Crazy sweet! Mr. Gu spoils his wife and spends hundreds of billions

Du Xiang opened Weibo. On the hot search list, he was ranked first, and Shi Qingchen was ranked sixth.

After hesitating for a long time, he opened the sixth hot search.

If he doesn't click on his own hot searches, he won't dare to read them.

He thought that there would be fewer comments scolding Shi Qingchen in the hot searches.

Not also!

When he opened a hot search, Du Xiang suddenly discovered that there were quite a few people scolding him.

Netizens called him an old man and an old litigator, and they called him ugly.

Du Xiang really wanted to turn into a keyboard warrior and scold the netizens who made comments one by one until they become autistic.

I want to scold, but I dare not.

Netizens who scold him are all his target customers.

To be precise, they are all his parents.

He had no time to kneel down and lick them, so how could he dare to scold them.

Du Xiang looked at the banknotes on the table and then thought about the current situation. He selected a comment with the most replies and typed a line in the text box: #freshly released comic chronicling Shi Qingchen’s beastly behavior, the content is exciting, send the full version to me privately#

Then, he randomly selected one from the entire comic and clicked the "Publish" button.

Within two or three minutes of posting, a bunch of people chatted with him privately and asked him: #Where can I read the full comic? #

Du Xiang: #Three hundred yuan per book, pay with one hand and deliver with the other. #

Opponent: #Three hundred yuan? Do you think my money came from the strong wind? Why don't you go and grab it? #

Not only this netizen thought it was expensive, but other netizens also felt that the price of three hundred copies was too expensive.

Back and forth, hundreds of people asked about the price, but no one bought it.

Du Xiang had no choice but to lower the price.

The price dropped from three hundred yuan to fifty yuan, and finally someone was willing to buy it.

When a large amount of money arrived, Du Xiang's worries turned into joy.

After only a few minutes of joy, he refreshed the comment area and found that the netizens who bought the comics from him resold them at a low price.

He sold it for fifty, others sold it for twenty, and some even sold it for fifteen, with the lowest selling price being only eight yuan.

Netizens all choose to buy the comics with the cheapest price. Those with higher prices also lower the price to eight yuan a book in order to sell their own comics.

Eight yuan seemed to be the lowest price everyone had agreed upon. After it dropped to eight yuan, no one lowered the price anymore.

Du Xiang had no choice, he followed everyone and lowered the price.

There were too many people selling comics, and the competition was too great. Du Xiang didn't know professional salesmanship. He sat in front of the computer for a long time, but only a few comics were sold, and the money received was pitiful.

I only made a small amount of money, and it was transferred away by Lin Qian.

The transfer information was sent to his mobile phone. Du Xiang took a quick look and saw the following: #Your account with the last number 5320 has a transfer expenditure of 1845 yuan and a balance of 23.3 yuan. #

I just left 23 yuan for myself! Du Xiang was furious. He dialed Lin Qian's phone and roared angrily: "We agreed that you won't take any of the money from selling the comics, and then you just transfer the income back. You don't keep your word. You are so despicable."

Lin Qian said plausibly: "Have you forgotten? You still owe money! I didn't keep the money for myself, I transferred it all to your creditor's bank card. Look how kind I am, I left you some money. . The consumption in country L is not very high, and that little money is enough for you and your grandson’s daily expenses."

Du Xiang secretly cursed that consumption in country L is not high, comparable to third- and fourth-tier cities in China.

Although the consumption is not high, 23 yuan is too little. You can buy some cheap biscuits, bread, ham and sausage, and you can barely eat enough.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Du Xiang was about to curse a few words without hesitation, but Lin Qian reminded him: "If you have time to complain about everything, it's better to sell comics. Only by selling them can you have money for food. If you don't sell them, you won't even have a stomach tomorrow." Can’t fill it up.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately hung up the phone.

Du Xiang held the silent cell phone, feeling angry and regretful.

To this day, he finally regrets it.

I regret it! That year, he refused to accept the lawsuit that framed Lin Qian. Today, he is not this useless person.

……

In the glass flower room, Lin Qian hugged a pillow with ruffles on the edge, closed her eyes, and lay on the lounge chair to take a nap.

Gu Yanci came in and saw that she was sleeping soundly and would not wake up for a while. He didn't disturb her, just sat next to her and waited quietly.

After sleeping until three in the afternoon, Lin Qian opened her eyes.

She yawned, and suddenly she heard Gu Yanci ask in her ear: "There is good news, do you want to hear it?"

Lin Qian hugged the pillow tightly and asked lazily, "What's the good news?"

Gu Yanci sat on the armrest of the lounge chair, his brows and eyes filled with excitement, "Li Xing is dead!"

Lin Qian was stunned for a moment, thinking she heard wrongly, "Failed, does he mean falling into the law? How?"

Gu Yanci simply explained: "You know, Shi Qingchen attended the scumbag training class. His methods and talents in flirting with girls were all learned in the scumbag training class. He broke up his house and trained him to become a high-quality scumbag. The training class also came to the forefront, and the incident was so big that the police investigated the training class and found out that the boss behind the training class was actually Li Xing."

Lin Qian suddenly realized, "No wonder Xin Nuo listened to him. In other words, this time, he must have been completely screwed."

She knew that whether it was a scumbag training class or a mistress training class, the students trained in that place played with feelings. Their focus was to use feelings to defraud money.

I only kept 20% of the money I got from the scam, and handed over the remaining 80%.

Therefore, that kind of training class is equivalent to a fraud group.

Lin Qian thought further, and found that training classes were popping up all over the country, with tens of thousands of members, and the amount of fraud totaled, at least tens of billions.

With such a large amount of money involved, the sentence will definitely be upwards of ten years, or possibly life.

Dark clouds drifted into her eyes, and Lin Qian frowned slightly: "The minimum life sentence is thirteen years, and the maximum is twenty-two years. No matter how long it is, there will always be a day when he is released after serving his sentence. With his character, no matter how much he is imprisoned and educated, He has never changed his ways. After he comes out, he will still make trouble."

Gu Yanci looked joking, "Do you think the only crime he committed was fraud? He has violated almost half of the criminal law. In addition to fraud, there are also smuggling, bribery, tax evasion, production and sales of counterfeit and shoddy products, and commercial infringement. Confidentiality, forced transactions, illegal loans, abduction and trafficking of women and children, multiple murders, forced selling..."

He named dozens of crimes in one breath, and Lin Qian took a deep breath, "Good guy, the real-life version of Fu Shenxing."

Having committed so many serious crimes, the sentence will definitely be the death penalty.

Knowing that a conviction depends on nothing but evidence, Lin Qian asked, "Do you have any evidence in your hand that he committed a crime?"

Gu Yanci touched her face and said, "I have one part in my hand, and the other part is in your father's hand. Your father is really good. He can accurately check the evidence of crime. He can be called the real-life Sherlock Holmes."

The call came suddenly. Gu Yanci answered the call and heard a crying female voice: "Gu Yanci, do you still remember me?"

The strange woman called him while crying, and Gu Yanci's scalp went numb.

Worried that Lin Qian would misunderstand him, he turned on the speakerphone and threw the phone on the table, "Who are you?"

"I am," the female voice was filled with sadness and broke down in tears. "I am your Vivian! You also think that Han Xiaoyun is not like the Vivian in your memory. That's right. She is not the same. She read my diary. , pretending to be me to deceive you.”