"Don't worry," Wen Meixi said, "Song Shu, can you see clearly that he is the only one in the car?"
Song Shu tried her best to recall that she saw the driver as soon as the window was down. The co-pilot was sure that no one was there, but she didn't pay attention to see if there was anyone in the back seat.
Song Zhigao also looked outside a few times, but did not see Fang Zijun.
Wen Meixi encouraged her husband: "Go out and see what this person does."
"I……"
"If Fang Zijun is not around, his little brother doesn't dare to mess around."
Even so, Song Zhigao was still afraid.
He is the youngest in the family. When he was a child, he was pampered by his protective parents. When he grew up, he was protected by his capable elder brother. When he got married, he had a considerate wife to take care of him. For most of his life, he lived a life where someone helped him take care of everything.
He simply can't afford to take the lead.
"You are the only man in the family. Go quickly. Are you still the head of the family?!"
Under Wen Meixi's constant encouragement and abuse, Song Zhigao timidly walked out of the house.
Inside, the mother and daughter saw Song Zhigao getting into Song Shu's car, driving her car back to its original position, then turning off the engine, taking out the car key and returning.
"Go and close the iron door," Wen Meixi refused to let him in. "Iron door, close the iron door and lock it."
Song Zhigao had no choice but to bite the bullet and close the door.
After closing the door and entering, the mother and daughter gathered around and asked, "What did that person say?"
"As long as things are not transported out of the country, you can come and go freely."
Song Shu immediately walked out, "Then I won't move anything anymore and can I just go out to the head office?"
"Come back, come back," Wen Meixi grabbed her, "How can you be safer when you go outside alone than at home?"
"...Then I can't wait to die at home, right?!"
"Bah, bah, stop talking nonsense, Fang Zijun is just looking for money, not life."
Song Zhigao slumped on the sofa, "You are calm. Mr. Rong refused. There is no money. What should we do now?"
After this experience, Wen Meixi was deeply disappointed with her husband. She knew that her husband was unreliable, so she never counted on him. "If this family relied on you, it would have gone to the northwest."
At this moment, a creaking sound suddenly came from the iron door that had just been locked outside.
They followed the sound and saw a strong man climbing up the iron door. He climbed in after several attempts and opened the iron door from the inside.
Then, a black commercial vehicle drove in, followed closely by two cars.
The car stopped and Fang Zijun got out of the car.
"..." Song Zhigao panicked at that moment, jumped up from the sofa and ran upstairs.
"Song Zhigao, you..." Wen Meixi couldn't stop him even if she wanted to.
The next second, there was a knock on the front door of the villa, and the sound of "pah pah pah" was overwhelming. There were also many people standing outside the window, staring at the two white mice inside.
Song Shu was so frightened that she quickly hid behind her mother, trembling.
Wen Meixi reassured: "The more scared you are, the more arrogant they will be. Don't be afraid, they are just scaring people."
"But last time..."
"They didn't cause any substantial harm to you last time. Trust me, they just wanted money," Wen Meixi said calmly, "Go and stay with your dad."
"Mom, are you alone?"
"I said it's okay. Don't be as timid and fearful as your father!"
Song Shu nodded and immediately ran upstairs.
Then, Wen Meixi cheered up and calmly opened the door.
When the door opened, Fang Zijun raised his leg and kicked the person directly to the ground.
Wen Meixi was almost 60 years old after all. This kick hit her right in the abdomen and hit her butt so hard that she almost fainted from the pain.
"Where is Song Zhigao?" Fang Zijun asked as soon as he entered the door, "Call that coward of yours out, I saw him just now!"
Wen Meixi was in unexplainable pain. She lay on the ground and couldn't get up.
Fang Zijun stood at the top of the stairs, raised his head and shouted: "Song Zhigao, are you the only one who is worthy of marrying and having children? Damn, if you keep hiding from me, don't blame me for being rude."
Song Zhigao walked down slowly and leisurely, holding on to the handrails with both hands and trembling legs.
"What are you hiding from? Can I skin you or cut your flesh? I told you that I am legally demanding debts and I don't want your life."
Song Zhigao went downstairs, walked to his wife, and helped her up.
The three of them sat on the sofa, and others stood in the hall. At first glance, there were more than ten people.
In this way, Song Zhigao and Wen Meixi also knew that Fang Zijun did not ask for money from Song Tang.
With a "pop" sound, the boy behind Fang Zijun took out a watermelon knife from his coat fly and slapped it on the coffee table. The knife was 30 centimeters long, and it was edged and very sharp.
The others were holding the fly of their clothes with one hand and holding something hidden inside the fly with the other, all of them grinning with anger.
When Song Zhigao saw this, he immediately begged for mercy, "Brother Jun, come as soon as you come. Why are you so scary every time?"
"How about me and your brothers?"
"No, no, no, I'm not worthy..."
Fang Zijun knew that Song Zhigao was useless and had no money, so he was not as decisive as Wen Meixi. He crossed his legs and said straight to the point: "Twenty-five million with principal and interest, either I take away one life, or,
Pay back the money.”
Song Zhigao was completely stunned, "Where did the extra five million come from?"
"The loan does not include interest, so I lend it to you for free?"
"That's too..."
"You guys call us loan sharks. It's not that high. I'm sorry for the name."
"..."
Wen Meixi had been prepared, Song Tang was not threatened, and Fang Zijun would come sooner or later.
"Subtract a little bit from Brother Jun, and suddenly there is an extra five million. We were caught off guard."
Song Zhigao's eyes widened and he turned his head mechanically with disbelief in his eyes.
"Haha, it's easy to talk. Sister-in-law, I kicked you just now. I'm sorry. How about I give you a deduction of 20,000 yuan for medical expenses?"
Wen Meixi endured the severe pain in her tailbone and said: "Twenty-four million, all the ID cards and passports of our family of four must be given to me. If you agree, we will pay immediately."
I am really exhausted mentally and physically, and I don’t want to delay it any longer. I just want to end this matter immediately.
Fang Zijun clapped his hands and praised with a smile: "Okay, okay, sister-in-law, please be happy. Come and get the things from my car. But sister-in-law, I still have to correct you. You are not paying, but paying back, hahaha
Ha ha."
The family's ID cards were brought immediately, and Wen Meixi checked them carefully one by one, for fear of being stolen.
Fang Zijun sneered, "I'm running business, not giving false testimony."
Song Zhigao was panicking. How could his family still have so much money?
Wen Meixi took back the certificate and said, "Go to the bank. Such a sum of money needs to be transferred to the bank."
"Okay, let my driver take you there, and I will wait for the news at your house. As soon as the news arrives, we will leave immediately and leave the settlement certificate with you."
Wen Meixi stood up with difficulty, and Song Zhigao asked in a panic: "You...you don't want to leave us and run away, do you?"
Wen Meixi was so angry that she almost lost her breath, "My daughter is still upstairs. Unlike you, I am so selfish that I don't even care about my daughter's innocence and life."
Song Zhigao: "..."
Fang Zijun said with admiration, "Oh, Song Tang still understands you. The women of your Song family are still very powerful."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Wen Meixi suddenly surged with hatred, wishing she could rip off Song Tang's bastard hoof. This chapter has been completed!