..."
Inside the room, Song Zhigao had just come out of the study and was telling Wen Meixi dejectedly that Rong Zeshi had refused to purchase the remaining shares of the Song family.
Hearing Song Shu's shout outside, Song Zhigao instinctively wanted to hide inside.
Wen Meixi grabbed him and said, "Where do you want to run? You caused the trouble, and you still want to run?"
Song Zhigao panicked and stamped his feet, "He will definitely kill me if I don't pay."
"Are you afraid now? When you bet, you didn't know what the outcome would be today?"
Song Shu ran into the house in a panic, turned around and locked the door.
Wen Meixi looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw a black business car parked at the door, blocked face to face with Song Shu's car. The driver was one of the people who followed Fang Zijun that day, but it was only him and no more people.