Jiang Qiuyan looked at her subordinates lying on the ground, curled up and groaning, and she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.
He took out the contract paper from his pocket, and was equally angry:
"Da Qiao, don't worry about who said it. It's written clearly in black and white. If you don't have the money to pay the debt, you can use your son as collateral. This is the pledge you signed with your own hands."
Su Qiao narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Hmph, don't say it's not dark yet, the final debt repayment time has not arrived yet, even if it has arrived, you can't use my son to pay off the debt."
Jiang Qiuyan gritted her teeth: "What do you mean?"
Su Qiao said proudly: "Boss Jiang, I, Su Qiao, learned to read and write at the age of three, and could write poems at the age of five. I am proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Why do I need to press any fingerprints?"
Pointing at the so-called contract, she sneered:
"If your fingerprint is real, then you must have pressed my finger on it while I was drunk. This is against the laws of our Dasu Dynasty."
The original clone has never pressed this thing.
Su Qiao didn't know where this thing came from, but she would never admit it.
"If you don't believe me, you can take a look at this."
Su Qiao picked up a fire stick with one end burnt, walked to the somewhat dilapidated courtyard gate, and wrote a poem directly on the whitened gate.
The word was like a dragon flying in the sky, majestic and cold, with a chilling edge blowing towards one's face.
Just like the person she is at this moment, with a sharpness that cannot be ignored and a full sense of freedom and unrestrainedness.
Even people who can't read can feel how well the handwriting is.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Jiang Qiuyan looked at the words, then turned around and looked at Su Qiao, who was full of a cold aura, and was speechless.
I had a vague feeling that I had offended someone powerful.
She originally thought that Su Qiao was just a small villager. No matter how powerful she was, it was at most her mother had some connections in the town or city.
But now it seems that Su Qiao and her mother may be even more powerful than her. They are the ones who can make the big shots above so scared that they dare not show up or confront them head-on.
She did not forget that Su Qiao had just flown down directly from the roof, and in the blink of an eye, he had crippled all her men.
When he attacked, his eyes were cold and he showed no hesitation. His whole body was filled with the smell of blood, as if he had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Jiang Qiuyan was completely scared now.
Su Qiao took out a cloth bag from his arms and threw a wild ginseng inside directly over:
"This is a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. According to the market price, it can be exchanged for at least thirty taels of silver. I've paid you back the ten taels I owe you. I'd like you to send me the remaining twenty taels."
Among the onlookers, a curious person quietly stepped forward, picked it up, took a look at it, and carefully handed it to Jiang Qiuyan.
"It's really wild ginseng, and it's a hundred years old."
"Isn't Da Qiao illiterate? How come she can read and write poetry?"
"Mrs. Da Qiao is not an ordinary person. She is someone who can fly around in that forest."
"If he can write, then he certainly won't put his fingerprints on it. It must have been done secretly."
"Has Da Qiao really become a better person?"
"It looks like that."
"Look, that's a wolf, right? It's a wolf, right?"
"Did Da Qiao really run into the dense forest?"
This kind of wolf can only be found in dense forests.
Not only did she go into the dense forest, but she also brought back a wolf.
And this head is not that of an ordinary little wolf, it looks like that of a wolf king.
"Su Qiao, I am in the wrong this time."
How dare Jiang Qiuyan ask for her wild ginseng