After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

"Brother Zhao - relative!"

Feng Yin stepped forward and took Brother Zhao's right hand with both hands.

She moved her hands up and down, tightly clamping Brother Zhao's hand in between.

Brother Zhao was so frightened by Feng Yin's sudden enthusiasm that he first didn't dare to move, and then couldn't move. His right hand began to hurt.

Is this handshake too strong?
"Brother Zhao, you are such a good person. You are really worried about my news."

"Although Papa Li squats at the door of my community every day, is on call 24 hours a day, and reimburses his own fare for food and drinks, this is not as good as you!"

"You are still too far-sighted and forget your own good. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, bitch. Oh, look at my mouth. Why can't it be used today?"

"Anyway, I'm here to thank you. You think Paparazzi Li doesn't have enough authority, so you insist on helping to take away his news and make it your own. Your sacrificial spirit of selflessness is really rare in modern society. See you."

Feng Yin kept holding his hands.

Once she opens her mouth, she doesn't give others a chance.

Brother Zhao's hands hurt terribly, but he felt even more anxious.

"No - Feng Yin, don't get me wrong, Papa Li belongs to our company, and all his information belongs to our company. I have the right to make arrangements."

Brother Zhao finally intervened.

Feng Yin's other idle hand slapped Brother Zhao on the shoulder.

"you're right!"

A very certain sentence, which confused Brother Zhao.

What on earth is she here to do!

"Lin Yu, take the contract and show it to Brother Zhao."

Brother Zhao was completely confused.

If Feng Yin praised and criticized Feng Yin before, he understood it and could find a way to deal with it, but what kind of trick is it to get a contract now?

Lin Yu, who had been prepared early, came forward with a thick document, the same standard eight-toothed service smile as Feng Yin, and politely gave it to Brother Zhao with both hands.

Brother Zhao wants to pick it up.

"That Feng Yin, are you letting go of my hand? Your hand is so strong that it will break." Brother Zhao lightly added some guilt to Feng Yin.

Feng Yin suddenly understood and looked at Brother Zhao with a slightly aggrieved expression.

"Brother Zhao, what you said - hey, my heart is just too soft."

With a swipe, Feng Yin let go of his hand.

Zhang Bo'er, who was holding a camera behind Feng Yin, immediately stepped forward and took a photo of Brother Zhao's hand.

In the camera lens, Brother Zhao’s so-called broken hand didn’t even have a red mark.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Brother Zhao, I'm afraid it was made by a masked person, this one is so tender."

Zhang Boer made a comment in time, took a step back with perfect coordination, and completely ignored Brother Zhao's excuse.

"No - why - I really hurt."

Brother Zhao is telling the truth, but it's a pity that everyone doesn't believe it.

Feng Yin is powerful, so he can't really hit the cow across the mountain.

Brother Zhao noticed that the looks around him were a bit strange, so he immediately discarded the negative points and took the document handed over by Lin Yu.

"Related to Feng Yin related information profit sharing contract?"

Brother Zhao read it out, opened it casually, and looked at it briefly.

"Are you crazy!"

He saw the sharing ratio inside.

Feng Yin accounted for 99%, and their entire company accounted for 0.1%.

There is no profit at all.

"Brother Zhao, what do you say? I signed a contract with Paparazzi Li at the beginning. You just said that Paparazzi Li belongs to your company, his news is your news, and you are the final person responsible."

"It's written in black and white, don't you want to default on the debt?" (End of Chapter)