Long Aotian became popular overnight after wearing a sick and weak white moonlight

Although the security guards at the bank had seen big scenes before, they were still extremely shocked when they saw Zhou Heng, who was wearing a coat over a hospital gown and wearing plastic slippers on his feet. They grabbed their batons and stopped Zhou Heng in front of him: "Brother! Which mental hospital?"

"I am an SVIP customer of your bank."

Zhou Heng was not in a hurry, he glanced at the second floor and said, "Let Yuan Qiling come out and see me."

Yuan Qiling is the financial manager selected by the original owner to sign the contract.

However, when the security guards saw that Zhou Heng was wearing a hospital gown, plastic slippers on his feet, disheveled hair, pale complexion, old coat, and no follower behind him, he didn't look like a rich man at all. Very busy! No time to talk to you beggar!"

Some people also looked at Zhou Hengsheng's logo, and groaned angrily: "I listened to my advice, if you are a three-year-old, you should have the professional ethics of being a three-year-old. You can make troubles in bed, but you have to be beaten to death when you go out-ah! "

The mouthed security guard let out a scream.

Just being "touched" by Zhou Heng lightly, his left hand hangs down in an arc that humans can't do!

The piercing pain spread all over the body!

Left hand!

Dislocated!

The security guards were shocked, waving batons to rush up.

"stop!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the business manager in the lobby urgently stopped the chaotic scene, and said to Zhou Heng with a false smile, "Welcome! What's your name, sir?"

Zhou Heng glanced at the business manager of oil-headed noodle noodles in a suit and leather shoes, and said, "I'm Zhou Heng."

"... Zhou... Zhou Heng? You are Zhou Heng!"

The business manager shuddered.

Zhou Heng nodded and asked bluntly, "Is Yuan Qiling here today?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! The vice president is upstairs!"

The business manager replied tremblingly.

"Take me to his office."

"Yes!"

The business manager's impression of Zhou Heng is still three years ago. At that time, he was a popular anchor. Although he was born fair and quiet, he had a male duck voice. Later, he heard that he had a car accident and became a vegetable. Unexpectedly When we met again three years later, not only did his face look better than before, but his voice also changed from a duck voice to a male voice.

Probably under the pretext of turning into a vegetative state in a car accident, he secretly went abroad for plastic surgery and then had a minor surgery on the vocal cords?

The business manager suppressed his confusion, and led Zhou Heng outside the office of Yuan Qiling, who was promoted to vice president last month, and pushed open the glass door: "Vice President Yuan is inside, please come in."

Zhou Heng nodded: "Thank you."

When the business manager heard this, he trembled all over.

He had been Yuan Qiling's assistant for a whole year, knowing that Yuan Qiling had always had dirty hands and feet, and just now he saw Zhou Heng's skills...

Vice President Yuan, I wish you a smooth ride through this disaster.

The business manager thought maliciously.

On the other side, Zhou Heng had already seen Yuan Qiling.

In the glitteringly decorated office, Yuan Qiling put his legs on the desk and made a phone call with his face sideways. The collar of his shirt was ripped open, revealing his fat chest.

Hearing footsteps, Yuan Qiling turned his head.

"Zhou...Zhou Heng..."

Yuan Qiling narrowed his eyes, his face was full of disbelief, the phone he was talking on fell on the desk unknowingly, and a coquettish voice came out from the speaker: "Husband, why don't you talk? Could it be your yellow-faced woman suddenly Room rounds?"

"Shut up! Bitch!"

Yuan Qiling came back to his senses, hung up the phone in a hurry, then stood up immediately, and looked at Zhou Heng flatteringly: "Mr. Zhou... Okay... Long time no see! Are you awake?"

"Woke up a week ago."

Zhou Heng looked at Yuan Qiling indifferently—a flat face, squinted eyes, a Mediterranean head, a beer belly, and a large piece of chest hair and fat exposed by the open shirt collar, a standard middle-aged greasy man.

Yuan Qiling also came back to his senses at this time, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"I heard that my house was forcibly taken back by the bank because of the outage?"

Zhou Heng's tone was very calm, as if the judge was stating the facts without any personal feelings involved.

Yuan Qiling couldn't be as calm as Zhou Heng, his eyes rolled wildly, trying to find an excuse to evade the matter, but when he raised his eyes, he met Zhou Heng's eyes.

He became more radiant than before.

Three years ago, Zhou Heng was a popular anchor. He was in full bloom, and his every move was shining brightly. Three years later, Zhou Heng lost the star halo of being a popular anchor, and his face was still pale from a serious illness. But it's so clean and thorough that you can't look directly at it, like the sun rising after the rain!

At this moment, after waking up from the vegetative state, Zhou Heng, who was as bright as the sun after waking up, looked at him coldly, as if he knew that he was behind the sudden loss of the house and being taken away by the bank, and he seemed to be simply looking at a stranger people.

Yuan Qiling clenched his fists unconsciously, feeling strange in his heart: he was afraid that Zhou Heng would know the truth, and he was even more afraid of becoming a stranger in Zhou Heng's eyes.

Seeing Yuan Qiling's sudden silence, Zhou Heng turned around and pulled a chair to sit down: "Tell me, what's going on?"

"I……"

Yuan Qiling tried his best to suppress the strange doctor in his heart, pursed his lips, and said, "...Are you here today to ask me about my crimes?"

Zhou Heng smiled indifferently: "You say so."

When Yuan Qiling heard the words, his heart trembled wildly, and he stammered: "I just suggested that your parents cut off the monthly house payment, keep your bank card balance and your 500 million wealth management fund! I didn't do anything! Really! Nothing happened!"

"But you re-auctioned the house I bought for 3000 million at a price of less than 1000 million."

Zhou Heng stated the facts calmly, and Yuan Qiling's heart skipped a beat every time he said a word.

"...I checked the latest housing price in that community, and it was 25 per square meter. That is to say, the market value of my house is around 5000 million. Even if it is calculated based on the starting price of the bank auction real estate is 70.00% of the original transaction price of the house , The starting price of the house bought for 3000 million should be 2000 million, isn’t it? Why is the final transaction price not even 1000 million, and the average price is even a fraction of the property in the same community?”

By the time Zhou Heng finished speaking, Yuan Qiling's heart rhythm was so chaotic that he might have a heart attack at any time.

"Because...because..."

"Because of what?"

Zhou Heng raised his eyes and glanced at Yuan Qiling.

Yuan Qiling was quiet for a moment, not daring to breathe.

Zhou Heng smiled and said in a calm tone, "I can wait 5 minutes for your explanation on the matter that the auction price of the house is much lower than the market price, because I have something more important to ask you."

"whats the matter!"

Yuan Qiling trembled as if being whipped.

"Three years ago, I bought 500 million financial management from your side. Why did you manage the balance of 500 million financial management with no income and only 1 yuan?"

"..."

Yuan Qiling was stiff all over.

He wanted to find an excuse to prevaricate Zhou Heng, but after opening his mouth for a long time, he couldn't get out a word.

until--

"Five minutes have passed, what's your explanation about the house?"

Zhou Heng's tone was still calm.

Yuan Qiling was so embarrassed that he was sweating profusely, he hesitated for a long time and finally choked out a sentence: "What do you want?"

"It should be mine, not a single point less."

After speaking, Zhou Heng got up and strode out of the office.

Yuan Qiling patted his beating heart and wanted to sit down to catch his breath, but his body ran out after Zhou Heng uncontrollably. He followed Zhou Heng until he walked out of the bank gate, only to be woken up by the cold wind outside——

When Zhou Heng came to the bank to buy wealth management products three years ago, he didn't sign a guarantee agreement. Logically speaking, even if he lost all 500 million, he would have to hold his nose to admit it!

And the house thing!

It is really unreasonable to auction a house bought for 3000 million for less than 1000 million, but the process on the surface is legal!

There is no need for him to bow his knees in front of Zhou Heng!

Thinking of this, Yuan Qiling became furious, raised his hand and stopped Zhou Heng who was about to board the car back to the hospital, and said, "Although financial management is not stock trading, it is also risky! You didn't sign the guarantee agreement, so I don't need to settle the claim for you! Also, although I I gave some advice to your parents. If your parents hadn’t taken the initiative to cut off the housing loan, your house wouldn’t have been taken away by the bank and finally sold at a low price! The 2000 million yuan was lost because your parents didn’t know it, and it has nothing to do with me. !"

"understood."

Zhou Heng pushed Yuan Qiling away and got into the car without looking back.

Snapped!

The door is closed.

Through the rearview mirror, Hu Tiancong saw Zhou Heng sitting calmly on the seat, his long legs that could not be concealed by the hospital gown were crossed, and his slender fingers were holding a thousand paper cranes.

Outside the car window, a distraught Yuan Qiling was gnashing his teeth and staring at them.

"Brother Zhou, you..."

"Do you also think it's superfluous for me to come to the bank?"

"I……"

I still haven't figured out what medicine you buy in your gourd!

Hu Tiancong swallowed the words, and forcefully squeezed out a sentence: "Your fans are looking forward to your return."

"understood."

Zhou Heng turned his head and looked at the convenience store opposite the bank.

Hu Tiancong started the car to go back to the hospital.

"parking!"

Zhou Heng made a sound, and the paper crane in his hand fell silently.

Hu Tiancong stepped on the brakes quickly: "Brother Zhou? What's the matter?"

Zhou Heng opened the car door and walked down, walked up to a scrawny kitten, reached out, picked up the dirty kitten, and said to the convenience store employee who was tallying the goods, "Is this cat raised by you?"

"It suddenly appeared at the door two days ago, it should be a stray cat!" said the convenience store employee.

"It turned out to be a stray cat."

Zhou Heng lowered his head and rubbed the kitten's pink nose: "Little thing, would you like to live with me?"

"Meow~"

The kitten seemed to understand Zhou Heng's words, raised its head, looked at Zhou Heng with big ocean-like blue eyes, stretched out its little gray claws, and pulled Zhou Heng's sleeve in aggrieved way.

Smiling, Zhou Heng took the little gray cat, which hadn't had its deciduous teeth, into the car.

Seeing that Zhou Heng got out of the car and brought back a dirty cat, Hu Tiancong was shocked: "Brother Zhou! The stray cat is very dirty! It has fleas! It may also carry infectious diseases!"

"Drive! Go to the pet hospital!"

……

……

Feng Ling woke up again in the dirty kitten's body. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of slender, skinny white hands. The owner of the hands had a beautiful face that was not inferior to that of a popular star.

At this moment, the young man was holding the cat's ribs and kneading and pinching, his pale face was rarely flushed.