The Almighty God of War of the Female President

Bright colors appeared on the faces of Zhu Fangfei and Ye Xiang's mother.

Ye Xiang didn't bring his mother here to see his son being humiliated.

Ye Xiang kept on doing nothing, knowing that the counterattack would be effective, so he continued:
"Wen Pinyuan, you are my cousin, and I have to tell you the truth. The birthday gift you gave your father, two soft Chinese, is real, but it has moldy and cannot be smoked anymore. It has been left for too long. .”

Wen Pinyuan's face turned red all of a sudden, but he still insisted on arguing:

"You nonsense, I just bought it from the store yesterday, how could it be moldy?"

"If you don't believe me, just open it and have a look, and you'll know?"

Ye Xiang said calmly.

Wen Pinyuan hesitated to open them. He found these two cigarettes from a drawer at home the day before yesterday.

"Wow—"

His uncle didn't believe it, so he helped him take out two red Zhonghua from the plastic bag, tore them open, and saw that they were really moldy.

There were mildew stains on the cigarettes, and a musty smell.

"It's really moldy, Ye Xiang, how do you know?"

Wen Xinghua looked at Ye Xiang in surprise.

Wen Pinyuan was very embarrassed, stared at Ye Xiang and said:
"Strange, before I took out the cigarette, you knew it was moldy. Could it be that you can see through?"

Ye Xiang said:
"No, how can I see through? I smell the musty smell of cigarettes."

He took out the two soft Chinas he brought and said:

"The two cigarettes I brought have no musty smell, only fragrance."

He tore it open with a bang, took out the cigarettes, and handed out a pack to each of the big men on the table in a smart way, saying while handing out:

"This cigarette is for Uncle. In order to let you witness the authenticity of the cigarette, I will borrow Uncle's flowers and present it to all Buddhas."

After handing out the cigarettes, he introduced again:
"Run Zhonghua can be divided into 1, 2 and 3 characters. People think that Ruan Zhonghua with the prefix 3 is the most high-end. In fact, this is a wrong understanding."

"The number 123 on the cigarette is just the serial number of the cigarette production workshop, not a sign of high or low grade. In addition, you can use the flashlight function in your mobile phone to illuminate the authenticity of the cigarette."

He demonstrated it to everyone.

"How does he know everything?"

A boy at another table said:

"Is he a fairy?"

"He still has time."

A rich and young man in his 20s said softly.

Ever since he came in, he kept his head down, not daring to lift it up.

He was the rich and young man who commanded seven or eight gangsters to hold Wen Xuexi hostage yesterday and was beaten away by Ye Xiang.

His name is Luo Xiaojun, and he is Luo Yulin's eldest nephew.

As soon as he came in, he saw Wen Xuexi and Ye Xiang, and was too scared to raise his head.

Ye Xiang found him, picked up the wine glass, walked to the table in the name of a toast, looked at Luo Xiaojun and said:

"Ah? Why are you here?"

Luo Xiaojun buried his head under the table, not daring to lift it up.

"He's my nephew, what's the matter?"

"He was in the shopping mall yesterday, commanding seven or eight gangsters to hold Wen Xuexi hostage."

Ye Xiang simply told what happened.

"He turned out to be my aunt's nephew."

When Wen Xuexi saw Luo Fushao, his expression changed with anger.

"Luo Xiaojun, wait for your parents to come back. I will tell them."

Luo Yulin embarrassedly said to her nephew:

"If this continues, you will have an accident sooner or later."

The relatives of the Wen family looked at Ye Xiang differently.

Ye Xiang's head finally lifted, which was exactly the opposite of the situation at the beginning of the banquet.

Even his mother and mother-in-law puffed out their chests with pride on their faces.

"The Wen family's two sons-in-law are really interesting."

Someone at the table over there whispered:
"One is bright on the outside, but it's full of rot inside. The other is covered in dirt, but inside it's a piece of black gold."

Wen Xingzhong's birthday party ended in a gloomy atmosphere.

Ye Xiang happily shook hands with Wen Xingzhong's family as if nothing happened.

But as soon as he walked out of the private room, Luo Yulin pulled Wei Jiankang over, wiped his face and said to Ye Xiang:
"Ye Xiang, I think you know everything, and you are very capable. Can you help my son-in-law and save him from this disaster?"

Ye Xiang glanced at his mother and mother-in-law, and said neither humble nor overbearing:

"Auntie, what I just said is helping him. If he does what I say, he will avoid many years of lawsuits. If he chooses to escape and hide, he will still be arrested in the end, and he will have to suffer many years of lawsuits. Not worth it."

Wei Jiankang's head drooped, he was a completely different person from just now.

Her wife Wen Liya was so anxious that her eyes were red and she was about to cry:

"He's been hiding it from me. He never told me that his company is doing routine loans. If I knew, I wouldn't let him do it long ago. If he really went in, what would we mother do?"

Ye Xiang destroyed the routine loan company and was familiar with its situation, so he asked:

"Wei Jiankang, have you engaged in routine loans, have you engaged in violent debt collection? This is very important. For example, arresting people, beating people, illegally detaining people, making trouble at home, and sitting in other people's homes without leaving."

"Scribble on the door of the debtor's house, write big characters of debtor's debt, use a loudspeaker to shout insulting words, post pornographic photos of the debtor on the Internet, which are synthesized by computer, and even kidnap a beautiful female creditor and ask her to repay the debt with her own body etc."

Wei Jiankang's head drooped lower and lower.

"Which department are you in charge of?"

Ye Xiang asked:
"Pre-planning department, review loan department, or post-loan collection department?"

Zhao Qianya looked at Ye Xiang and said:
"How do you know such details? Have you done it too?"

A ray of sunlight finally came out from the iceberg.

Wei Jiankang muttered:
"I'm in charge of the preliminary planning department."

"That's better."

Ye Xiang analyzed and said:
"But it also depends on what methods you use to trap borrowers into your trap. How much will the interest be? Is the so-called liquidated damages calculated on a daily basis? 30.00%."

"Yes, by the day."

"If someone borrows 1 yuan and doesn't come out, you will ask him to pay 3000 yuan in liquidated damages a day. In one year, you will have to pay back 100 million yuan."

"Plus the rolling interest, how much will you have to pay back? The borrower will never pay it back. It's terrible."

Ye Xiang said angrily:

"No wonder I saw on TV that there was a routine loan gang that doubled the borrowers by more than 1000 times. Why are people so black-hearted now? They are worse than the bully landlords in the past."

Wei Jiankang trembled in embarrassment.

Ye Xiang said with deep hatred:

"Now it depends on your company, how much liquidated damages have been collected illegally in total, in fact, this is stealing money, do you know?"

The poor Ye Xiang who was criticized just now has transformed into a critic of the evil forces.

"You bastard, you did such an outrageous thing without telling me, I want to divorce you."

Wen Liya yelled angrily, and rushed to beat her husband.

Zhao Qianya stepped forward and pulled her away, persuading her:

"Wen Liya, please speak up if you have something to say, don't do this."