"Kid!" If you have the guts, then kill me. Otherwise, the one who will die will definitely be you! " Zhang Qiming was quite stubborn. Not only did he not cower, he even threatened Qin Hao.

Qin Wu laughed, "You aren't willing to write? Oh, you don't have enough ingredients, do you? "

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Qiming's head was lifted high up by Qin Wu and abruptly dropped down.

Boom! *

Zhang Qiming's head crashed onto the conference table with a loud bang, producing a soul-stirring sound. Fresh blood splattered across the table. It was a shocking sight to behold, and a cruel one to the extreme.

"Ahh …"

Zhang Qiming let out a blood-curdling screech. He could only feel waves of intense pain coming from his face.

Boom! *

Before Zhang Qiming could utter another word, Qin Wu had already grabbed his head, lifting him up. Then, Qin Wu slammed his head down heavily onto the ground.

After the cycle repeated three or four times, Zhang Qiming felt dizzy. The bridge of his nose had already been broken, and his face had swelled up. He was in so much pain that he could barely breathe.

"I'll write, I'll write, don't call anymore, I'll write …"

Zhang Qiming stretched out his hand weakly and began to beg for mercy. He began to feel fear. Although he was a sc.u.mbag, that did not mean that he was not afraid of death. Previously, he was unyielding because he felt that Qin Wu wouldn't dare to kill him. But looking at the current situation, this r.e.t.a.r.d was simply a lunatic. If he were to be smashed a few more times, his brain would be useless.

Zhang Qiming was furious, but he did not dare to say anything. He could only swallow his anger and drag his broken leg along with him, half-kneeling on the ground. Enduring the sharp pain from his body, he dipped his finger into his blood and started writing on the table.

"Un, not bad. It's fine as long as you know how to write the word 'dead'." Qin Wu nodded in satisfaction. He pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Zhang Qiming, who was half-kneeling, and helped him straighten his collar: "Since you know how to write 'Dead', then let's talk business. Boss Zhang, when do you plan to pay?"

"Any time, any time. Say the time." For the sake of his little life, even if Zhang Qiming hated Qin Hao to the bones, he wouldn't dare to say half a word of no.

However, a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. So what if he gave the money to the Mu Clan? Once he found the men he needed, Qin Wu would die without a burial ground.

"Okay," Qin Wu picked up his cell phone and turned on the calculator. "I heard that Golden Coast owes the Mu Clan a hundred million yuan. It's been five years already?"

"Yes, five years and three months." Zhang Qiming hurriedly answered honestly.

"Forget it, I'll just take it as it is for three months. According to five years, I'll just take it as it is."

"Thirty. Thirty."

"I dare not, dare not, it really is thirty …" Zhang Qiming replied, trembling with fear.

"Alright, then let's calculate it at thirty. Wait a moment, I have to calculate it." While pressing the b.u.t.ton on the calculator, Qin Wu read out: "100 million, 30% interest, 30% a year, 5 years, 150 million. Alright, I've calculated it. One hundred and fifty million, plus the one hundred million in princ.i.p.al, you just have to pay two hundred and fifty million. "Let me tell you, I've also helped you save a fraction of those three months, otherwise you would have had another ten million."

Zhang Qiming wiped his head. It was unknown whether it was blood or cold sweat. He had spent 250 million just like that. Even though he was rich, he could not help but feel sorry for it. After all, this money did not come from a flood.

"Ok, Boss Zhang, 250 million. Pay up." Qin Wu showed Zhang Qiming the number he had calculated on his phone and extended his hand to ask for money.

Zhang Qiming glanced at Qin Hao with a somewhat awkward expression. He timidly said, "I-I can't take out that much cash in one go. How about letting me take it slowly?"

"You want to go back on your word?" Qin Wu frowned.

"I don't dare, I don't dare." Zhang Qiming shook his head like a rattle drum, "I really can't afford to take out that much cash. 250 million …"

Qin Wu slapped Zhang Qiming's head, "You f * cking lied to ghosts. Since when did the lord ask you for cash? Even I, who am a country b.u.mpkin who has never read a book, know about transferring money. Don't tell me that you don't know how to do it, do you want me to teach you? "

"No need, no need. Just say it earlier, I'll transfer the funds to you right away." Zhang Qiming nodded and said respectfully.

Qin Wu smiled in satisfaction. He lit up a cigarette and lit one up for Zhang Qiming, "See, how much better it is to return the money as soon as possible, and instead do all those twists and turns. But now, you have to pay back the money and he even suffered, don't you think so? Humans still have to be honest. "

"Yes, yes, you are right." Zhang Qiming nodded his head. His heart felt like it was about to bleed. He had only lost one hundred million yuan, but in the end, he had to pay one hundred and fifty million yuan in extra interest. He had lost all sense of sense, and now, no matter what, this debt was owed to him.

Qin Wu smiled as he stood up and put away his cell phone. He walked in front of the dumbstruck Song Yao, stretched out his hand and deliberately waved it in front of her: "Hey, when did you get another piece of wood? Let me carry it home for a firewood fire."

Only then did Song Yao regain her senses. She unhappily slapped Qin Wu's face, as she coquettishly scolded, "You're the fool!"

After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Qiming who had a miserable look on his face. He held Qin Wu's arm and whispered: "Hey, smelly Daoist, are you alright if you leave like this? Shall I call you for an ambulance? "

Seeing the fat guy in the lead, Song Yao exclaimed: "Manager Zhao?!"

"Stop them! Don't let them get away! " The appearance of these subordinates made Zhang Qiming feel great inside his heart. It was as if he had climbed up to the clouds in an instant.

Manager Zhao looked over and was immediately shocked. He quickly rolled and crawled to Zhang Qiming's side at the speed of a rocket.

"Young Master Ming, what's wrong with you?" Shall I call an ambulance for you? "

Pow!

Zhang Qiming raised his hand and slapped Manager Zhao's face, "You still f * cking dare to say that? Is this how you manage a hotel? And these security guards, did they all eat s.h.i.+t? I was almost beaten to death in the meeting room, but you guys didn't react at all. If I didn't send you a signal using my computer, you guys would probably be waiting to collect my corpse! "

Even though he said that, Fatty Zhao was already cursing in his heart. d.a.m.n it, if not, how could we not even dare to turn on the cameras when you said that you would do business in the meeting room and not let anyone disturb us?

"Tras.h.!.+" "Capture this adulterous pair of husband and wife for me, send the woman to my villa area and I will kill the man!"

Facing so many people, Qin Wu did not have the slightest trace of fear. Instead, he pulled Song Yao behind him, before looking at Zhang Qiming with a teasing smile and said: "Zhang Qiming, just return the money already. There's no need to send so many people over to send us off.