The Magic Trading System

"Meimei, I swear to God, absolutely not! I've broken up with her for a long time. I haven't even seen her before, except that I've visited her several times in recent days for that house. Please ask your father to help me. First lend me 200 million yuan to help me get through this difficulty. In the future, as long as I take more plays and do more advertisements, I will slow down. You are my wife. If you don't help me, who else can help me? " Wang Jun said bitterly.

"Well! If you want my father to help you, it's not impossible. I told you to take the house back from that woman, and then I told my father to let him give you a hundred million yuan in vain to get through this difficulty. Isn't that interesting enough for me? " She said in a delicate voice.

"But I really don't want to come back." Wang said bitterly.

"Think more, there will always be a way." Meimei said.

"But time doesn't wait for me. The creditors are forcing me to repay. If I don't repay in time, I will even be exposed. By that time, my reputation will be ruined." Wang said.

"It's not that serious! What can you do if you expose your debts? Investment failure is nothing disgraceful, is it? " Meimei said with a wink.

Wang juejun opened his mouth. He wanted to cry without tears.

His debt problem is very complicated, far from simple.

"No way, Meimei. You know, those tabloid reporters are staring at me. Once I get any bad news, rumors will fly all over the place. At that time, I'll be ruined by those who want to do something Wang said.

"Isn't that right? Don't you actors need hype? If the news about you is overwhelming, you should be happy. It's not a big scandal. What are you afraid of? Unless you've kept it from me from the beginning, what else can't you tell me about your financial crisis? " Meimei blinks her eyes and looks at Wang Xujun with a smile.

"No, absolutely not." Wang Jun said in a hurry.

"Ha ha! I really don't know why you are so nervous, my dear. I still say that if you take the house back, I will help you. You can do it by yourself! " Meimei yawned and said.

Wang Xiang Jun is a little desperate.

All this time, my wife is still waiting to see her own jokes.

But he really can't wait.

"Well, Meimei, since you have said that, I'll go down right now. I'll go to find Chen Aimei again. No matter what means, I'll take back the house." Wang Jun said with gnashing teeth.

He even has a crazy idea in his head now.

"That's right! Honey, if you like, I can also help you in this matter. " Meimei said with a smile.

"Meimei, how are you going to help me?" Wang's eyes brightened.

"Hey, hey! I can let her die unconsciously, and then the property in her name will be transferred back to your name. " A trace of malice flashed across Meimei's charming face.

The woman's name is Feng Yumei. She is the daughter of the Feng family, a famous plutocrat in Beijing. More than ten years ago, she fell in love with Wang juejun and chased him wildly. Finally, she got Wang juejun to change her love and get married with her.

She thought she would have this man forever, but later she found out that Wang didn't seem to have completely forgotten Chen Aimei.

Yes, she hates the woman named Chen Aimei.

Because she even heard Wang juejun call Chen Aimei in her dream.

It's obvious that her husband still thinks about that woman. This makes Feng Yumei intolerable. At the same time, it also makes her very uneasy. She is worried that her husband and his ex-wife will be reunited.

The financial crisis that Wang Junjun encountered is Feng Yumei's own concoction and planning.

The purpose is to make Wang Junjun give up on Chen Aimei completely, and then Feng Yumei takes the opportunity to get rid of Chen Aimei. Maybe only in this way, that woman will not rob her husband again!

"Ah?! Meimei, you, you're going to kill her? " Wang was surprised.

"I'm not going to kill her, but you. I'm helping you, honey. You should thank me!" Feng Yumei said with a giggle.

"Well, if Meimei can help me, I'll thank you very much!" Wang said.

Zheng Hao was surprised when he heard the conversation.

He didn't expect that they were plotting to murder Chen Aimei.

What's more, Zheng haogang has just opened the wheel of fate. He has heard Feng Yumei's voice. Only then did he realize that the reason why Wang juejun was in financial crisis this time and owed a huge amount of debt was all designed by Feng Yumei. Feng Yumei's purpose is to force Wang juejun to a dead end, and then let him have no choice but to cooperate with her to kill Chen Aimei, so as to get rid of future troubles forever

This woman is very kind-hearted.Zheng Hao doesn't want to listen any more.

He decided to take action immediately to clean up the couple.

He looked around the house and soon saw a statue of Zhao Gongming, the God of wealth, next to the TV cabinet.

Zheng Haoxin said, that's him.

Zheng Hao went to grab the statue of the God of wealth. He was surprised to find that the statue was not made of porcelain, but of copper and iron. Although it's hollow, it should weigh three or four Jin, and it's quite weighty in the hand.

Zheng Haoxin said that this is good, you can beat without scruple, and you don't have to think about breaking it.

Zheng Hao thought so, he took the statue of Zhao Gongming in his hand and smashed it on Wang juejun's forehead.

"Bang!"

"Ah

This is not particularly heavy. If Zheng Hao tries his best to smash it, he may smash Wang's head into a rotten watermelon.

But even if he only used a little bit of strength, he still smashed Wang Jun's head and blood.

Zheng Hao smashed Wang's head and gently dropped the statue of Zhao Gongming on the tea table.

The God of wealth, like a bang, stood firm on the tea table.

"Cujun, what's the matter with you?" Feng Yumei was shocked when she saw a wound on Wang juejun's head, bleeding continuously.

"I, I don't know. I feel like I've been hit by something." Wang said.

At this time, they heard the sound of the God of wealth being put on the tea table by Zheng Hao.

Wang Jun covered the wound and looked at the sudden appearance of the God of wealth on the tea table.