When Old Lady Xiao heard that Xiao Changgan asked her to sell furniture or antiques, she would not make a fuss.
She said annoyedly: "I can still tolerate selling furniture, but you can't even think about selling antiques! They are all coffin books left for me when your father died!"
Xiao Changgan hurriedly persuaded, "Mom, this person is the most important thing when you are alive. Have you hidden those antiques until you take them back to my dad?"
"Don't fart!" Old Mrs. Xiao cursed angrily and shouted: "You know what's the matter? These furniture are registered in the bank. Once the bank comes to seize it, it will definitely detain this batch of furniture, but those antiques, The bank doesn’t know that once we are unable to make up for the situation, the house will be taken away by the bank, and those antiques can be used to save lives!”
Xiao Changgan then suddenly realized!
Selling furniture now means secretly dealing with the things mortgaged to the bank in advance, which is considered to make up for the losses.
But now, once the bankers know about antiques, they may have to find all the antiques back when they dig three feet into the ground.
Therefore, this antique cannot be sold without any necessity.
So, Xiao Changgan hurriedly complimented: "Mom, you should consider it more comprehensively, I will listen to you."
Old Mrs. Xiao snorted coldly and said, "You listened to me and give me the money. Today is not like this!"
When the Xiao family now cut off their financial resources and was in heavy debt, Old Mrs. Xiao jumped angrily.
And all of this is thanks to Xiao Changgan's wife and Qian Hongyan.
If it weren't for the bitch Qian Hongyan's escape with money, how could the Xiao family have fallen into the miserable situation now?
Moreover, Mrs. Xiao had already thought about it and asked her son to take out eight million first, pay off part of the bank's foreign debt, and then drag it for a while to find other solutions.
But now, everything has been ruined. If you want money but no one, the bank has already urged you to come to the door. The entire Xiao family is already in a depressed state of desolation.
The older Mrs. Xiao became more and more angry as she thought about it. She couldn't help but slam the table and cursed: "How come I haven't seen that Qian Hongyan, this bitch, how could I see that she is naturally rebellious! She and that shrew Ma Lan are just birds of a feather, all the way !I regretted the decision I made to marry into the Xiao family in my life. I should have driven her out of the Xiao family and starved to death on the streets.”
Speaking of this, Old Mrs. Xiao bit her back teeth and said angrily: "This bitch is so happy now! More than two million yuan in cash are in her hands, and she also keeps a young man. I wonder where she is now having a happy and romantic life! ”
Old Mrs. Xiao didn't know that at this moment, her daughter-in-law Qian Hongyan was much worse than the Xiao family.
She dug coal in a black coal mine that was no longer visible, and she had to tie her feet with cast iron handcuffs weighing about ten pounds. She could not rest for twelve hours a day. Her hands and feet were covered with blood bubbles. , bloody and bloody.
Moreover, the boss of Hei Coal Kiln Mountain where Qian Hongyan was located was very cruel and ruthless. He arranged a vicious supervisor to the group of workers who sent Hong Wu. He beat them up with the coal digging action. If he was a little dissatisfied, he would use it. The whip was whipped hard.
Qian Hongyan was well maintained before, and she was still charming at the age of 40 or 50, so she was thought of by the supervisor when she arrived at the black coal mine. She was originally despised by the dirty and smelly supervisor, but she would rather die. I don't want him to touch it either.
However, after being maliciously beaten by the other party a few times and deliberately hungry, she completely compromised and became the supervisor's mistress in the black coal mine.
After being a tragic for the supervisor, although she felt a little relieved in her physical labor, she suffered from mental torture.
Originally, she was worth tens of millions of dollars, and the woman who lived in the villa every day was considered half a noble lady.
But now, in the dark, dirty, and even stinky tiled house, she tried her best to cater to the vulgar old supervisor with her body. For her, it was simply the greatest torture in the world.