Chapter 277 A mess, Ms. Joe is suspected of murder? (2 more)

  Now the New Year is so lively for a few days. After the fifth day, many people who work in other places have begun to return. After the seventh day, the taste of the new year has faded.

  After Song Fengwan started school, the class was tense, and he was soaked in the pile of books every day. There were always endless simulation papers on the table.

  In early February, there was a four-city joint test. It was a very large-scale test. The difficulty was similar to that of the college entrance examination. Everyone was struggling to see where their scores were.

  When I got busy, when I called Fu Chen, there were very few.

  She went to self-study late that night, but she didn't see Qiao Aiyun's figure, and then she sent her schoolbag mezzanine to reveal the phone that had been turned off.

   While turning on her mobile phone, she looked around. She was still a day-time student today, and she came out ten minutes later than usual. There were no students except the small vendors at the school gate.

  Why hasn't she arrived yet.

  At this time, she saw two people in their twenties and thirties not far away, standing in front of the barbecue booth with skewers in their hands, but they seemed to look at her from time to time.

  She moved a few steps to a vendor, avoiding the sight of the two.

  The phone was turned on. Before she dialed out, Qiao Aiyun’s car arrived. She hurriedly opened the car door and got in, "Mom, why are you so late today."

   "Something happened, I met a friend." Qiao Aiyun smiled unnaturally.

  "What's in the shop?" Song Fengwan raised his eyebrows.

  Qiao Aiyun smiled and said nothing.

  **

   During the Chinese New Year, Yutangchun sold jade and had a booming business. Two thieves were also caught. When one of them was caught, it not only injured two employees, but also injured a customer. Qiao Aiyun was naturally responsible for what happened in the store.

  The man is still a habitual offender and has no money to compensate. So far, all medical expenses have been paid by Qiao Aiyun.

  Song Fengwan thought that something had happened in the store. According to Qiao Aiyun's ability, he would definitely be able to handle it, but he didn't take it to heart.

  When they got home, Geng Ying was already waiting at the door.

   "Excuse me, go pick up the child, you have been waiting for a long time." Qiao Aiyun looked at her standing in the cold wind, sorry in her heart.

   "I just came too." Geng Ying smiled.

   "Hello Auntie." Song Fengwan said hello to her, muttering inwardly, what was going on, even the lawyer was called.

  After the three of them entered the house, Song Feng returned to the house to continue studying later, while Qiao Aiyun and Geng Ying entered the study.

  ……

  It was close to twelve o'clock, Song Feng went downstairs to find something to eat~lightnovelpub.net~ The room was still bright, frowning, what happened to talk so late.

  She warmed up a glass of milk, and at this moment she also sent a few text messages to Fu Chen. The landline phone in the living room was caught off guard...

   Scared her so much, who would call home so late?

  Song Fengwan just picked up the phone and didn't say anything, the other party already clamored.

  "...It is only natural to repay the debt, if you don’t pay, don’t blame us for being rude."

   "You are also a person with a good face in Yuncheng, don't you have any money in your hand?"

   "If you don't pay back the money, I will take someone to the Yutang Chun gate tomorrow and shout, you won't be able to do business by then, don't blame us."

  ……

   Song Fengwan listened with a dazed expression, "Who are you?"

   Without waiting for the other party to answer, the phone was snatched by someone. Qiao Aiyun and Geng Ying did not know when they would get off.

   "I warn you, this money has nothing to do with me, whoever borrows your money, whoever you want to go to." Qiao Aiyun looked sullen, and hung up the phone after speaking, even tore off the phone line directly.

   "Mom? What's the matter?"

  Qiao Aiyun's face was pale with anger.

   "Let’s talk to Wanwan and let her prepare." Geng Ying suggested, but Qiao Aiyun did not say anything, which was considered tacit approval.

   "This matter has to talk about Song Jingren." Geng Ying sighed.

   "He..." Song Fengwan hadn't heard the name mention for a long time, and was a little surprised, "What happened to him?"

   "At that time, the Song Group had no capital turnover, and major banks were unable to lend to him. He borrowed a few loan sharks from the private sector and allowed high interest rates."

  "It was said that it took a few days to pay it back, but something went wrong, people were arrested, and the company was blocked."

  Song Fengwan's head was a little confused.

  “The bank will liquidate the company’s assets. After the year, the money will be remitted to the credit union or bank where he has borrowed. These are all formal and legal. People like usury will naturally not get a penny.”

   "I dare not find the court bank, and I can't reach Song Jingren, so I can only find your mother."

  "They keep saying that this money was borrowed during the duration of their husband and wife relationship and they want your mother to pay it back."

  Song Fengwan was stunned, "This is his personal loan. What does it have to do with us?"

  Geng Ying chuckled, “It’s okay, unless the husband and wife signed it together, and the money was not used for their common living expenses.”

   "But these hooligans don't think so."

   "Anyway, your house and shops are there, they are all kinds of rascals."

   "Then what should I do now?" Song Fengwan didn't expect Song Jingren to have such a mess.

   "We take the legal route, but this group of people are rascals, so they are afraid they will make trouble." Geng Ying sighed.

   "Can't you ask the police to catch them if you make trouble?" Song Fengwan frowned.

  "These people are professional debt collectors. They know how to do nothing against the law, and they won't do anything to you. Even if they respond to you, the police are here and they must have a reason to arrest people."

   "Some of the bad ones will take things to your door and knock on gongs and drums, which will make the neighbourhood known and embarrassing."

  Song Feng nodded late.

   "I will take care of this matter, so don't worry about it. Go back to bed early and I will send it to your aunt." Qiao Aiyun patted her hair.

  Song Fengwan watched the two leave, and his heart was quite uneasy. He always felt that it was not easy to deal with this matter.

  Song Jingren borrowed money, it was definitely not a small amount. It has been several months since the date of his imprisonment. This kind of usury loan, the interest rolls up, is also very terrible.

  She is also worried about this matter. Since the legal channel is taken, she thinks that the matter will be resolved satisfactorily.

  **

  Until one morning, when Qiao Aiyun sent her to school, a banner with black lettering on a white background was pulled up at the gate of the community.

  Written in a few big characters.

  【Yutangchun boss, he has not paid his debts, he has lost his conscience】

  They were standing in the public area, and the security of the community was also very embarrassed. The community was full of acquaintances. This time, Qiao Aiyun was completely annoyed, and she lowered the window of the car.

   "Chenghu, what do you want to do? I told you a long time ago that I have no obligation to pay the money."

  One of the men, a short and chubby man, stood up, dyed a bunch of gray hair, his face was shiny, he had a big belly, he was holding a cigar in his hand, and there was half a tattoo on the back of his exposed neck and hands.

  At first glance, you can see the old fritters that have been in the society all the year round.

  "Ms. Qiao, you were a husband and wife at that time. Your husband borrowed the money, why didn't you have to pay it back?"

   "If you continue like this, I will call the police to catch you immediately." Qiao Aiyun has dealt with them, and it doesn't make sense for Poppi to be rascal.

  The other party heard that they wanted to call the police, and laughed, “If you have the ability, try calling the police. We stood in the public area and just pulled a banner. What can the police do with us, and I didn’t beat you and scold you.”

  Qiao Aiyun knotted, closed the door, stepped on the accelerator, and prepared to leave.

  The car has just started and drove less than one meter...

  Suddenly a man rushed out from one side and hit the front of her car directly!

  Qiao Aiyun slammed the brakes, her face paled in shock.

  Song Fengwan was even more frightened and stiffened, panting heavily. For a moment, his brain was blank.

   "Mom——" Song Feng had seen these battles lately, and his head was bewildered.

  Qiao Aiyun hurriedly pushed the door and got out of the car. The man she hit was lying on the ground, crying and howling, and he was indeed bleeding, holding his leg and screaming for a fracture and killing.

  Chenghu and a group of people rushed over and grabbed her arm, "Ms. Joe, you have hit someone now, you can't get away."

   "You..." Qiao Aiyun is not stupid. This group of people is here to blackmail. If they can't do anything, they will start to touch porcelain.

  Make it clear that you have to rely on yourself.

   "Mom——" Song Feng was anxious late, and wanted to push the door to get out of the car.

   "Don't come out! Lock the car." Qiao Aiyun yelled.

   Just when someone tried to pull the car door, Song Fengwan acted faster to lock the car door.

   "Ms. Qiao, even if you don't want to pay back, you don't have to drive into someone deliberately, you are murder." Chenghu smoked a cigar, his teeth yellowed by smoke all year round made people nauseous.

  Song Fengwan took out his mobile phone, dialed 110 with a trembling finger, and called the police. She called Fu Chen. The phone was busy, so she could only dial Yan Wangchuan.

  She really hated Song Jingren in her heart. She just caused a lot of mess, everyone went in, and there was still such a mess.

  And Yan Wangchuan had just arrived in Yuncheng at the moment, waiting for his luggage at the airport, and ran out after receiving a call without any luggage.

  "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan..." The little assistant looked dazed, and ran away without anything? How can he carry these five or six suitcases alone?

  This is a question left over from the history of Song Zha. In fact, this kind of private borrowing and asking for money are really diverse, and it can really kill you!

  (End of this chapter)