Binding CP: Mr. Gu's favorite

Mother Ma worriedly suggested, "Should I tell my son, or call the police!"

Ma Cai's voice trembled, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence: "Crazy? No. You can't call the police. I will go to jail."

Looking at Mother Ma with a pleading face, they kept close to each other, which gave each other a sense of security.

"Then call your son." Mother Ma pushed Ma Cai away and dialed a series of numbers regardless of the obstruction, her voice full of powerlessness.

His eyebrows were frowned early, and while he was on the phone, he slapped his thigh: "Son, you will be brought back first, and the family has come to ask for the bill. Tell me, cut off your father's finger."

Listening to his mother's voice, Mahili realized the seriousness of the matter, and he didn't say anything when he was asking, and he couldn't hear clearly when he said it.

Ma Xili, who was in the meeting with the headhunter, shied away for a while.

The headhunter seemed to be aware of the danger of the matter, and the key to catching Ma Xili, and would not follow behind, although Ma Xili refused many times.

But when I was in a hurry, I would check the situation clearly, so I didn't care so much, and just followed.

He trotted upstairs, saw the door was open, and realized the danger in his heart.

Ma Xili felt suffocated by the sight, the window was smashed to pieces, and his mother was restrained by two strong men. It was obvious that his mother's eyes were red.

The father was pinned tightly on the coffee table by a strong man, his hands were pressed together, and a strong man held a knife in his hand.

The tone of the speech was extremely fierce: "When will the money be paid back?" The beating in his hand kept scraping and hanging on Ma Cai's hand.

Ma Cai's endurance reached the limit, his teeth were chattering, and he squeezed out two words from his mouth with all his strength: "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" the brawny man asked in disbelief, holding the knife high in his hand, and said as he descended: "Then don't let me come for nothing today, just one finger, and you will let me come a few more times in the future. If I have a few, if you don’t have any, chop hers up.”

Pointing in the direction of the mare, she smiled lewdly.

When the knife was approaching, it was stopped by two voices.

Mahili and the headhunter yelled, "Stop!"

Walking to the strong man's side, he promised, "I'll pay you back the money I owe you."

Ma Ma's crying became more and more serious, and she desperately broke free from the shackles of the strong man, shouting: "Son, son."

The burly man glanced up and down, seeing that his clothes were upright, he looked like a civilized person, and this gambling-addicted Ma Cai did not resemble a father-son relationship at all.

He said simply and rudely: "One million within a month, otherwise I will decide on this finger."

Ma Xili's eyes widened, and he took a few steps back. He couldn't believe that his father owed so much debt, and his heart trembled.

The strong man said with contempt: "Looking at the smooth and slippery clothes you wear, I didn't expect that you are not that material either. Get out of here and don't take my time."

In Mahili's mind, 100 million is a huge sum of money. Now in the hands of his parents, whether he has a penny or not is up to him.

I still know the financial situation in my hand. Recently, I have to give money to Ma Cai every month, and I don’t even have a quarter in my hand. If I borrow it from a friend, it can barely cover a third.

Mahili negotiated the price: "Give me five months."

The brawny man just spit at Ma Xili, and the brawny men in the room roared with laughter and asked, "Boy! Do you think I'm a vegetable market?"

The brawny man at the head of Ma Cai joked: "Boy! If you don't have a finger, you can save 80 yuan. In this way, the four of you can save [-] yuan!"

"It's as simple as not to raise the knife and drop it." The strong man raised the knife again, obviously showing a rapid downward trend.

Again Mahili and the headhunter shouted together: "Stop."

The headhunter said one more sentence than Mahili: "I will pay off your debts."

Before the headhunter finished speaking, Ma Xili glanced at the headhunter from the corner of his eye, turned around slowly, and couldn't believe that this man with no relatives and no family in front of him would say such a thing.

Anyway, when the strong man heard the sound, the knife in his hand stopped.

But Ma Cai was terribly frightened, his eyes were tightly closed, and he shouted desperately, trying to break free, but was helplessly held down by a strong man, with no ability to survive.

Calling to stop again, Ma Cai opened his eyes and saw it in an instant. He didn't think about the finger, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The strong man twitched the corner of his mouth, and rubbed the back of the knife against his hand with the back of the knife in his hand, then pointed the knife at the headhunter, and swept it up and down.

I hadn't noticed just now that there was a man standing at the door, but it was not wrong at all, it was so spectacular to chop off his fingers.

He cast a fierce glance at the headhunter, the corners of his mouth curled downward, and his voice was still cold: "Heh! Are you sure this is 100 million? You regret it now, and you are in a hurry, or you will be with me."

With a finger on his neck, he couldn't help but smirk.

The strong men in the room were amused by the man who came out of nowhere and said wild words.

Ma Xili looked a little demented and a little surprised, but he wanted to help and repay the 100 million.

I lost my way for a while, and I was very confused, but I knew that there is no free lunch in the world.

The headhunter looked at the aggressive temperament of the strong man, and was unwilling to be inferior to others. He imitated the temperament of the strong man, with his legs and feet shoulder-width apart, but the thickness of his arms was incomparable.

Ignore the incomparable places directly, teach yourself how to look at people with this nostril, raise your head up, your chin presents a perfect arc, and your nostrils face the strong man.

The strong man didn't take it seriously, shaking his head from time to time.

The headhunter felt that the posture did not suit him, and his neck was a little sore. He returned to the original posture, and in order not to lose his temperament, he increased his voice: "But there is one condition."

The burly man sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and said without even raising his eyelids, "Fart, let go."

The headhunter didn't bother with the strong man, he pointed at Ma Xili and said, "If I discuss something with him, you are not allowed to touch them before that."

There was doubt in Ma Xili's eyes, but no matter what, this man was the only one who could save his father, and he couldn't bear to see his father suffer like that.

The burly man puffed on his cigarette, and flicked off most of the ash with a flick of his finger, warning, "It's best not to play any tricks with me."

Mahili didn't intend to move his footsteps, and remained frozen in place.

The headhunter had no choice but to walk to Ma Xili's side, patted Ma Xili's shoulder lightly with his hand, and spoke in a very low voice, giving Ma Xili a sense of comfort: "Come with me."

The headhunter dragged Mahili, moved his feet, and walked towards a place where the living room could not be seen.

"Oh?" The brawny man stood up from the sofa, his brows furrowed and he asked, "Why are you going?"

The headhunter turned around and said, "Let's go talk, why are you busy?"

The strong man took another puff of the cigarette, exhaled a puff of gray gas, raised the cigarette in his hand, and grinned upwards: "Come out before this cigarette goes out! Otherwise, your hand will fall with a knife."

The headhunter looks at the cigarette in his hand from the perspective of a strong man, and he smokes at the speed of a strong man. Isn't this just a matter of one puff?It ended without even opening my mouth.

The blood on Ma Xili's face was dim and irrelevant, and he looked at the strong man helplessly.

The headhunter challenged, "Are you joking?"

The brawny man patted his stomach and laughed, and took out another cigarette from the box. The younger brother next to him, who had a good eye, helped him to light the cigarette. The brawny man held up a cigarette that had just been lit, and asked, "Is it okay this time? "

The headhunter said: "Put it there, don't take a sip, or you won't get any money today."

The strong man believed the headhunter's words, and the purpose of this trip was to ask for money from Ma Cai's expansion belt. He chopped off his fingers just to scare Ma Cai. If he really didn't give money, he would use a finger to relieve his hatred.

Now that it has been done, it might be a good thing if someone with a wrong brain is willing to give money.

After thinking for a while, he shrugged his shoulders with a gesture of invitation, and made a request with confidence. He pointed to the dining room, and there was a piece of transparent glass between the living room.

"Where do we have to go, keep out of my sight."

Ma Xili looked at his mother reluctantly. As a man, he was so helpless about this matter, as if he was asking what his mother meant.

Only Ma Ma's eyes were fixed on Ma Cai, with a look of deep love and deep pain.

Even though I complained for a while just now, when I encountered danger, what I was thinking in my heart was exposed.

The headhunter and Ma Xili walked towards the restaurant, and Ma Xili took a step back and looked back at his mother. In the end, his mother only looked at Ma Xili and nodded, indicating that Ma Xili could go.

After entering the restaurant, Mahili looked out through the glass. This is a place where he has lived for a long time. He grew up under the love of his father and mother.

Now, looking at Qingsheng's father, his mother being held up by others, it seems that his heart has stopped beating.

The headhunter closed the door of the restaurant, sat on a chair casually, and looked at Ma Xili's legs, which were obviously a little soft, showing that his mental quality was not strong, but no one could calm down when encountering such a thing.

He let out a long sigh.

"Manager Ma, come and sit down."

Ma Xili didn't focus on the headhunter, or else, listening to the headhunter's expectations, it seemed like the home of the headhunter.

After sitting firmly, the voice was obviously a little sad: "Long story short."

Now if it was a second late, blood would be seen, and the headhunter didn't want to see such a thing happen, so he directly stated the purpose of this time.

"As long as you come to work in Gu's Group and bring something valuable, I can help you pay back the 100 million."

Although time is running out, and I haven't come yet to say hello to Lin Peijiu, but 100 million is nothing to Lin Peijiu, not to mention that the manager Ma in front of me is someone who needs to be painstakingly recruited.

So there is no report.

In Lin Peijiu's eyes, 100 million is just blocking He Yi's way, but in Ma Xili's eyes, it is especially at this critical moment.

It is the only one that can redeem the father, and it can also save the father from the pain of losing his finger.

But as far as professional ethics is concerned, the spirit and personality have been insulted, and it is sad to think about it.

The headhunter thought that at such a critical moment, Ma Xili would agree instantly without even thinking about it, but now, Ma Xili hesitated and began to think.