Last time Zhong Jiaxi beat up his colleague. If Jiang Zhihao hadn't come over with hundreds of thousands to compensate him in time, he might still be squatting there now.
This guy doesn't have a long memory at all, but Jiang Zhihao has no other choice. The matter has already happened, so he can only take it one step at a time.
He looked at Yuan Pingqiang and said: "It was wrong for him to hit you..."
Hearing what he said, Zhong Jiaxi said with an unhappy face: "What's wrong with me? Didn't you hear what he said!"
"Shut up!" Jiang Zhihao glared at him.
In the past, Zhong Jiaxi would not pay attention to him at all, but now, when Jiang Zhihao glared at him, Zhong Jiaxi felt a little guilty and could only mutter: "He deserves to be beaten in the first place!"
Jiang Zhihao looked at Yuan Pingqiang and said, "I'm sorry for him. I'll give you an extra 10,000 yuan for medical expenses. Is that okay?"
"Ten thousand yuan? How about sending a beggar away?" A person who followed Yuan Pingqiang sneered: "Just for beating him, we can put him in jail! Do you think that ten thousand yuan can solve the problem?"
"That's right, we were owed more than 10 million yuan but haven't paid it yet. Now it seems like 10,000 yuan is a lot. Who cares?" The only woman said carelessly with a cigarette in her mouth.
Jiang Zhihao frowned and asked: "Then how much do you want? I have already said that according to national laws, I can only give you four hundred and eighty percent interest on the IOU. And to put it bluntly, even if he goes in and squats for a few days
So what, do you think that just one punch and a kick can make him sit through the bottom of the cell?"
"That's right, I dare to admit it if I dare to beat him, and I'm not afraid of going to jail! But after I get out, I will still see you beat me again and again!" Zhong Jiaxi shouted.
His appearance as a reckless man is really a bit bluffing.
The few people looked at each other, feeling a little unsure.
In fact, when they came here, they knew very well that it was impossible to get more than 10 million in compound interest. Only Jiang Zhihao was stupid, and he would pay the interest as they said.
But someone told them that Jiang Zhihao made tens of millions in the shanty town.
Even if I can't get all the money, I still have to get him at least 1.8 million.
Several people squatted next to Yuan Pingqiang's ears and muttered for a while, and then one of them stood up and said: "Pay Brother Qiang one million, let this matter go, or we will see you in court! Don't tell us that we are not afraid of going to jail, act like we are afraid
Same thing. Even if going to jail doesn’t hurt you, I don’t believe your parents won’t be embarrassed! Then we’ll go to your parents’ house every day to hold up banners and shout the horn to see if they will be pissed off by you!”
"How dare you!" Zhong Jiaxi's eyes widened. He was really not afraid of going to jail, but if these scoundrels came to make a fuss in front of his house, his parents would probably be very angry and sick.
The last time he resigned, Shao Hailan was so angry that he fainted once. Zhong Jiaxi didn't want such a thing to happen again.
"We don't dare? Try it!" The man sneered: "If you are barefoot and don't mind wearing shoes, let's see who can outlast the other!"
Zhong Jia's head was filled with smoke, but there was nothing he could do. His impulsiveness gave these people a reason to take the opportunity to stir up trouble.
Now that Li is on his side, what can he say?
Jiang Zhihao frowned even more tightly and said: "One million is too much, at most one hundred thousand, everything is settled here. If you want the money, don't hold it back. Or you can try it, just with this little injury, you can
If he can't be sent to jail, that's another question. In my opinion, the most he can do is to be detained for fifteen days for fighting."