Super Tenfold Rebate System

"You're welcome. I just did what I should do," said Zhang.

As soon as the voice fell, another man came, "Ru Xue, you must thank this gentleman."

Zhang Zheng looked up. It was the bar manager beaten by assistant long Tianxiang just now. At this time, he was still black and blue and looked a little embarrassed.

"Thank you very much for your help." the manager took the initiative to shake hands with Zhang Zheng.

"According to the signing agreement with our bar, Ru Xue can get a commission of 300 yuan for singing a song, and the rest will belong to our bar."

"However, your money for ordering songs is enough to buy our bar. We dare not accept the money, but directly returning the money to you is tantamount to refuting your face, so... Our bar will leave 10% and the other 90% will be returned to you, you see..."

A compromise plan ensures that the bar makes money without allowing Zhang Zheng to lose too much.

The manager is also a person who has seen the world. He doesn't dare to offend long Tianxiang. The person in front of him is obviously not weaker than long Tianxiang, and he doesn't dare to offend him.

People who are blinded by money can't get to where they are today.

Zhang Zheng was very satisfied with the manager. After thinking about it, he nodded slightly and said:

"30% of your bar is left, and the remaining 70% is calculated as my investment in your bar. In the name of me and your bar, donate it to the hope project. It's hard for you to do."

"Thank you!"

The manager folded his hands and bowed excitedly. In this way, the bar can be said to have both fame and wealth!

"But I have two more questions."

"You say!"

The manager immediately stood up and waited for Zhang Zheng to ask questions.

"The first question is, her Commission of 300 yuan for singing a song is a little low. Can you give her half of the reward from the guests in the future?"

"No problem!" the manager patted his chest and promised, "I'll sign the contract again and carry it out from tomorrow!"

Zhang Zheng nodded.

"The second question, Miss Ru Xue, can you go up and sing for me now?"

……

night.

Zhang Zheng returned to the rental house. Before entering the door, there was a fierce quarrel.

"Old and immortal, I'm your son. Don't you just spend money for me? Otherwise, who will die for you in the future?"

A middle-aged man stood there, shouting arrogantly.

"I'd rather not have a son like you! I know how to gamble every day and borrow so many online loans. Is it easy for me to save money? Even if you don't support me, do you want to take away my pension money?"

Uncle Chen, the landlord, stood there sadly and angrily, his eyes falling down.

"Uncle Chen, what's the matter?" Zhang Zheng asked.

Uncle Chen wiped his tears and said with a bitter smile, "Xiao Zhang is back? It's all right. You can go back first for private affairs at home."

Don't make a fool of yourself.

It doesn't make any sense except to be laughed at.

"Never die! You are my father! I only need 600000, 500000 to pay off the debt this time, and I can turn over the money! You sell the house and buy it back for you when I turn over the money!"

The middle-aged man was eager to urge.

Zhang Zheng remembered that Uncle Chen did have a son, but he never went home. He fooled around outside without a formal job. Anyway, he just wandered around with his old money.

Looking at this situation, I owed gambling debts and online loans. I was chased for debts and had nowhere to escape. I ran here to ask my old father for money.

"Our family's property and several other houses have been sold to you to pay off your debts. Only the last one is for rent. It's for my pension. You won't let it go!"

Uncle Chen's voice was a bit of a cry. He spread such a son. His whole life's efforts were ruined.

"Don't talk nonsense! When you die, don't you give me all these houses and money? What's the difference between early and late! I warn you, I must get the money today!"

Zhang Zheng can't stand it.

When he was a child, his family suffered changes, his father died, his mother was injured, and lived in the hospital for many years. Finally, he died.

Therefore, for a long time in his childhood, his greatest desire was the company and love of his parents.

But Uncle Chen's son is a moth. He is drinking Uncle Chen's blood one mouthful at a time!

"That's too much!" Zhang Zheng returned and said sternly, "don't you feel ashamed that you have sound limbs, but you don't work to earn money and don't support the elderly. Instead, you have to rely on your elderly father?"

"Who are you? You need to take care of our family's private affairs?"

The middle-aged man was angry.

"Go away! I didn't ask you for money again. I need you to run out and mind your own business!"

"It's you who should get out!" Zhang zhengdang took out his mobile phone in front of Uncle Chen. "You leave here immediately, or I'll call the police!"

"You report!"

The man is aggressive and seems to be determined to ask for money.

Boom!

There was a loud noise outside. The door was kicked open and three rough men came in.

Seeing these three people, Uncle Chen's son suddenly wilted and retreated in fear.

Pop!

Someone slapped Uncle Chen's son in the face, knocked him to the ground and kicked him hard.

"Who are you? Why do you beat people?"

When Uncle Chen saw his son beaten, he subconsciously had to come forward and help him up.

"Why? He owes us money and doesn't pay it back!" said the other man. "Are you his father? Well, you pay him back, a million in all!"

"A million?" Uncle Chen was startled. He looked at his son and said, "why do you owe so much money again?"

"Don't cry, pay back!" the man who slapped Uncle Chen's son just now came forward again and kicked Uncle Chen away, "neither of you can run away. If you don't pay back today, your father and son's legs will be broken!"

Another man scolded: "third, don't always use your hands when you brew it. This old guy is old. What's wrong with your kick!"

"If you don't beat them, they don't have a long memory! How many times has this boy fought, and he doesn't pay back!"

Zhang Zheng didn't intend to intervene. Uncle Chen deserved to be taught a lesson, but when the other party beat Uncle Chen, he couldn't stand idly by.

"Uncle Chen, get up first." Zhang Zheng helped him up. "Don't worry, no one can take your house away, otherwise where I live? Let me solve it."

"You solve it?" the debt collector smiled. "There are really lengtouqing who are not afraid of things these days. Do you pay back a million for them?"

Zhang Zheng remembered what Uncle Chen's son said just now and asked the debt collector, "he just said he owed 500000. Why do you want a million?"

"Do you understand?" the one who hit the man just now wanted to do it again and was held by his companion. "If you don't pay back the money today, it will become 1.5 million tomorrow!"

Zhang Zheng nodded, "OK, I see."

"I'll pay back the money for him and I'll give you a million!" Zhang Zheng looked at the leading man, "but I have two conditions."

The leading man's eyes widened: "you say."

"First, break his gambling hand!" Zhang Zheng pointed to Uncle Chen's son, and then pointed to the man who kicked Uncle Chen, "second, break his leg!"