Ordinary people, what they care about most is money.

The confrontation between A Bing and Fan Jian attracted the attention of everyone present almost instantly. Even the spoon of the rice cook stopped in mid-air.

It's very embarrassing to be asked for debts in public.

Fan Jian felt that his prestige among the crowd was visibly dropping, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:

"It's not like I won't pay it back, what are you doing here?"

Ah Bing didn’t care about that much, so he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Manager Fan, you played mahjong for RMB 2,000 last night and lost so much that you walked home with only one pair of underwear. You still owe RMB 1.8 million. In your situation, it's hard for me to believe that you can afford to pay back!"

When the security guards around heard that Fan Jian had lost all his money, their eyes suddenly changed.

Fan Jian stood up directly and became angry:

"I will find a way to deal with money, so you don't have to be so weird here!"

A Bing laughed directly:

"Manager Fan, please tell me how to find a solution. Is it possible..."

He looked at the people around him and continued:

"How much more percentage will be deducted from everyone's wages?"

The word "Zai" was used very cleverly. Fan Jian's face turned the color of pig's liver with anger. He stretched out his hand to grab the IOU and shouted at the same time:

"Stop talking nonsense to me!"

but.

As soon as he stood up, A Bing slapped his head into the porridge bowl with his backhand!

Finally finding an excuse to beat up this old boy, A Bing felt relieved.

When people around him saw him taking action, they were immediately ready to take action.

But A Bing turned his head and glared:

"Why, it's natural to pay back debts. Shouldn't I hit him?"

"My current identity is not the security captain, but Mr. Qin's driver. I am here today to collect debts."

After shocking the people around him, A Bing turned his head again and warned Fan Jian who had just raised his head from the bowl:

"Today's slap is just a small reminder for you."

"If you dare not pay back the money, I will remind you every 24 hours from now on!"

At this moment, Fan Jian's face was full of porridge.

He grabbed the napkin and wiped it slowly, looking at A Bing with a look of resentment on his face.

"Okay, I'll remember your reminder."

"The money will be returned to you soon. As long as you dare to accept it, I will get a lot of it."

After saying a few harsh words, Fan Jian stood up and left.

For the first time, he was the one being talked about and pointed at in the restaurant instead of A Bing.

After giving Fan Jian a lesson, A Bing came to the window as if nothing had happened to get some food.

…

"Fan Jian, Fan Jian, pay back your debts!"

"Fan Jian, Fan Jian, pay back your debts!"

The next morning, Fan Jian was sitting in his office picking his feet when he suddenly heard a voice outside asking him to pay back the money.

I got up and went to the window to take a look.

At the door of the property center, I saw A Bing stepping on a ladder and tying a large speaker like a repeater to the street lamp.

After tying it up, A Bing also adjusted the angle so that it was just aimed at the window of Fan Jian's office.

Fan Jianzheng was standing there looking out through the window, and the two of them met each other's eyes instantly.

A Bing smiled coldly and made a good morning gesture to him.

Fan Jian's face darkened and he closed the curtains fiercely.

The demonic voice of paying back the money came, and now he really became famous in the community.

Just when Fan Jian was furious, someone knocked on the office door again.

"who?"

"Open the door, the express has arrived!"

Fan Jian frowned, thinking that he had lost his mobile phone and there was no online shopping. Where could he get express delivery?

The knocking on the door outside continued, and Fan Jian went to open the door cursing.

The door opened, and standing at the door was a delivery boy wearing a peaked cap.

"Who are you? Did you knock on the wrong door?" Fan Jian stared at him impatiently.

The little brother was not in a hurry to answer him, and just handed over a document:

"Mr. Fan, your express delivery."

Fan Jian subconsciously looked down and saw several large characters clearly written on the cover of the document.

"Do you want to kill Xu Bing?"

"this……"

Fan Jian's pupils shrank sharply, and he looked at the young man wearing a red vest at the door in shock.

"who are you?"

Under the peaked cap, the corners of the young man's mouth curved.

"I, Mr. Liu, can you come in and talk about something?"

…

Half an hour later, we were still in Fan Jian's office.

The loudspeaker outside was repeating for the 1862nd time asking him to pay back the money.

In the room, Fan Jian was holding a tea cup and nervously said to the wanted criminal on the sofa:

"Brother Liu, can you really kill A Bing?"

Liu nodded emotionlessly:

"The business has just been introduced to you very clearly. You only need to secretly open an opening, let our people in, and then find a way to turn off the surveillance, and our people can kill him cleanly."

Fan Jian, who had hired a murderer for the first time, swallowed nervously.

"You won't be discovered by the police, right?"

Liu chuckled lightly: "We raise a lot of dogs in the suburbs. When they eat meat and bones, there won't be any residue left."

This indifferent look made Fan Jian even more convinced that the other party was a professional criminal.

Moreover, when they first met each other, he also checked online and found that Liu was indeed a two-star wanted criminal in the city.

Since it is a professional, there is a fee.

Fan Jian asked the most critical question:

"Brother Liu, I believe you can help me get rid of A Bing."

"But what's the price?"
Chapter completed!