The other three looked at Song Jie, who had fainted again, and couldn't help but spit, "Damn, this old brat's courage is really fucking small!"

As soon as he finished speaking, one of them kicked Song Jie in the stomach and woke him up …

Song Jie was kicked fiercely, and as expected, he woke up from the pain.

He shrugged his old face and wanted to reach out and rub his stomach that was kicked so hard that it hurt, but now that his hands were tied behind the chair, he could only shed tears and shout, "Ah … Ah … Young master, I will definitely pay back the money this time, I will definitely … Please don't hit me, don't hit me anymore." If you fight again, my old life will have to be accounted for here today. Who are you guys going to ask for money from! "

The macheteman gave Song Jie a slap in the face and directly blurted out, "You motherf*cker, you've already fallen into this position, yet you actually dare to threaten this daddy!"

Song Jie's heart trembled …

He wanted to cry bitterly, but he knew that he had to clarify now to prevent the matter from worsening. "Grandpa, I'm not threatening you. It's true! Tomorrow, at the latest tomorrow, I'll be able to pay you back with more money. Please spare me one more day."

One of them couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he directly spat out a mouthful and put down his harsh words, "I promised boss with my head that if I can't get the money today, I'll take one leg off you and go back to work. Don't waste your breath with me, are you going to pay me or pay me today?"

Song Jie was so frightened that tears immediately flowed down his cheeks.

He had seen people asking for debts before, but they weren't as fierce as this time!

Wuwuwu, fuck! These people killed pigs, didn't they? Why did they break their arms and legs so easily?

Ancestor, if he was rich now, could he be so aggrieved to be the grandson of these hairy children here?

Motherfucker!

"Old man, this daddy wants to ask you one more question. Do you want to pay today, or do you want to pay tomorrow?"

Song Jie could feel that the heavens had stepped on him …

This was not a question he wanted to ask-easy to deal with!

If he was rich, why would he hide so much every day, living like a ghost and not a ghost!

"Xiao Si, don't talk nonsense with him. I'll just cut off one of his legs."

As one of them spoke, he directly saw Song Jie walk forward, raised his head high, and slashed down at the root of Song Jie's thigh.

Just as the machete was about to land on his thigh, Song Jie suddenly shouted loudly, "Pay, pay, I'll pay..."

"I'll pay, I'll pay, I beg you, this hand must be held!" He couldn't help but cry when he saw the one-centimeter-long sharp-braked machete hanging on his thigh.

If that saber really cut down like this, he would definitely be crippled for the rest of his life.

Seeing that Song Jie had finally made his choice, one of the people on the side couldn't help but lose his temper. He threw Song Jie a slap in the face and scolded loudly, "You're wasting my feelings. You just have to pay the money from the beginning. You have to upset me-"

Damn, this old brat really doesn't shed tears when he sees a coffin!

Hard-headed!

"Young master, I really don't have any money with me right now, but give me some time. Half an hour, half an hour, okay? I'll call someone to remit money to me immediately."

At this moment, Song Jie had completely lost his image. He only knew that he had to leave this leg behind today. Otherwise, in the future, if he crawled in and out, he would definitely be worse off than dead!

If he had thought that these gangsters were just trying to scare him, he would have known when the machete landed on his thigh that these people were not legal and moral. If they were in a hurry, they would really be able to do anything.

"Hurry up, I'll give you half an hour. If you can't see the 15 million yuan, don't even take your legs!"

Hearing that, Song Jie immediately shouted anxiously, "Isn't it ten million? How did it become fifteen million?"

Then where did the remaining five million come from?

Unexpectedly, Song Jie still dared to question his words. He couldn't hold back his temper anymore and directly slapped him on the head.

At this time, Song Jie was straightening his neck and righteously questioning him. Who would have thought that someone would directly slap him like this? Immediately, he tilted his neck and almost broke his little neck …

However, he still accidentally bit his tongue and felt a burning pain.

As a result, Song Jie did not dare to ask any more questions. He could only change the topic trembling and kindly said, "Young Master, can you untie me first and let me make a phone call?"

"I won't be able to play any tricks on you. I'll believe you once."

As the man spoke, he walked to the back of the chair and slashed at Song Jie's wrist with his machete.

Song Jie turned his head to look at the legendary swine slaughtering posture, so scared that he peed in his pants.

He no longer dared to speak or move.

Mom, he only begged that kid to be more leisurely when he attacked, and not to cut off both of his hands!

"Swoosh …"

The two wrists that were sticking to each other turned cold. A sharp pain like a knife's edge caused Song Jie to scream, "Ah …"

Ignoring Song Jie's miserable screams, the man walked forward with the machete in his hand and smiled at Song Jie. "This time, my saber technique has improved. Last time, I remembered to chop off a person's hand and claws."

Song Jie couldn't even faint now.

Today, it was too fucking exciting …

His heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode. He only wanted to return the money quickly. Not to mention 15 million, even if it was 100 million, he didn't dare to be vague!

Song Jie respectfully took the phone they threw over with trembling hands and dialed Teng Weijun's number with trembling hands. Hearing the'hello 'sound coming from the other end of the phone, a huge rock finally fell from his heart.

"General manager, I have something urgent to do now. Can you transfer 15 million to my account first?"

This sounded like an absolutely unprofitable deal!

Of course, Teng Weijun, who was on the other end of the phone, was unhappy. He directly rejected, "I haven't even seen anything yet and I have to pay 15 million yuan in advance. It seems … that doesn't make sense!"

When Song Jie heard that Teng Weijun was so weak and looked at the four hooligans in front of him, he was instantly enraged!

"We've known each other for so many years, can't you trust me? If I have the guts to lie to you for 15 million, you can tell the board of directors about this scandal and cut off all my future dividends," he shouted to the person on the other end of the phone.

The more Song Jie spoke, the angrier he became.

His heart was already very angry with Teng Weijun who took advantage of the fire to rob him, but now that he didn't save him, no matter how good his temper was, he would definitely be forced to jump.

"Damn it, do you like to borrow or not? At most, I'll sell the shares in my hands cheaply for fifteen million yuan. I believe many people will want it!"

Song Jie really had nowhere to go, otherwise, he wouldn't have threatened Teng Weijun so aggressively.

On the other end of the phone, Teng Weijun heard how Song Jie called him. He knew that he must have encountered something that needed money urgently. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stirred up trouble with him.

In order to calm him down and prevent him from messing around on the road, Teng Weijun quickly agreed, "Alright, I'll lend you 15 million yuan first. I've already contacted the lawyer. Tomorrow morning at 10 a.m., you can go to the company to do the stock transfer."

Hearing Teng Weijun's agreement, Song Jie heaved a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that his legs had finally been preserved.

"General manager, I only have half an hour. You must transfer the 15 million yuan to my account as soon as possible."

"No problem."

"Then I'll leave it to you. Don't worry, I'll be at the company on time tomorrow." After Song Jie finished speaking, someone grabbed the phone and hung up.

One of them patted Song Jie's old face fluently, "You old brat better bless the 15,000,000 smooth return. Otherwise, it would only take a minute for Yours Truly to dig out your eyeballs and use them as bubbles."

Hearing this, Song Jie immediately panicked. He quickly nodded and looked like a puppy, "Yes, it will definitely go smoothly!"

Although he said that, he couldn't help but beat the drums in his heart. He hoped that Teng Weijun would help him and not make any mistakes that would implicate his limbs …

As they waited, the four of them squatted on the ground and began to swing their poker cards, while Song Jie waited in horror for the minutes to pass.

During that time, he heard those hooligans call him "daddy" 193 times and "fuck" 56 times. Just as he heard "your grandfather's" the twentieth time, his mobile phone text message finally rang.

Whoosh, at last, one of his legs had been preserved!

When the four of them heard this voice, they immediately swung the poker in their hands as if they were playing chicken blood. They picked up Song Jie's phone and saw that it was indeed a text message from a bank remittance.

Fifteen million!

The bill has arrived!

One of them raised his wristwatch and looked at it. In the end, he slapped Song Jie on the head and angrily said, "Fuck your grandfather for the eleventh time." "Fuck your grandfather, old brat, you exceeded two minutes!"

Song Jie roared in his heart, "You bastard, if you want to fuck my grandfather, I'll trouble you to take a walk on the Yellow Springs Road first!"

However, even though he was cursing angrily in his heart, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He looked at the four young men and smiled flatteringly, "Young Master, fifteen million is not a small number. There are also many procedures in the bank …"

It's good that Song Jie didn't say anything. He just got a few slaps in vain. If he was a bit more open-minded, thinking about it, his head hurt and his claws hurt at the same time, he would be fine. But …

However, Song Jie was so immortal that he insisted on explaining for a long time …

The other party was both young and angry. Hearing Song Jiang dare to explain, he was immediately unhappy. He waved his hand and slapped him on the head again. He roared angrily, "Do you think I'm an idiot? I've never used bank remittances before. Once you surf the Internet, transfer money, and do it in minutes!"

Song Jie really wanted to ask, "You think it's a few hundred yuan?"

This isn't tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, it's your grandfather's fifteen million!

But he didn't dare to say that these inhumane little bastards were really too ruthless. If he continued to hit his head like this, he would definitely open the ladle!

"Young Master, Young Master, it's my fault. How about this, when I get the money tomorrow, I'll invite you guys to have a good rub and treat it as my apology to you guys."

Song Jie cursed in his heart as he spoke kindly to the four of them with a shy face. How could this be a debt? It was simply robbery!

Chi Guoguo's robbery!

"Alright. Little Master will be free tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. Let's make an appointment for this."

Song Jie thought to himself, that's all for this point. Anyway, he took the money and burned it for these hooligans, so that they could hurry up and go to hell!

These thieving grandsons!