Su Mu hung up the phone a little depressedly, and Jiang Wangshu called again.

He found out the details of Han Houde and his friends.

For this phone, Su Mu turned on the external amplification function.

"Han Houde has no money. He claims to have assets of 10 billion yuan, but the bank loan is only 3.5 billion yuan. If you give real estate or something, it would be good if you can get 5 billion yuan. Do you also like this little money?"

Han Houde knelt on the ground, sifting his body.

Who is this?

A phone call? Keep your old story clean.

Su Mu said angrily:

"His eldest son actually turned off my barbecue stall. I want him to pay me the leeks."

Jiang Wangshu laughed and scolded:

"Naughty."

Then the value of several other people was reported, all of which were claimed to be nearly 10 billion, but in fact they were only about 3 billion.

If you put it aside, it will be less than 20 billion yuan. Most of it is still real estate.

Su Mu's face turned a little ugly on the spot.

After hanging up Jiang Wangshu's phone call, he sneered:

"What big cloves of garlic can I pretend to be without money? I'm wasting my expression."

After saying that, he patted his butt and returned to Xie Yutong.

Several pseudo-rich men who were still standing were so scared that they almost urinated. They fought each other one by one, and they felt that the little wind would make them feel cold when they blew.

No matter how hot the sun is, it cannot dispel the coldness in their hearts.

This is really something that I have worked hard for decades, and once I returned to before liberation.

Han Youlin and the other rich second-generations were completely confused.

One of the middle-aged men smiled nervously twice, closed their eyes and fell down straight, with no one around him to help.

The lawyers followed each of them lowered their heads, hoping to find a hole to go straight into it.

These little beasts.

He actually messed with such a person.

The thoughts of the rich in their hearts are rare unification.

If I had known this, I wouldn’t have given birth to him at the beginning. Wouldn’t it be better to shoot him directly on the wall?

Han Houde was most touched.

He collapsed on the ground, and sweat flowed down from his body like a waterfall.

After not much effort, my whole body was already wet.

But he didn't dare to stand up at all, nor did he have the strength to stand up.

A friend next to him asked sadly:

"Old Han, think of some solution."

Han Houde smiled bitterly, his face as if dead:

"What kind of way? What else can I think of? These beasts, that Zhang Qing... deserves to die!"

He suddenly grinned and said with gritted teeth:

"Even if I do, I will bite the bastard to death."

Han Houde has already hated Zhang Qing to the core.

He knew that his sons and others must have been bewitched by Zhang Qing to do such a thing.

At first, who can blame this?

Before this happened, who did not think that as long as they rely on teenagers, they will be profitable in the future?

What to do now?

Survival with broken arms?

But……!

Listen to their tone.

Two billion, and it also wastes other people's expressions.
Chapter completed!