Chapter 33 200,000

"I said Mr. Pan... You are really a fool..." Yang Shasha became more unscrupulous, and her little mouth gasped slightly and approached him: "I don't want it. Is it really not to eat meat?"

"HELLO, TEACHER!" At this moment, a timid voice saved Pan Hongsheng's life.

Feng Dongmei sucked her nose and stood at the door of the office stunned.

"What's the matter with you!" Yang Shasha stood up angrily and frowned coldly.

"I'll deal with it." Pan Hongsheng pressed Feng Dongmei and walked out without saying a word, and his footsteps were very anxious.

Feng Dongmei was obviously scared by the situation just now. After coming out of the door, she hasn't recovered for a long time: "Mr. Pan, do you... fall in love with Mr. Yang? Aren't you... married?"

"Cough, I don't feel anything about her." Pan Hongsheng didn't know what to say, so he quickly changed the topic: "What are you doing here? Is there anyone else who is looking for trouble?"

"No, where does anyone dare to make trouble now? As long as we go out on the street in the clothes of the health school, we will scare those little hooligans to hide far away. There is something wrong with Wang Xiaojia's family. Let me ask you for a leave!" Feng Dongmei blinked her eyes and seemed to have something difficult to say.

"What's the matter with her family?" Pan Hongsheng was afraid that Yang Shasha would be entangled again later. He pushed Feng Dongmei's shoulder with one hand: "Let's go there and talk about it."

At the corner of the stairs, a pair of resentful eyes looked at all this, and the camera in his hand kept shooting...

"Wang Xiaojia's father seemed to have a loan to do business, but he was cheated! Now the usury I borrowed can't be paid back. They are not good at it. Last night, they splashed their door with paint, and today they said..."

Pan Hongsheng waved her hand to stop talking. There are many such things.

The current property company is actually usury.

Many borrowers use it to do business. If you are lucky, you will have the right bet. When the business is started, you can pay back the money smoothly, but if you can't do it, it's over.

Pan Hongsheng explained to the school and immediately rushed to the Riping District where Wang Xiaojia lived with the address given by Feng Dongmei.

Riping District is a relatively slow development area in Beijing. Its prosperity and public facilities are far below the standards of the urban area. The most prosperous low-end here is near several universities.

In fact, most of the economy of Riping District is driven by students who come here to school.

There are seven or eight universities, several university streets, and various catering Internet cafes and bars, which directly drive the economy of the whole region.

It took Pan Hongsheng at least half an hour to drive here and waited for the traffic light for more than ten minutes.

He looked at the address in his hand: No. 38 Chunhua Road.

He remembered that it was near Songyuan Street. Songyuan was the most prosperous and chaotic street in Riping District. Because it was adjacent to the University of Political Science and Law, the Internet cafes here were also full of restaurants with various flavors.

The car finally turned into the narrow alley. Now he understands why Wang Xiaojia's father took out a loan to do business. It turned out that their house was just in a street in Songyuan. The original neighbor's house had become all kinds of businesses. It's a pity that this location didn't do business.

Looking at Wang Xiaojia's house, it is low and dilapidated, and there is a dilapidated signboard of Jiajia Internet cafe hanging outside, which makes people have no desire to go in.

The business of other companies has completely rebuilt the house, and the house is not too long to look like that. Some have already been made into online clubs and health clubs. And their house is obviously a product of the 1970s. There are traces of rain leakage everywhere. Poorly standing around those magnificent buildings, it looks more and more shabby.

The store owners here are mostly villagers in the original local villages. They rely on this unique position to start their business, but now the prices are expensive. Even if they get a license of a small Internet cafe, it will cost at least 100,000 yuan.

Although Pan Hongsheng hasn't seen Wang Xiaojia's family, he almost knows what's going on.

It seems that Wang Xiaojia's father is reluctant to waste the excellent location of his house, but his family's economy is not well-off, so he has embarked on the road of high-interest loans.

This is obviously an unwise choice, because the Internet cafe is already a gross profit industry at this time. At most, seven or eight machines can be placed in such a small room. Even if there is no rest 24 hours a day, it is two yuan per hour, one machine is only 48 yuan, and eight machines are less than 500 yuan.

And electricity, machine wear and tear costs, business taxes and various expenses are definitely more than income. Moreover, the most important thing is that Songyuan Internet cafes have long been saturated. Some large online clubs can not only surf the Internet, but also bar business, massage back room and other services, which makes these grassroots bosses even more have no way out.

In the past few years, these Internet cafe bosses were basically illegal. They made a profit without applying for a certificate or paying taxes. Now various rules and regulations tend to be rationalized and the management is more detailed, so it is even more difficult to take advantage of the loopholes.

"Who?" Hearing someone knocking on the door, someone inside asked tremblingly.

Pan Hongsheng didn't have time to answer, and the door opened with a click. Wang Xiaojia and an old man appeared in front of him. The little girl couldn't help dragging him in.

Wang Xiaojia is the thinnest one in the Lan Xianli trio. Her body and legs are like undeveloped children, and her face is also dark, but her facial features are still handsome.

She asked with a crying voice, "Who told you?" I told them not to tell you..."

"You are my student. How can I leave it alone?" Pan Hongsheng looked at the objects at home and sighed.

These are just two small squares. The largest Internet cafe has eight machines in a mess, and the other is a small room as a lounge.

But at this time, the dilapidated computers have been smashed, and the monitors are black and there is no screen.

"Those people from the financial company have come here and smashed everything that can be smashed..." The old woman seems to be Wang Xiaojia's grandmother. She pointed to the computer and cried, "What a good thing, it's all smashed... How can we pay back the money without these things?"

"Where's your father and mother?" Pan Hongsheng looked at those computers. To be honest, they were all eliminated by other computer stores. At first glance, they have been used for too long, and some even a big hole in the chassis has been burned. Even if this kind of thing is thrown into the dustbin, no one will pick it up. It is hard to imagine that anyone will spend money to use this kind of computer to surf the Internet.

"They are afraid of being beaten, so they all hide!" Wang Xiaojia said angrily, "Actually, I have advised my father a long time ago not to learn from others to do business if we don't have money, but..."

In Pan Hongsheng's impression, this little girl is the most taciturn of the three, but she is quite mature psychologically. Lan Xianli was impulsive and Feng Dongmei was calm, but Wang Xiaojia listened silently most of the time and never said much.

Only then did he notice that the trousers and clothes worn by the girl were obviously too narrow, and he also wore the school uniform issued by the school at home, with the kind of long-term malnutrition on his face.

Pan Hongsheng was about to ask Wang Xiaojia's financial company's number, but the other party was not invited.

This time they made a silent attack, and there was almost no movement before breaking into the door.

"Wang Jiacai! Come out! Don't think you can't pay back the money like this!" A fat man with a chicken crown carried a stick angrily, followed by three or four equally big and round-waisted helpers.

The old woman stood up with a stick angrily: "You have smashed everything you can. What else can we do? Can you be reasonable?"

"Is it reasonable? I don't look like an old man! Tell your young man to come out! I won't kill him!" The fat man with a chicken crown and head speaks with the charm of old Beijing: "Do you know who we are? Not yet? It's natural to pay off debts! If you go to the big day, you have to pay back the money! Now that you have no money, what did you do when you borrowed money? Don't have a brain? In such a big place, just these broken machines, just like making 120,000 yuan in a month? Do you think this is a money-grabbing business? Don't talk nonsense. Tell me where Wang Jiacai is, or I'll order the house!"

"Brother, don't talk like this." Pan Hongsheng pinched off the cigarette in his hand: "You also saw that there were only old people and children. What's so fierce? What's going on? Are you from the financial company?

"That's right, buddy, nicknamed Golden Retriever, there is nothing you don't know in the forty-nine cities! If you don't believe it, buddy, ask about it. Who are you? What are you doing here?" The fat man raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it... are you a relative of their family? That's good! Since the head of the household is not here, then help him put the money on. Look at what you are wearing. A belt is at least tens of thousands of yuan, right? Help them take out this little money, so that it won't be difficult for everyone to do.

Pan Hongsheng smiled and said, "You are also cheerful! I don't think it's difficult for the child and the old man, so I'll make a happy account with you. Does he owe you 120,000?

As he spoke, he opened the suitcase.