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Qin Jia contacted the debt collector at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Her request was simple: to meet today.

The other party had time and provided an address, which Li Nianqing had guessed when he was planning.

If they really came for the Li family, this group of people would probably be very idle now.

Qin Jia went there just to act and see if he could get more information.

According to Li Nianqing's script, Qin Jia brought her own property certificate and a bank card given by Li Nianqing.

He specially found an anonymous card, mainly because Qin Jia still had 30,000 yuan in the card, and Li Nianqing didn't want Qin Jia to empty all the family assets.

There is 100,000 yuan in this anonymous card. It’s not that Li Nianqing is stingy, but money is too important now. She really doesn’t want to let some bastard get away with it.

And the attitude represented by the 100,000 is the most important.

The heartless Li family is such a good target for betrayal.

Qin Jia called Qin Yiming again while on the way, but Qin Yiming didn't answer the call as he was lost in the noisy crowd.

Immediately, Qin Jia's expression became even more worried.

When she arrived at the place, she looked around, as if to make sure her son had not been arrested.

The debt collection equipment was still complete. Including her, there were eight people in the small room.

While it felt oppressive, it also confirmed that these people were targeting them, mother and son.

"I didn't see what I wanted. It seems that the money has been collected?" asked the man with a crew cut who was in the lead.

Qin Jia's back hunched even lower. He took out the property deed and bank card from his arms and begged in a hoarse voice, "I'll mortgage my house to you, and here's 100,000 yuan. Can you give me a few more days? I beg you. In one month, I will find a way to get the money together."

The man with the crew cut didn't even look at what Qin Jia was holding, and his voice became impolite: "You'd better understand that the price we agreed on before was seven days. If you delay it any further, it won't be this amount."

Qin Jia almost fell at the feet of the man with a crew cut and began to cry and scream, trying her best.

He recited all the prepared lines, but finally he was speechless and could only beg for mercy.

The man with a crew cut signaled his men to pull Qin Jia up. It seemed that this woman needed to be forced a little more before she would know how powerful they were.

"Okay, if you don't bring us what we want within four days, you'll have to wait for us to collect your son's body." The man with a crew cut had a sinister look on his face, with a hint of a dragon king smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Qin Jia's eyes twitch.

The true nature of a villain, no matter how good an actor is, he can't play this role.

"Don't hurt my child. I will definitely get the money... money... for you." Qin Jia's body was weak and she was supported by the people on both sides.

The man with a crew cut ignored Qin Jia. He waved his hand and asked his men to carry the man out. He then opened the door and went into the next room.

Just when Qin Jia was about to be dragged out, the brothers behind him suddenly started chatting again.

Younger Brother A: "You still say you are rich."

Younger Brother B: "It's not that she has money, it's her master's family that has money. I think Brother Tiger made a mistake in his calculations, he really can't pay it back."

Younger Brother C: "I heard that he has served the master for decades, but he is not willing to pay even this little money."

Younger Brother A: "Otherwise, the rich have money, but they are so stingy."

The rest of the words were locked behind the door.

Qin Jia had been thrown out.

Qin Jia leaned against the door, rubbing the bank card given by Li Nianqing in her hand, and began to cry incoherently.

Miss Nianqing, you have indeed calculated it correctly.

The other party is hoping that she will turn against her master.

I just hope that these guys don't act too quickly and let Xiao Ming escape safely.

……

On the other side, Qin Yiming wandered around the outskirts of the urban village. Seeing that it was getting completely dark, the final show finally began.

After turning into an alley and making several detours, Qin Yiming soon saw a container in front of him, wedged in a dead end.

An old man was squatting at the door, smoking a cigarette.

Qin Yiming handed over 500 yuan, and the old man looked at the young man.

Although he is a stranger, he looks like a gambler, so there is no problem.

"Go in, and give the money to the one with the black bandage at the back." The old man reminded Qin Yiming and let him go in.

The air inside the room was very bad, but it was obviously much longer than a container, about five or six sections.

All along the way, there were densely packed small tables and stools, and all kinds of people.

Most of them had cigarettes and alcohol in their hands, and some had freshly eaten lunch boxes at their feet.

These smells mixed together made Qin Yiming feel that his living environment was not as good as that of the rats in the sewer.

The rules of this place are a little different. There is no commission and no dealership. They just collect an entrance fee every hour.

Two hundred per hour. If you haven’t left by the time the deadline comes, the black bandages will come up to collect the money.

You can leave early and go out through the door you came from, and the extra entrance fee you paid will be refunded.

You won’t end up with no money left in your pocket after losing everything in a few minutes.

Qin Yiming sat down at the card table, there were three of them but one was missing, and his score was 80.

The money is calculated based on dozens of points, and you can leave the table only after playing one round or losing all your money.

This was exactly what Qin Yiming was good at. After one round, he won three thousand.

Qin Yiming didn't stand up, but raised his hand to ask for two bottles of beer for 100 yuan.

It can be considered as a disguised form of rake. Everything here is five to ten times more expensive. Gamblers also know this. If they win, they will also ask the watchers to make some money.

After winning two more rounds, Qin Yiming saw that the time was almost up and walked to the back.

He was going to the back door, which was a shortcut to the center of the village.

Someone pushed his hat off, but he didn't try to pick it up. He had just finished five bottles of beer and was a little staggering.

Pretending to be drunk is an essential skill for modern working men.

Coming out from the back door, I arrived at an alley.

From here on, it is the real urban village.

Qin Yiming's mission was completed to the last step, and he could start to disappear.

A drunkard in an urban village, in a dim alley, no one would know where he would end up.

His steps were staggering, but his goal was clear.

The small gambling house was located on the east side of the urban village, and Qin Yiming was heading towards the west at this moment.

The road over there is narrower and even small cars cannot enter.

Without the threat of in-vehicle surveillance, he only needed to find an empty corner and then enter that magical space.

Qin Yiming walked deeper into the night, and this time, he had the lighthouse.

At this moment, the debt collectors should have noticed that he was missing and wondered if they were looking for him.

Even if we chase him here, we won't be able to find him.

Qin Yiming was in a good mood. He hadn't felt so happy for a long time. He recalled the stories his mother told him when he was an adult.

It was Qin Jia's 38th birthday. The mother and son drank some wine and talked about the past.

Qin Jia can't drink much. She said that the happiest day of her life was when she walked a very long way.

That road was so long that her past would never find her again.

Qin Yiming thought that his mood at this moment was the same as his mother's at that time.

His past will disappear with the world.

Qin Yiming dodged and disappeared under the eaves of a house in the urban village.