This was the financial situation at the end of the year for the Pickled Vegetables Company in recent years, and the details of the bank loans that had already mortgaged several properties under his control...
The woman who had always been clinging to Qiaoqiao’s Dad like a delicate bird suddenly screamed shrilly, slapping him across the face.
"This villa, hadn’t you already given it to me? How could you mortgage it! It’s mine!!!"
Qiaoqiao’s Dad grabbed the woman’s wrist, scolding, "Calm down! Stop causing a scene!"
"Me causing a scene? You mortgaged my villa, and you blame me for causing a scene!"
"It’s just mortgaged, once the loan is repaid, it will still be yours. It’s just to help me get through this difficult period. Once the company is back on track, we can discuss everything. I can compensate you, even give you two more villas."
As the woman’s gaze turned to Hua Jinyan’s phone screen, she felt a chill throughout her body and screamed hysterically, "Compensate? What do you even have to compensate me with! You’re already a pauper with debts in the hundreds of millions. What can you compensate me with! Your company doesn’t make any money, these past few years have only been losses, and you still think about making a comeback. You’re delusional!"
"Shut up! I can do it! Back in the day, I had the capability to turn from a poor college student from the countryside into a billionaire businessman. I will definitely be able to pay off the debts and grow the company even bigger. I’m just facing a little trouble now, but once I get through this rough patch, I will thrive again!"
"Hah... Hahaha!" The woman thought of how she had lost the child she had struggled to conceive for this pauper, her heart aching unbearably as she glared with bloodshot eyes at this disgusting middle-aged man, and madly rushed forward, trying to claw his face with her sharp nails.
"You crazy woman! You ruined Qiaoqiao’s face, and now you want to ruin mine too?" Qiaoqiao’s Dad forcefully pushed the woman to the ground, looking down on her from above.
"I’m telling you, the surveillance in the grand flat recorded it. I have saved the video of you ruining Qiaoqiao’s face. If you have any sense, you’ll settle down and live quietly. If you don’t, don’t blame me for sending you to the mental hospital! You have a history of assault, I think they would be quite happy to have someone like you!"
The woman was frightened by the ruthlessness in Qiaoqiao’s Dad’s eyes, and she no longer dared to fight with him. She lowered her head, clenching her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms, hurting intensely.
Little Taotie, Little Fatty, and the Sports Committee member, all three children, were completely stunned.
All Hua Jinyan did was flicker his phone, and the enemies began to destroy each other like dogs biting dogs!
Little Fatty sneakily glanced at Hua Jinyan, feeling even more wary now, thinking to himself: In the future, no matter whom I offend, I must never offend this guy!
The Sports Committee member looked at Hua Jinyan with admiration, thinking: It’s no wonder he’s number one! Following the leader is definitely the right choice!
Little Taotie leaned into Hua Jinyan’s ear, whispering the memories he had seen from Evil Spirit the Infant, indignantly saying, "We can’t let them off easily!"
Hua Jinyan nodded, his gaze toward the woman on the ground cold and indifferent.
The butler, still recovering from the aftershock of Little Fatty’s attack but walking with his legs still close together, walked over to the woman, crouching down to help her up, "Ma’am, the boss never fights a battle he’s not sure of winning. He knows what he’s doing. You should trust him. Please get up, you’ve recently had a miscarriage. Don’t sit on the ground."
Upon hearing the butler’s words, Qiaoqiao’s Dad was very pleased and found an easy way out, reaching out to help his wife, gently saying, "I was wrong just now. I lost my temper for a moment. Are you hurt from the fall?"