Live debt collection, one follow the whole network scared to cry!

Chapter 10 Follow me to go through the transfer procedures
[Funeral object?Recognize this?Nonsense, right? 】

【Am I the only one who cares about who this old man is?I remember that the owner of the car involved in the accident went private and seemed to have lost a lot of money to Sister Zhao. 】

[People aren't even her father?So, what did this man do to her house? 】

【Uncle is covered in injuries, so pitiful, he must have been abused badly, why didn't this old poisonous woman drown her at that time! 】

Barrages frantically swiped across Jiang Ningning's live broadcast room.

Because there were so many changes that happened at once, everyone's discussions couldn't even focus on one topic.

However, when the police arrived at the scene, it was impossible to continue the live broadcast, so Jiang Ningning took the initiative to cut off the live broadcast room.

The family of three took the old man away and went straight to the hospital.

The policeman who handled the case picked up the sword from the ground, looked at it, and saw that the ancient bronze sword held a lot of weight in his hand, and asked Jiang Ningning, "How do you know that this sword is a funeral object?"

Jiang Ningning can't say that it's because I'm a celestial master.

Randomly mentioned a reason, "Our family opened a funeral shop, and our ancestors did things like relocate people's graves. There are records in ancient books about some funerary objects, but I'm not very sure, you can find relevant experts to look at it. "

After speaking, Jiang Ningning returned to the topic.

"Last year, she ordered a one-stop funeral service in our store, totaling 18888. Can she return the money to me first?"

Elder Sister Zhao was handcuffed by the police, and she was in this situation, all because of this unlucky debt collector. If it weren't for Jiang Ningning, how could she have been exposed!
She wished she could rush over and bite Jiang Ningning to death. Grinding her teeth, she said, "You want money? Go ahead and dream, I won't repay the debt even if I die!"

With disheveled hair, like a ghost.

Jiang Ningning didn't care about her as a legal coffee guy, and just waited for the police to answer.

The police officer who handled the case smiled politely: "Her case is a bit complicated because there are too many suspected branches, and you have to go back with us to make a record and leave an account number. When we find out the debt problem here, we can send the money to you. account."

Jiang Ningning cooperated naturally.

Although Jiang Ningning's live broadcast room was closed, the netizens who followed this incident did not go offline. Adhering to the spirit of Sherlock Holmes per capita, everyone boiled on Weibo.

Then--

As soon as an entry called "the perpetrator of the day" appeared, it quickly spread to Reyi.

[I was the driver who hit this old man last year. At that time, the car had an accident at the traffic lights in front of the Dabaihui shopping mall, and I knocked the old man down.

Because it was my first time driving, I was scared and at a loss.

When I drove the door down to check the situation of the uncle, this Ms. Zhao suddenly appeared and said that I killed her father and asked me to pay compensation.

At that time, I didn't have insurance, so I was so scared that I didn't even check how the uncle was injured, so I hurriedly raised the matter.

She said that the compensation would be 10 yuan, or she would take me to court.

I gave 10 yuan. I have been living in frustration and self-blame this year, and I have never touched the steering wheel again.

Unexpectedly, the result was like this. 】

There are over [-] comments below almost instantly.

[I originally wanted to spend money to buy peace, but I was cheated for spending money. As expected of you, Sister Zhao responded. 】

[Respond to fart, she has to go in and step on the sewing machine. 】

[When I think about my uncle's troubles every day in the past year, I will be so angry that I will die!Sister Zhao must be sentenced to death! 】

[Severe punishment! 】

There were tens of thousands of angry scolding voices, and among the many crusading voices, other voices gradually appeared.

[This funeral sister has something, collect debts twice, and go in two! 】

[Whoever dares to owe money to the funeral shop, what good can it be! 】

[One thing to say, now I only care about whether the big villa given away yesterday is a dream or not. 】

[I want to know more, who will collect debts with next?How he was going to be sent in! 】

[Those who owe money to the funeral shop, are they trembling now? 】

[No, there are people who believe this, it is obvious that a blind cat hit a dead mouse. 】

【So is that sword a funeral object? 】

……

woohoo~
woohoo~
In the shade at the base of the city wall, a man in a long robe and mandarin jacket was crying heartbroken.

Next to him were three or four old men, either wearing wide-sleeved gowns, coarse short brown cloth, or Li Ning Nikes, all surrounded by the man in the mandarin jacket with sympathy on their faces.

"Old Zhao, don't cry. Even if you cry, the sword that was buried with your family will never come back. If you cry too much, your soul should fade."

"That's right. Although there are fewer tomb robbers these days, they are not extinct. If this kind of thing happens, it will be unlucky. If you cry, you will never come back. The theater over there will start singing soon. I will return it to you." Takes a good seat."

"That's right, don't cry."

These are all lonely ghosts who refuse to reincarnate after death. There are old ghosts who have passed away for thousands of years, and there are also new ghosts who have just died not long ago. They gather together for companionship.

In front of this old Zhao was a prince of a certain dynasty. When he was buried, there was a Shangfang sword in the coffin as a funeral object.

But last month, a tomb robber who lacked virtue made a hole in his tomb, and stole the Shangfang sword.

Old Zhao cried and cried so sadly.

"You don't know, my father relied on this sword to lay down half of the country for the late emperor, and our family has the subsequent hereditary throne. I have no skills. I can't fight for my father when I am alive, and I can't keep my family when I die. baby!"

Old Zhao was crying with a lot of tears and snot when suddenly he exclaimed not far away.

"The note is here!"

The tiaozi is the errand, those lonely ghosts who refuse to reincarnate, what they are most afraid of is meeting the errand.

In case you accidentally offend the other party, wouldn't it be bad luck to give you a ghost.

The new ghosts and the old ghosts were shocked when they heard the sound, and they were about to disperse immediately.

"Old Zhao, don't cry, save your strength and run!" The coarse cloth short brown grabbed Lao Zhao's arm and was about to drag him away.

However, Lao Zhao just got up——

"Zhao Bingde, who is Zhao Bingde, your family brought you a big villa, come here to go through the formalities!"

"Zhao Bingde, who is Zhao Bingde!"

Before Lao Zhao could escape, he heard the errand calling his name.

Big villa?
Although he was a ghost thousands of years ago, this era pays attention to keeping pace with the times, and he also knows what a big villa is.

Suddenly stunned.

Looking at the Yin messenger who had already drifted over in astonishment, "Tiao...ah, no, sir, I am Zhao Bingde, and I have a big villa? Is there a mistake? I haven't received incense for many years."

Yin Er looked him up and down, and checked it with his record book.

"You are right. Your No. 70 eighth-generation great-great-granddaughter brought you a big villa. Come back with me to go through the transfer procedures."

(End of this chapter)