"It’s you?"
By the moonlight, Yuan Qian could clearly see Jiang Tong’s face.
"What? Didn’t find what you wanted this morning, and now you want to use torture to get it? I warn you, this is illegal!" He said sternly, his face flushed.
Oh, he was getting cocky.
Was his face flattened with a basin?
Jiang Tong sneered elegantly and rolled her eyes, reminding him: "Economic dispute, now we resolve it peacefully, not illegal."
Economic dispute?
Yuan Qian was stunned for a moment, not recalling when he owed her money.
Could it be that Jiang Tong randomly found an excuse to take revenge on him?
"When did I owe you money? Don’t mess around!" he hurriedly retorted.
Great.
No debt, huh.
Jiang Tong’s face darkened instantly. She waved to the people behind her, "Go ahead."
"What are you doing... Don’t come over..."
Yuan Qian shrank back in terror, the fat on his face trembling.
Just when he thought he was going to be beaten up, his shoes were suddenly removed.
"Hahahahahahaha stop tickling hahaha."
"Can’t take it anymore hahahahahaha."
He Wanchen’s men were using the dogtail grass Jiang Tong had randomly picked at the door earlier to tickle Yuan Qian’s soles.
Yuan Qian was so tickled he trembled all over, almost laughing to the point of tears, trying to struggle to get up but was firmly held down.
"Hand over the bank card and we’ll stop."
Jiang Tong took a sip of the green tea He Wanchen handed over.
Did you think she’d beat him up after putting him in a sack?
No! No! No!
Civilized enforcement, with a touch of humor.
"... "
"Hahaha stop tickling, I’ll give... I’ll give..."
In the end, Yuan Qian couldn’t resist the torment and chose to give in.
Hearing his words, the ones holding him down released their grip.
After being tortured like that earlier, Yuan Qian trembled as he opened the briefcase scattered nearby.
He took out a bank card from inside and shakily handed it to Jiang Tong.
"See, wasn’t that simple."
Jiang Tong waved her hand, and a POS machine was brought in front of her.
After setting the amount, she handed it back to Yuan Qian to input the password.
Yuan Qian had no choice but to resign himself and entered his password.
He was prepared to be cleaned out completely.
Who would have thought Jiang Tong only handed him a POS receipt afterward.
"Here you go, one thousand twenty-eight yuan and thirty cents. Look carefully, I didn’t take even a penny more from you, not even a scratch on the card’s magnetic strip. Don’t say I conned you."
Jiang Tong said seriously with a straight face.
Yuan Qian was stunned.
What is one thousand twenty-eight yuan and thirty cents?
So it turns out she went to all this trouble to capture him.
Just for over a thousand yuan?
No way...
After confirming the money had been transferred to her account, Jiang Tong nodded in satisfaction and lightly patted He Wanchen’s shoulder, "Ah Chen, it’s done. We can wrap up."
He Wanchen had been standing by the side the entire time, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Actually, what he didn’t say was that his collection team could earn millions in the time they just spent.
Alas.
Better not to tell Jiang Tong the truth, to avoid upsetting her.
He nodded slightly and waved his hand to his men, indicating they could leave.
Then he looked at Jiang Tong beside him and sighed helplessly.
"Xiao Tong, it’s late. Let me take you home."