Things in Feng Yichi Shopping Mall are getting busier and busier. Xiaoxiao doesn’t really understand business matters, so she really can’t help in this regard.
In the evening, it seemed that an uninvited guest came to the Feng family.
The atmosphere in the living room became very serious. Xiaoxiao, Feng Xinmeng, and Mumaomao were hiding upstairs and did not dare to go down to disturb them. They just secretly looked at the deadlock below.
Feng Yichi was sitting on the sofa. Opposite him, there was a man in a suit and tie. He was fat and looked like a tycoon. Behind the man were two people who looked like bodyguards.
"Mr. Zhang, this contract is indeed signed between me and your company. I have the right to use that property." Feng Yichi said coldly.
The fat man who was called was Mr. Zhang in Feng Yichi's words. He shook his hand: "Our property company is responsible for ensuring all the property of the responsible person. Mr. Feng, when you signed that contract, you should be very careful.
It is clear that our company will never transfer that property to anyone except myself, not even to my relatives and children. I can only handle it personally. And such a large amount as yours... is really embarrassing.
Do it." When Fatty Zhang spoke, he suddenly looked cunning and cunning.
Xiaoxiao touched her chin and heard some clues upstairs. It seemed that there was friction due to some money relationship in the mall.
"Mr. Zhang, don't force me to use other forces." Feng Yichi's eyes widened.
Fatty Zhang was not afraid, but he said politely: "Mr. Feng, aren't you making things difficult for me? You said you have such a large amount. I really can't make the decision. Only your wife can use it! After all,
It’s your wife’s signature that’s written on the contract.”
Feng Yichi frowned slightly and clenched his fists for a moment.
Fatty Zhang smiled secretly, and then said seriously: "If your wife was killed, is there any suicide note that can prove that she has transferred the property back to you? We will transfer the property back to you immediately without saying anything."
on the account."
The atmosphere below became even more creepy. Feng Yichi's face had turned a little livid.
Xiaoxiao moved her head back and said to herself: "What the hell is going on? That Mr. Zhang seems to be very treacherous."
Feng Xinmeng, who was standing aside, said with a straight face: "I know what's going on."
The eyes of mother and son fell on Feng Xinmeng, and Xiaoxiao asked: "Xinmeng, do you know what's going on? I was confused when I heard it."
Xinmeng nodded: "I heard Daddy say that a few years ago, Daddy transferred half of his property to my mother's name through a company. The fat uncle sitting below must be the boss of that company.
.Daddy now wants to take the half of the property that will be given to my mother, but it seems that the fat uncle knows that my mother is dead and does not want to return the money to my father."
After Feng Xinmeng's advice, Xiaoxiao immediately understood what was going on. Looking at the situation below, Feng Xinmeng's words are inseparable. It is really hateful that he wants to use a dead person to drain other people's money!
"Mr. Feng, how about it? We have already taken the biggest step back. As long as you can produce evidence that your wife said that the property will be transferred back to you, we will return the money to you immediately." Fatty Zhang said with a smile, already stealing in his heart.
He was overjoyed. He had already heard that Feng Yichi's wife had died. When he signed the transfer contract, it was stated that only the parties involved could use the property. Even relatives and children were invalid and could not use the property.
!So...this can be regarded as God's help. He can take this huge amount of money as his own in an upright and open manner.
Upstairs, Mu Xiaoxiao became angry after hearing this. If she hadn't taken the overall situation into consideration, she was really afraid that she would not be able to help but rush down and tear the fat man's face apart.
But she still maintained her composure. Her mind was spinning rapidly, and her eyes flashed as she said, "Xinmeng, I ask you a question, and you must answer me very honestly."
"Um."
"How much do I look like your mother?" she asked seriously.
Feng Xinmeng touched her chin and looked at Xiaoxiao carefully: "I think she looks a lot like her. At first glance, Aunt Xiaoxiao looks very much like her mother. But after getting along for a long time, she will find many things.
They’re all different.”
The corner of Xiaoxiao's mouth curled up: "So what you mean is that at first glance, they are indeed very similar, and even people who are not particularly familiar with them can't recognize them, right?"
Feng Xinmeng nodded: "Aunt Xiaoxiao, what do you want to do?"
"Xinmeng, find your mother's clothes and some accessories. I'll use them." She clenched her fists and said, although it was very disrespectful to the dead, but it was still a matter of course. Feng Yichi is now in
The problems encountered in the shopping mall must be related to money. Thinking about the fact that the Feng family already has a lot of property, but they still need money, it means that the matter must be very serious and they urgently need more and more money. Things must be prioritized.
Just take a gamble.
In the living room, Feng Yichi lit a cigarette: "Mr. Zhang, if you still want to get out of Feng's house alive, I advise you not to think about my wife's property."
Fatty Zhang was a little shocked, but he clenched his fists and tried to calm down: "Mr. Feng, I am doing this out of respect for your wife. I made this clear when we signed the contract. Our company is based on integrity.
.We will not do anything that violates the treaty. My words are very clear. If your wife has accidentally gone to another world, as long as you provide proof that she intends to transfer money, we will definitely do what we say.
When it arrives, transfer the money immediately." Fatty Zhang still missed the point of not having a transfer certificate. Anyway, you will never see the person alive or the body after death. As long as Feng Yichi's wife did not write a suicide note before she died, saying that she would return the property to Feng Yichi and his wife.
You can swallow this money.
Feng Yichi's face was getting colder and colder. Just when he was about to speak.
"Who said I died? I went to another world?" A crisp voice came down from upstairs, and Mu Xiaoxiao was seen wearing a violet dress. Her hair was shawl-length, and she was wearing some exquisite trinkets. She held her head high,
She walked down quietly, with every movement carrying the demeanor of a lady.
Feng Yichi suddenly turned his head and looked at the person walking downstairs, unable to turn his eyes away.
Fatty Zhang was also dumbfounded. His eyes almost popped out of his sockets. He rubbed his eyes with his fat hands and tried his best to glare at the woman coming down the escalator: "You...you..."
Xiaoxiao smiled, raised her chin slightly, and looked at Fatty Zhang sitting on the sofa: "Mr. Zhang, I really don't know what you meant by what you just said. You kept saying that I was in distress. Ha... you are cursing.