The Ultimate Villain

Tan Zhihong took a few steps back in panic: "What are you doing—"

Song Zhimei quickly stood up and held Zhang Nan, and said in a low voice, "That's enough—Lao Tan promised to arrange things for you to prove your ability, what else do you want?"

Hearing this, Zhang Nan stopped and stared at Tan Zhihong coldly——

Mad, this kid is so fierce——

Tan Zhihong's head was covered with fine beads of sweat, he calmed down, then walked to the desk and took out a document, and said coldly: "For the sake of sister-in-law, I will give you a chance.

This is a bad debt of 500 million yuan that has been accumulated in my hands for nearly two months. I will give you three days to recover it from Jian Peng, the second son of Dingsheng Group.

Remember, you have three days, if you can't recover the debt, leave Jincheng immediately—"

Song Zhimei raised her eyebrows, and quickly stepped forward and said, "This requirement is too strict. Old Tan, you can't pay back the debt in two months. How can a newcomer, Ah Sheng, do it in three days?"

Tan Zhihong sneered and said, "Then I don't care. He has to do things. I arranged things. If he can't do well, he's incompetent. Jincheng doesn't support useless people—"

Song Zhimei frowned and looked at Zhang Nan, gritted her teeth and said, "Then, let Ah Sheng use the company's resources at will, so it's only fair to Ah Sheng."

Tan Zhihong sneered and said, "Okay, the company's resources can be used by him. As long as he is recovered, I will assign him the position of a small team leader."

out of the office—

Zhang Nan looked at Song Zhimei's delicate and charming cheeks, and smiled slightly: "Thank you sister-in-law for helping me speak—"

Song Zhimei stroked the hair next to her ears in a charming posture, and smiled helplessly: "Then I won't do it if I don't help you. Old Chang told me to take good care of you. Who knew you'd be so aggressive, and you'd start fighting if you disagreed with me."

Zhang Nan shrugged: "That's not my fault, whoever makes him think I'm a fool, beating him will be light."

Song Zhimei tapped his forehead with her jade fingers in a charming posture, and giggled: "Forget it, you can do your best. Let me tell you about Jian Pengju's situation, so that you, a fool, won't suffer a lot."

Zhang Nan shrugged and smiled faintly: "That really bothered my sister-in-law—"

Song Zhimei chuckled: "Actually, this Dingsheng Group is a well-known builder in Qingcheng, and the second son, Jian Pengju, is nothing at all. Relying on his family's wealth and power, he owes countless debts because of his style and style outside. This bad debt was also entrusted by others. of.

As soon as Lao Tan took over, he regretted it, because Jian Pengju was the second son of the Dingsheng Group, and he could not use too dark and violent methods against Jian Pengju, but Jian Pengju didn't care at all when he said soft words, so the bad debt was always thrown in his hands.

Now, Lao Tan throwing this bad debt to you is to make things difficult for you sincerely. As long as you don't do well, he will have a reason to kick you away.

At that time, even if I talk, it won’t work—"

Zhang Nan smiled faintly: "Thank you sister-in-law for reminding me, I will definitely take the money."

Song Zhimei stretched out her jade arms to rest on Zhang Nan's shoulders with charming eyes like silk, and breathed out the fragrance in his ears: "Then come on, sister-in-law is actually very optimistic about you, let's prove your strength—"

Zhang Nan just felt a burst of charming fragrance rushing towards her, and couldn't help but reach out to wrap her arms around Song Zhimei's slender waist, but Song Zhimei just giggled, twisted her slender waist and left——

Zhang Nan looked at her fragrant buttocks with fiery eyes, and smiled evilly: "What a female fairy—"

After sending Song Zhimei away, he immediately returned to the office, and said lightly, "I want a motorcycle instead."

Tan Zhihong sat on the armchair and said with a sneer, "Okay, what car do you want?"

Zhang Nan smiled faintly: "I want your silver-gray high-end Harley motorcycle."

Tan Zhihong patted the table, stared and said, "I spent 20 yuan to refit that car. Why do you want it? Who do you think you are?"

Zhang Nan said lightly: "You promised me to deploy the company's resources at will."

Tan Zhihong was at a loss for words immediately, his arrogance instantly extinguished, he threw the key to Zhang Nan, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, tell you, don't scratch my car, or I will never let you go—"

Zhang Nan turned around and left: "Now it's mine—"

Tan Zhihong's face flushed immediately, and he cursed angrily: "Fuck, what about you, if you don't return the money, I will deal with you again—"