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One hundred and sixty-eighth chapter one hundred thousand compensation

"Shi Yong?"

Gu Qingyuan murmured in a low voice, picked up the wine glass on the table, drank the last bit of wine in the glass, stood up and walked towards the back of the hotel.

There is a two-story office area behind the Inspur Hotel. An office on the second floor is packed with people, and there is a group of security guards standing outside the door to prevent them from escaping.

There were more than ten gangsters, led by a potbellied man. After entering the office, he sat down on the desk chair, as if he was the owner of the room.

Shi Yong's college students were huddled in the corner, and three or four of them were still trembling, not even daring to raise their heads.

"Brother, it's really a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to yell with you."

At this time, Liu Fan took a step forward and said tremblingly. This Huang Mao is Hao Ji's upper bunk, the boy who had a conflict with Gu Qingyuan.

At this time, Liu Fan's pupils were dilated, his face was ashen, and his legs were trembling. He was completely different from the arrogant and domineering person in school!

"Bah!"

A gangster standing next to Shi Yong and the others slapped Liu Fan directly on the ground.

"The spitting stars splashed on my arm."

The gangster said something with a sinister expression, his eyes fell on Bei Yingying again, staring at the slender legs wrapped in jeans, and gave a very lewd smile.

"Shi Yong."

Bei Yingying whispered, shrank behind Shi Yong, and held his arm tightly.

Shi Yong gritted his teeth and patted her hand gently.

The sitting, pot-bellied man was called Prince, and he was looking at Fang Meng with lewd eyes. This innocent-looking girl was very suitable to her taste.

"Little beauty, I see you look so quiet, but I didn't expect you to be so hot. This slap to my brother is not so easy to solve."

"How do you say..." The prince's tone became cold, and finally he spat out an exaggerated number, "One hundred thousand yuan!"

Fang Meng's heartbeat quickened, and her face turned pale. When she raised her head to look at her classmates, she found that they all had their heads lowered and not looking at her. Even the girls who had been cuddling together were some distance away from her.

"Of course, if you follow me, brother, you won't have to pay for it, and I will serve you well."

As he said this, the prince hissed, looking so obscene, and the gangsters around him burst into laughter.

Fang Meng tugged on the hem of her clothes tightly, suddenly feeling dizzy and sitting on the ground. At the same time, she was so frightened that she peed.

"Eh? Boss, this woman is scared to death."

"Let me see!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahaha…"

These gangsters laughed at Fang Meng. In the eyes of the prince, she was just a lamb for him to slaughter. As long as she left here, he would definitely put her on his bed.

Afterwards, these gangsters said obscene and provocative words and burst into bursts of laughter from time to time.

With a bang, the office door was kicked open, and He Chaoran walked in with a livid face.

The gangster who called him "Prince" jumped up, bent down, showed a flattering smile, and walked to He Chaoran's side.

"Master He, I'm sorry for causing you such trouble."

The prince said with a flattering look.

He Chaoran glared at him and didn't talk nonsense to him. He walked straight to the desk and sat down.

"I just did an inventory. I lost 40,000 yuan in wine, as well as lost wages, and the negative impact on the store, totaling 100,000 yuan!"

He Chaoran said lightly, while the prince who was standing aside was already sweating profusely, and big beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Master He, you really can't ask for this money from me. It's all those students who came here to make trouble."

The man named Wangye hurriedly explained that the fat man in front of him was the second generation ancestor of the He family. If you asked for this money, would you dare not give it to him?

"I don't care about that. Anyway, you guys need to put down 100,000 yuan before you can leave here. Otherwise? This is a crime of damaging private property. I will send you to jail for a few years. I still have the ability."

He Chaoran said coldly, never looking at this group of people from the beginning to the end.

Hearing this, Shi Yong and the others, who were originally frightened, became even more frightened. If they were locked up, their future would be ruined.

"I...brother..."

Shi Yong wanted to open his mouth to defend himself, but found that he could not speak at all, and even had the urge to urinate.

And Ying Beibei, who was holding Shi Yong's arm, leaned her whole body on him and could barely stand.

I thought I would help them judge right from wrong, but I didn't expect that He Chaoran's words were like a knife, cutting off the last bit of hope of this group of students.

With a "wow" sound, Fang Meng burst into tears. This incident happened because of her tonight, and at this time, her inner defenses had completely collapsed.

"Hmph!"

At this time, the gangster named Wangye snorted coldly, slapped his thigh, squatted on the ground, and said harsh words to the students:

"I won't be fine if I'm imprisoned for a few years, but for you, your bright future will be ruined."

"That's right, we go in often anyway, so I don't care about this time. We don't care."

"Haha, you little brat, we won't pay a penny of this money anyway."

"Give me some money and let them take it away."

Talking in a hurry, the gangsters all squatted down, some even twitched their eyes and looked relaxed, as if this matter had nothing to do with them.

"But...but they broke the wine."

Liu Fan took a step forward and mustered up the courage to argue. At this time, his cheeks were red and swollen, and the slap just now was very heavy.

"I said I don't care about this and will give you one hour. If you can't compensate me, I will send you directly to the police station."

He Chaoran said lightly, unmoved by these poor students.

Everyone should be responsible for their own actions. He Chaoran will naturally not care whether you are pitiful or not.

"what to do?"

Liu Fan turned around and looked at Shi Yong and the others in despair, his back already wet with sweat.

"Wait... wait a minute."

Suddenly, a girl raised her hands and took a trembling step forward.

"This matter has nothing to do with me from beginning to end. I didn't interfere in their fight."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me, and I didn't do anything."

"I didn't do anything either!"

As he said that, several students took a few steps forward and put some distance between themselves and Shi Yong and Liu Fan.

"you…"

Liu Fan looked at these people in surprise. Among them were his friends in the same dormitory. Unexpectedly,

"Okay, you can leave if you haven't done anything."

He Chaoran said lightly, making the students who didn't take action let out a long sigh.

"Then... boss, let's leave first."

One of the boys showed a flattering smile, bent down and said.

"Okay, let's go." He Chaoran nodded.
Chapter completed!
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