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

Chapter 11 Can You Help Me Collect My Debt
"Wow!"

"Wow~"

"Wow*@￥"

Looking at the big golden villa in front of him, the coarse cloth is short and brown, the wide-sleeved robe and Li Ning Nike exclaimed like goose screams at the same time.

The coarse cloth and short brown is a ghost from the period of the Republic of China. He has pulled a rickshaw in Shili Yangchang, and he has seen some worldly things, but how can the small bungalows in his memory compare with the big villa in front of him.

He put his arm on Li Ning's Nike shoulder, "Brother! Are your modern villas so domineering?"

Li Ning Nike licked his lips, "To tell the truth, brother, I only saw some pictures of villas on the Internet before I was alive, but I haven't seen the real ones. The ones on the Internet are not as good as the one in front of me."

The wide-sleeved robe and Zhao Bingde are old ghosts who have been around for thousands of years. Although they know what a big villa is, they also know it very abstractly.

At this time, seeing the real villa in front of him, he was already so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

The Yin messenger prepared all the transfer documents for Zhao Bingde, and called out to him, "Zhao Bingde, come here and sign and make a deposit. After paying the transfer fee, the house will be yours."

Zhao Bingde looked away from the big villa in a daze, and looked at Yin Cha in astonishment, "Transfer fee?"

Yin poorly nodded, "I'll bring it to you over there. We need to pay a transfer fee to open the land and build it here. It's not much, just 500 yuan. Pay it quickly."

He still had a lot of things to deal with, and he looked a little impatient.

Just waiting to take the money and leave.

However, Zhao Bingde looked embarrassed, and turned his two pockets that were cleaner than his face, "Tu... Guanye, I have no money. I have been dead for thousands of years, and I have never received any money in these years." Incense, where does the money come from?"

"The official is the official, why pay the official, I don't have a surname!" The errand rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I don't have money? If I don't have money, I can't do it. I can't transfer this house to you!"

After finishing speaking, Yin Cha raised his hand and was about to take away the big villa that had already landed.

Zhao Bingde immediately went to grab the hand of the errand.

Really rich can make ghosts turn around~
Even lonely souls and wild ghosts dare to delay with Yin Er for the ownership of the big villa.

"Guan Ye, although I don't have any money now, since my 78th generation great-great-granddaughter gave me a villa, she can definitely give me money. You can accommodate me for a day, just one day. I'll make a dream and let her Send me some money, and I'll go through the transfer procedures tomorrow."

The wide-sleeved robe next to him interceded, "My lord, we have been honest and responsible ghosts for thousands of years, and we have never committed crimes. For the sake of us being good ghosts, please forgive us."

The coarse cloth and short brown said: "It's really not possible, let his 78th generation great-great-granddaughter also bring a roast chicken when he entrusts his dream, so that he can honor the official."

Li Ning Nike said: "It's okay to bring a hamburger!"

Yin difference: ...

This official is stern and selfless...but he said roast chicken~
This large villa is of a rare quality in recent years. For a person who can build such a good villa, can the roast chicken taste bad?
The underworld is also suffering recently, and the quality of the things brought over from the yangjian is getting worse and worse... The last time he ate roast chicken that smelled like roast chicken was the last time!
Gudong swallowed his saliva, and said with a sullen face: "Okay, let's accommodate for a day, and I will collect the transfer fee at this time tomorrow. If the money cannot be paid by then, the house will be confiscated!"

Zhao Bingde immediately bowed to the errand, "Thank you for your flexibility, I will definitely cook chicken for you."

Wait until the errand goes away.

The four ghosts rushed into the big villa.

"television!"

"air conditioner!"

"Simmons!"

In the luxurious big villa, once the equipment is complete, lying on the soft Simmons, turning on the air conditioner and blowing the warm air that has not been felt in the underworld for a long time, Zhao Bingde decided to go to dream immediately.

He loves big villas~
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Jiang Ningning came out of the police station.

I found a noodle shop and ate a bowl of oil-splashed noodles, and went shopping for some daily necessities. When I returned to the funeral shop, it was already past eight o'clock.

Simply wash up and open the live broadcast room.

The number of viewers... tens of millions, fifty thousand?
Jiang Ningning looked at the number in shock. Before collecting debts, she worked so hard that there were only five of them!
Now that the live broadcast room has just opened, the number of viewers is only [-]?

Jiang Ningning immediately rubbed her hands, and devoted herself to the live broadcasting business with great enthusiasm.

"Good evening everyone, the debt collection was very successful today, 18888 has arrived!"

【congratulations! 】

[Miss, will you still collect debts tomorrow? 】

[How many years has Miss Zhao been sentenced? 】

【Is the uncle cured?So worrying! 】

【Is that sword really a funeral object? 】

……

Sister Zhao has been sentenced for several years, whether the uncle has been cured or not, Jiang Ningning is not suitable to speak publicly in the live broadcast room, and only picked the part about herself.

"There will be no debt collection tomorrow, and there will be a lot of customers in the store tomorrow, so we need to deal with it."

Jiang Ningning tied a refreshing ponytail and put on light makeup, looking energetic and vigorous.

"Why are there so many guests? Because there are a lot of people coming to buy a big villa tomorrow."

Chatting with water friends, Jiang Ningning started live broadcasting to make paper-made villas.

Her slender fingers fluttered, flexibly folding the yellow mounting paper into various shapes, without delaying her eyes to glance at the barrage, let alone chatting with her mouth.

"My family's big villa is really worth the money. You can take it with your relatives. He can live comfortably and save face. Don't you consider buying one? The one I sell is not expensive."

[Did the dream come true yesterday? 】

[Stupid anchor, debt collection is fine, why do you have to live stream the goods?Bring Nima belt! 】

[Is it interesting to diss peers?Already reported, thanks! 】

Jiang Ningning frowned as she watched the stream of curses suddenly pouring out of the barrage, then stopped the paper piercing, and counted with her fingers.

"The customer yesterday should have burned it in the early hours of this morning, so Tuomeng guessed it will be tonight."

"Why did I go with DISS? I only said that my big villa is good, and I didn't say anything bad about other people's!"

"Love to watch, don't like to watch, and I don't beg you? Did I beg you to pay attention? I didn't say that babies should pay attention to it. If you don't want to watch it, click a cross, is the APP unwilling to serve you? ?”

Jiang Ningning eats according to her ability, she is not used to this bad habit.

As soon as she rolled her eyes, a little girl suddenly entered the shop.

Jiang Ningning was taken aback for a moment, stopped his hands, and looked at her, "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

Under the incandescent lights in the shop, the girl was not in the shadows and her feet never touched the ground.

She plopped and knelt down straight.

"Are you the sister who live broadcasted debt collection? Can you help me collect debts? I can give you money!"

As she said that, the little girl took out a handful of... Ming coins from her pocket.

Due to the angle of the camera, the water friends in the live broadcast room could not see this scene, but only saw a pretty little girl kneeling in front of the camera.

【what's going on? 】

[The script arranged by Shabi anchor? 】

[This girl is only in junior high school?Why don't you go home at night? 】

[Ask the funeral shop for help in debt collection?Oh hoo, have fun watching it! 】

Jiang Ningning caught a glimpse of Shuiyou's boiling, and immediately remembered that she had set up a battle for the funeral shop, and any monsters and ghosts had to act when they came in.

Just now when the little girl came in suddenly, she forgot to turn off the formation.

(End of this chapter)