"Boy! If you have the guts, kill me, otherwise, you will definitely die!" Zhang Qiming was also tough. Not only did he not flinch, but he even threatened Qin Hao.
Qin Hao chuckled: "Don't want to write? Oh, it's because you don't have enough raw materials, right?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qiming's head was lifted high by Qin Hao, and then suddenly dropped.
Bang!
Zhang Qiming's head slammed against the conference table, making a dull sound that shook people's hearts and souls. The scarlet blood also spread on the desk, which was shocking and extremely cruel.
"ah… "
Zhang Qiming let out a scream and felt waves of severe pain coming from his face.
Bang!
Before Zhang Qiming could scream twice more, his head was grabbed by Qin Hao again, and then fell heavily.
After repeating the process three or four times, Zhang Qiming felt dizzy, his nose bones had been broken, his whole face was swollen, and the pain made him breathless.
"I write, I write, don't fight, I write..."
Zhang Qiming stretched out his hands feebly and began to beg for mercy. He began to be afraid. Although he was a gangster, it did not mean that he was not afraid of death. The reason why he was so stubborn before was that Qin Hao didn't dare to really kill him, but judging from the current situation, this idiot is simply a lunatic. If he gets hit like this a few times, his head will probably be useless. .
Qin Hao smiled and patted Zhang Qiming's face: "It would have been nice to have done this earlier. Are you a bitch? You have to suffer so much before you are willing to write. Why bother?"
Zhang Qiming was angry and dared not speak, so he had to swallow hard, dragging his residual leg, half-kneeling on the ground, enduring the severe pain from his body, stretched out his fingers and dipped his own blood in the table to write.
"Well, that's good. It's good if you know how to write the word "death." Qin Hao nodded with satisfaction, pulled a chair and sat down in front of Zhang Qiming, who was half-kneeling, and straightened his collar for him: "Since you know how to write the word "death" , let’s talk about business, Boss Zhang, when do you plan to pay?”
"Any time, any time, tell me a time." For the sake of his own life, Zhang Qiming did not dare to say no even if he hated Qin Hao deeply.
Furthermore, he was not short of money. He was just greedy for the 100 million, so he secretly got it without telling his family and did not pay Mu.
But now the hero doesn't want to suffer the immediate loss, so what if he gives the money to Mu first. When he finds the manpower, Qin Hao will die without a burial.
"Okay," Qin Hao picked up his phone and opened the calculator: "I heard that Gold Coast owes Mu's a balance of 100 million for five years?"
"Yes, five years and three months." Zhang Qiming quickly answered truthfully.
"Forget it, just wipe it off at a fraction of three months, and calculate it as five years."
"I am the most disciplined person. Since Boss Zhang is on the road, we will calculate according to the rules on the road. By the way, what is the highest interest rate for loan sharks in Tianhai now?" Qin Hao pressed the calculator and suddenly He looked up and asked.
"Three, thirty."
Qin Hao glanced at Zhang Qiming and raised his eyebrows: "Really? Although I'm not on the road, it's still easy to find someone to ask about the market. Don't try to deceive me."
"Don't dare, it's really thirty..." Zhang Qiming replied tremblingly.
"Okay, let's calculate it as thirty. Wait a minute, I have to do the math." Qin Hao pressed the calculator and read: "One hundred million, the interest of thirty million, is thirty million a year, Five years, 150 million. Well, okay, I have calculated it, 150 million, plus the 100 million of the principal, you can just pay 250 million. Let me tell you, I I have already saved you a small change in those three months, otherwise you would have to spend an extra ten million."
Zhang Qiming wiped his head, and he didn't know whether it was blood or cold sweat. Two hundred and fifty million was taken out for nothing. Even though it was his family's fortune, he couldn't help but feel a little pain. After all, this money didn't come from a flood.
What's more, if he wants to spend such a large amount of money, it will probably be difficult to hide it from his family. How will he explain it then? He never thought that it would become like this, otherwise even if he were beaten to death, he would still be greedy for the 100 million private money.
"Okay, Boss Zhang, 250 million, let's pay the bill." Qin Hao put the amount calculated on his mobile phone in front of Zhang Qiming's eyes and reached out to ask for the money.
Zhang Qiming glanced at Qin Hao with some embarrassment, and said timidly: "I, I can't take out so much cash at once, how about you give me some time?"
"You want to default on the bill?" Qin Hao frowned.
"Don't dare, don't dare." Zhang Qiming shook his head like a rattle, "I really can't come up with so much cash, 250 million..."
Qin Hao slapped Zhang Qiming on the head: "You are such a liar. When did Master Dao ask you for cash? Even a countryman like me who has never read a book knows about transferring money. Don't tell me You don’t know how, do you want me to teach you?”
"No, no, you told me earlier and I will transfer the money to you right away." Zhang Qiming nodded and bowed.
In front of Qin Hao, Zhang Qiming heartbrokenly transferred 250 million into Mu's account.
Qin Hao then smiled with satisfaction, lit up a post-event cigarette, and prepared one for Zhang Qiming: "Look, it would be great to pay back the money earlier. If you have to go through all the twists and turns, it's better now. You The money still has to be repaid and people still suffered, don’t you think? People still have to be honest.”
"Yes, yes, you are right." Zhang Qiming nodded repeatedly, his heart almost bleeding. He was only deducted 100 million, but in the end he was given an extra 150 million in interest, and was beaten so badly that he almost lost feeling in his calves. No matter how he calculated the account, it was a big loss. If he didn't kill Qin Hao , He couldn’t even get rid of his hatred after having sex with Song Yao.
Qin Hao stood up with a smile, put away his mobile phone, walked to Song Yao who was stunned at the side, stretched out his hand and waved it deliberately in front of his eyes: "Hey, when did an extra piece of wood come here, let me carry it home as a pawn. Firewood.”
Song Yao finally came to her senses, slapped Qin Hao angrily, and said coquettishly: "You are just a piece of wood!"
As he said that, he glanced at Zhang Qiming who looked miserable, hugged Qin Hao's arm and whispered: "Hey, stinky Taoist priest, is it really okay to leave like this? Do you want me to call an ambulance?" ah?"
"Whatever, it's not a big wound. He can't die." Qin Hao smiled and pushed open the door of the conference room, but he didn't expect that there was a row of security guards standing outside the door, as well as a group of big men in black, glaring at Qin Hao and Song Song fiercely. Yao.
Seeing the fat man at the head, Song Yao screamed: "Manager Zhao?!"
"Stop them! Don't let them escape!" The appearance of these men made Zhang Qiming feel happy, as if he had climbed from the bottom of the valley to the sky in an instant.
When Manager Zhao heard the sound and looked around, he was startled and quickly rolled and crawled to Zhang Qiming's side, as fast as if he had a rocket on his butt.
"Mr. Ming, what's wrong with you? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"
Snapped!
Zhang Qiming raised his hand and slapped Manager Zhao on the face, and said angrily: "How dare you say that this is how you manage the hotel? And these security guards, are they all shit eaters? I'm in the conference room We were almost beaten to death, and you didn’t even react at all. If I hadn’t used the computer to send you a signal, you would have waited to collect the body for me!”
Fatty Zhao was slapped hard by Zhang Qiming, but he didn't dare to complain at all, and kept saying: "It was my subordinate who neglected his duty, he neglected his duty..."
Although Fatty Zhao said this, he was already scolding his mother in his heart. Damn it, if you said you wanted to do things in the conference room without being disturbed, why wouldn't we even dare to turn on the camera
"Trash! I'll arrest this couple, send the woman to my villa, and kill the man!"
Facing so many people, Qin Hao didn't have the slightest fear. Instead, he pulled Song Yao behind him. Then he looked at Zhang Qiming jokingly and said with a smile: "Zhang Qiming, just pay back the money. There is no need to send so many people to deliver it." Our ostentation is too big, which doesn’t suit my low-key nature.” (To be continued)