On the day of the blind date, I had a flash marriage with CEO Qianyi

"I guess I didn't sleep well last night."

"Then you go inside and rest for a while. There aren't many people here, so we don't need so many people guarding the store."

Lin Hongwei was worried that he could not find a reason to run away.

"Then I'll go to the back room and take a nap."

"Ah."

Lin Hongwei sneaked out of the back door.

As soon as he left, the clerk Xiao Xie muttered: "Sister Lin Lang, in the past few days, the amount of goods received and sold have always been inconsistent. Inexplicably, the amount is several hundred less."

"how could be?"

Little Xenun pursed her lips, looking like she was also puzzled.

"Has this happened before?"

"This kind of thing had never happened before Uncle Lin came here."

Lin Lang immediately heard the meaning of Xiao Xie's words, his face instantly darkened, and he said very seriously: "Are you suspecting that my father got this money?"

Xiao Xie hurriedly explained: "I didn't, but this situation did happen after Uncle Lin came."

"There's no way he's going to steal the money."

Although Lin Lang said this, she actually had doubts in her heart.

After all, time will change a lot, including a person's character, not to mention Lin Hongwei, who is not a competent father in her heart.

In a dark alley.

A man wearing a big gold watch and flowery pants sat on a chair, with several younger men standing behind him.

He raised his hand and the younger brother behind him respectfully handed him a cigar. He held it between his index and middle fingers. The younger brother bowed and lit it with a lighter.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous aura, and he looked down at Lin Hongwei who was kneeling in front of him.

"When will the money you owe me be paid back?"

Lin Hongwei hunched his shoulders, his lips were pale, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

"Brother Qiang, give me a little more time, and I will definitely find a way to repay you the 30."

"I've given you enough time."

"I can really collect 30 this time. If you give me another half month, no, it only takes a week. I can definitely give you 30 in one week."

Liu Qiang squinted his eyes slightly, crossed his legs, and examined Lin Hongwei.

"Why should I trust you?"

"I……"

Lin Hongwei was trembling, his eyes were evasive, and his brain was thinking of countermeasures.

"I promise you with my life that if I can't come up with the money after a week, I can do whatever I want with Brother Qiang."

The man suddenly laughed.

"Your life is the most worthless. Rather than letting you live for a week and wasting my time, why don't I solve it for you now so as not to be an eyesore!"

He raised his hand as he spoke, and the boy next to him instantly understood what he meant.

Lin Hongwei was punched and kicked.

Wails and begging for mercy echoed in the alley...

"Brother Qiang, stop fighting. Even if you beat me to death today, I can't get out 30. It doesn't matter if I die, but how can you explain to Brother Dao that you lost 30?"

Lin Hongwei held his head and wailed.

Liu Qiang frowned slightly, his eyes full of impatience, and raised his hand: "Stop."

Lin Hongwei was beaten until he was lying on the ground, dying. Liu Qiang stood up from the chair, walked up to him casually, raised his foot and stepped on his chest, crushing him hard.

"Ah, it hurts, hurts!"

Lin Hongwei's face was hideous in pain, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he looked miserable.

Liu Qiang felt that he could not forgive his hatred at all.

"Last time I crippled your leg and gave you three months to collect the money. Now the time is up and you still can't come up with the money, and you want me to give you another week. I don't want to make a loss-making business, otherwise this time How about losing one of your hands?"

Lin Hongwei was frightened to death.

"Don't force me, brother. Without my hand, I'm useless. Where can I get you money?"

"Brother Qiang, don't listen to his nonsense. First, cripple one of his hands to teach him a lesson. Brother Dao is already urging him. Without the 30 hole, if it is not filled this month, he will not be able to pay the debt. .”

"Go ahead."

Liu Qiang turned around and raised his hand. His younger brother picked up the hammer and walked towards Lin Hongwei.

"Hold him down."

Several younger brothers pinned him to the ground, stepped on his arms with their feet, and raised their hammers.

Lin Hongwei saw this and hurriedly took out his last trump card.

"I have other things that can be mortgaged. I...I also have two daughters. They have money. They can repay the money for me. If it doesn't work, I will mortgage them to you."

Brother Qiang narrowed his eyes slightly, becoming interested.

"daughter?"

His eyes were full of doubt: "Are you beautiful?"

"Beautiful, very beautiful. I have photos. Brother Qiang, I have photos. I will show them to you right now."

Lin Hongwei took out his mobile phone from his pocket and climbed up to Brother Qiang.

The man rubbed his chin, his eyes full of desire, and subconsciously licked his lips, hinting: "This little daughter of yours is quite pretty."

When Lin Hongwei saw this, he immediately tried to please her: "As long as Brother Qiang likes her, I will dedicate her to you."

"You're not sick, are you?"

Lin Hongwei promised again and again.

"No, it's very clean."

The more Liu Qiang looked at Lin Ting's photos, the more he liked them.

"After cleaning her and sending her to my bed, the 30 yuan will be used to buy your daughter. If I find that the goods are not right, watch out for your other leg!"

He said with fierce eyes, raised his foot on his wasted leg, and stepped hard on it a few times.

Lin Hongwei gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He remained silent and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Let your daughter take good care of her. If I feel happy, I can introduce her to Brother Dao. Then you can borrow as much money as you want from me."

Lin Hongwei knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Liu Qiang.

"Thank you, Brother Qiang. I will definitely let her serve you well and serve you comfortably."

After Liu Qiang and his party left, Lin Hongwei slumped on the ground, his palms full of cold sweat, his legs weak, and it took him a long time to stand up from the ground.

Back to the store.

Seeing that Lin Hongwei was injured, Lin Lang asked nervously: "Dad, weren't you resting in your room? When did you go out? How did you get this injury?"

"I went out to buy something and was accidentally scratched by an electric car."

"Hit by a car? Who hit you? Didn't you let him take you to the hospital?"

Lin Lang was very angry and wanted to go find the person who hit him to settle the score.

Lin Hongwei sighed and stopped: "I am a student, and I also have responsibilities. Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing, just a little skin injury."

"Then you go back to your room and lie down quickly. I'll go to the pharmacy to buy you some medicine."

"it is good."

Lin Hongwei looked at Lin Lang, who was running to the pharmacy across the road to buy medicine, and thought of Liu Qiang's threat. The trace of hesitation in his eyes was instantly buried by fear.

He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Lin Ting.

"Are you coming to the store today? Several customers said they want your hand-painted paintings."

Lin Ting looked at the message from Lin Hongwei, looked up at the time, and then replied to him.

"I'll go there after get off work."

After sending the text message to Lin Hongwei, she called Qi Nian.

"You don't have to come to the company to pick me up after get off work. I went to the store and a customer asked me to hand-paint it myself. I'll finish the painting in the store in the evening and then go back. Please help me tell my mother and I won't go back for dinner."

"Well, tell me in advance when you are about to finish painting, and I will drive to pick you up."

"it is good."

In the shop, Lin Ting wore an apron and was at the workbench, concentrating on coloring ceramics.

Lin Hongwei frowned, remained silent, and kept rubbing his hands. He was restless and looked out frequently. Not far away, Liu Qiang's people were guarding the intersection, signaling him not to keep Brother Qiang waiting.

Lin Ting's ceramic hand-painting was in the final stage. He looked up at Lin Hongwei and asked puzzledly: "Dad, what's wrong with you? You look like you're very anxious?"

He looked back and said in a panic: "Are you almost done with the drawing?"

"Well, it'll be fine soon."

"This customer is in a hurry and the order is about to expire."

"Our store does not accept urgent orders. Dad, if a customer rushes you again next time, you can directly explain the situation to her. I will be ready soon. You can help me bring the box over and I will wrap it for her."

When Lin Hongwei heard this, he immediately got up and helped Lin Ting pack the bags. He was rarely so active, which made Lin Ting a little confused, but she didn't think much about it, probably because the guests were really pressing.

"Is this guest coming to pick it up later?"

"No, the guest's notes need to be sent."

"Did you call for errands?"

Lin Hongwei shook his head and spoke very sincerely: "I can't make much from one order, so why do I have to share it with the errands? I think the address is not far from here. I can just ride an electric bike to deliver it."

Lin Hongwei said as he picked up the packaged ceramics and was going to deliver them. Lin heard that he had difficulty with his legs and feet, and he was scratched by an electric car just today, and his arms were all injured.

She was both distressed and worried.

"Dad, I'll send it off."

She stepped forward, took the ceramics from Lin Hongwei's hand, and walked out the door.

"Send the address to my phone."

Lin Hongwei pretended to be worried about keeping it: "Can you do it? Otherwise, I'd better send it off."

"It's okay, remember to send me your address."

Lin Ting waved his hand, and soon Lin Hongwei sent the address.

"Hongjiang Hotel 2201."

"Sent to the hotel?"

Lin Ting looked at the address and was a little confused. Her ceramics were all daily necessities. Basically, girls who lived in apartments had more orders, and few had to be delivered to the hotel.

But she didn't think much about it and went to Hongjiang Hotel alone.