Live broadcast of debt collection, one person is paying attention and the entire network is scared t

As soon as it was aired, a barrage of mountains and tsunamis passed by.

Jiang Ningning rode a scooter and put on a small helmet, "The place we are going to today is a bit far, across the province, so we have to set off early. I will chat with you at rest places on the way. We can't chat while riding."

[Why ride a motorcycle across provinces? Isn’t it nice to fly and train? 】

【Where to go? Who to collect debt from? Living or dead? I'll warm things up for you! 】

[Hahahaha, it’s a hot spot, do you want to dance on the grave? I am coming too! 】

"Let's go to Huicheng. Okay, my dears, hurry up and get going! I just came up to say hello to you. I'm off the air. Let's see you there at twelve o'clock!"

[There is no need to say hello specifically! 】

[If you don’t broadcast it, you are your father. If you want to broadcast it, don’t be a father! 】

Huicheng.

In an old and dilapidated elementary school district room of more than 80 square meters, Qian Peng's father, Qian Guodong, woke up from his sleep with a startle.

Sweating profusely and frightened, he took a few deep breaths, turned his head and slapped Song Jinhua next to him to wake up, Qian Peng's mother.

"You're still asleep. If I can't sleep to death, wake up!"

Song Jinhua was dreaming when she was woken up by Qian Guodong's slap. She was so excited that she almost rolled to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he was filled with fear, trembling and uneasiness, and his face was ashen and gray, "His father, Pengpeng, gave me a dream."

Qian Guodong's already pale face immediately turned a little whiter, "He also gave you a dream? What did you say?"

Song Jinhua swallowed and said, "He said he wanted to give Xu Xinyang the money we have here."

Qian Guodong's gray face turned livid, "That's impossible!"

Song Jinhua continued: "Pengpeng also said that he was harmed by Xiao Youyou, separated from Xu Xinyang and his wife, and did something wrong to Xinyang. Now that Xinyang hates him, he can't have a good pregnancy, even though they are both Xiao You It's You's fault, but if we return the money to Xinyang and Xinyang forgives him, he can be the grandson of the richest man!"

Qian Guodong frowned, "This dream is the same as mine. Did he also tell you that a person named Jiang Ningning asked him to entrust the dream? Let us do what he said?"

Song Jinhua sweated anxiously and nodded.

"Yes, his dad, what's going on? I watched Jiang Ningning's live broadcast yesterday. Xu Xinyang went to her and asked her to help collect debts from Qian Peng. Last night we talked about debt collection, and last night Pengpeng gave us a dream. This is so scary, the key is, everyone who asked her to come to her door was arrested!"

Song Jinhua was scared to death.

Qian Guodong was also frightened.

Yesterday, when Song Jinhua watched the live broadcast, the couple laughed and scolded Xu Xinyang for talking nonsense. Can they get their money back by finding a debt collection anchor? I really don’t know how high the sky is.

But now——

The couple stared at each other for a moment, then Qian Guodong suddenly turned over and fell to the ground.

"That Jiang Ningning always smashes the wall every time she goes to collect debts, but there are no problems in the walls of our house, so we are not afraid of her smashing them. Moreover, the structure of our house is special, and they are all load-bearing walls, so she does not dare to smash them."

"Both of us have never done anything immoral in our lives, and we are not afraid that she will find any evidence to send us in."

"We are not afraid of slanted shadows when we are upright!"

"As for money, Xinyang and Pengpeng haven't divorced yet. Pengpeng's front leg just died. If Xinyang came to Jiang Ningning to collect debts from us, she would be unreasonable. We are the weaker party. We just lost our son. The white-haired man Sending a black-haired person away, and having to face a vicious daughter-in-law... Let me think about it, let me think about it."

When Qian Peng was able to wipe out Xu Xinyang's parents' money and obtain Xu Xinyang's grandmother's large inheritance, he had many suggestions.

This time I will definitely come up with a good idea.

When he said this, Song Jinhua quickly turned over and got to the ground, "Just think about it, I'll make you breakfast first."

Finished two bowls of braised noodles.

The couple sat facing each other at the dining table.

"Is there any way?" Song Jinhua asked with hope and dependence.

Qian Guodong said: "Didn't Pengpeng get close to Xiao Youyou during his lifetime? In this way, if this Jiang Ningning really finds our home, we will cry, crying that Pengpeng died unjustly, crying that Xiao Youyou is not a thing, just say Pengpeng's money was defrauded by Xiao Youyou, let's apologize to Xinyang and play the family card to Xinyang, and netizens will fall for it."

Song Jinhua glared, "It's a good idea to divert trouble to the east!"

With their minds made up, the old couple had nothing to fear.

Make arrangements at home immediately.

Qian Peng's portrait was placed in the most conspicuous position.

It’s not over yet, the incense candles and tributes are put out.

After everything was cleaned up, Song Jinhua picked up her mobile phone and started the live broadcast, and went directly to [Funeral Service Ms. Jiang: Live Broadcast Debt Collection].

When I saw the live video of Jiang Ningning getting up in the morning, I immediately exclaimed, "His dad, this Jiang Ningning said at seven o'clock in the morning that he was coming to collect debts! He said he was coming to Huicheng! He is really coming to our house!"

Qian Guodong sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and took a sip of soft Chinese.

"What's the rush? We've already made arrangements, haven't we? You go and make arrangements to make yourself look haggard."

Since my son died——

They both spent money freely and didn't bother to take it too seriously.

When your son dies, how can you not be sad as a parent, especially your biological father and mother?

Which white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift without breaking their heart.

Can--

In the past, when Qian Peng was alive, they had to tell Qian Peng what money they wanted to spend. After all, the money was given by Qian Peng. This feeling of asking for money was very degrading.

Now that Qian Peng is dead, all the money is left with them.

Millions!

So much money!

It's all theirs!

They are both in their sixties, and it has been several decades since the flowers bloomed.

Qian Guodong's calmness infected Song Guihua, and Song Guihua also calmed down and went to the bathroom to freshen up to make herself look more vicissitudes of life.

Just as I walked to the bathroom door, there was a sudden banging on the door.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The blows were hard and fierce, and it was like being hit in the heart.

Song Jinhua's eyelids suddenly twitched, and she turned to Qian Guodong and said, "Here we come! Didn't it say twelve o'clock? It's only after eleven o'clock!"

Qian Guodong took a long puff of cigarette and then stubbed out the remaining half in the ashtray.

As soon as he rolled up his sleeves, he stood up and cried, "My Pengpeng, you died so miserably! You died like this, how can you let your father live! Pengpeng!"

As soon as he cried, Song Jinhua reacted immediately and started crying too.

"Pengpeng, it's not easy for your parents to send you from the countryside to go to college, find a job, and start a family. How could you have the heart to leave your parents alone and leave early! My Pengpeng!"

The couple burst into tears and no one opened the door.

Isn’t this anchor good at smashing!

Let her smash it!

Breaking down the door is a crime for her!

The harder she hit, the more advantage they had.

Bang bang bang!

There were three slamming sounds on the door.

Follow.

The moment Song Jinhua howled, a loud bang suddenly came from the door.

Song Jinhua's cry was blocked.

Turn around.

I watched as my solid security door fell to the ground.