Live broadcast of debt collection, one person is paying attention and the entire network is scared t

In Room 501, the man dragged Zou Qiao in and locked the door.

The police haven't arrived yet.

People outside were furious.

The manager slammed the door and said, "Let Zou Qiao go. I'll agree to whatever conditions you want, and I'll give you money. One million is enough, two million!"

The director stood behind the agent with a gloomy expression on his face.

""Spring Flowers Bloom" was not written by Zou Qiao?"

The director's cold questioning came from behind, and the agent turned around in shock.

She knew that this matter would have to be revealed sooner or later, but she wouldn't let it happen so quickly.

"Director, it's urgent to save people now. Can you wait until Qiao Qiao comes out safely to ask her?"

"This man obviously had his child die and was mentally disturbed by the stimulation. Nowadays, there are a lot of parents who blame the school, society and others when something happens to their children. They just don't reflect on themselves anyway."

"Qiao Qiao is really unjust. Please save people quickly. If someone dies, our crew will also be in trouble."

The director is not threatened by her.

But he couldn't just turn around and leave, calling the bodyguard, "Hurry up and open the door!"

Several bodyguards came forward, but the security door in front of them was a combination lock security door. Even the plastic film on the door had not been torn off. It was obvious that the door had just been replaced.

They didn't even know how to pick the lock.

The director temporarily changed the press conference to Xuancheng because he discovered the realistic prototype of "Spring Flowers Bloom".

But how did you discover it?

Of course it was because someone sent him a private message on a certain blog and sent him photos here.

Those photos are exactly the same as the environment described in "Spring Flowers Bloom".

The director was moved at that time and immediately decided to hold the press conference here. It was a benefit for the fans before the filming started and it was a surprise for Zou Qiao.

did not expect--

That photo was sent by this man!

"Help, please let me go, please, please, let me go~"

Zou Qiao's shrill voice came intermittently from the door, and the people outside were anxious.

The director was furious, "Didn't I call the police? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

The assistant next to him: "It's only been two minutes, and the police can't fly with a sword!"

director:……

"Do you need my help?"

Suddenly a voice came from under the stairs.

The director turned around and asked, "Who said that?"

In the chaotic crowd, someone answered: "The illegitimate fan who just asked Zou Qiao for money."

Then, Jiang Ningning's voice came again.

"Do you need my help? Those who have watched my live broadcast should know that I can knock down a TV wall with one punch. Those who haven't watched it can learn a lesson now. So, do you need me to break down the door? It's free."

The director immediately said: "Smash, come up quickly!"

Jiang Ningning immediately squeezed up from the third floor.

Standing at the door of 501, Jiang Ningning did not knock on the door immediately, but stretched out her hand and banged on the door, "Hello, [Miss Jiang from Funeral Service: Live Debt Collection] is here to collect debts, open the door!"

[Why would you do this for me on such an exciting occasion? 】

[This damn sense of ritual! 】

[Zou Qiao is almost dying in there, but you still have to show off the sense of ceremony. I like it! 】

The manager jumped anxiously and yelled at Jiang Ningning, "Hurry up and smash it!"

After Jiang Ningning announced her home address and said no more nonsense, she turned her wrist and punched the security door.

In full view of everyone, a hole was smashed into the security door~

Jiang Ningning reached in through the hole and opened the door from the inside.

Everyone:...fuck!

Friends in the live broadcast room:...fuck!

Jiang Ningning opened the security door and went in directly.

inside the house.

Through Jiang Ningning’s live broadcast room, everyone can see clearly.

It was an empty house with no furniture. The floor was covered with dust, but the walls looked like they had been newly painted, so white that there wasn't even a stain.

Zou Qiao was tied up with a rope by a man, and he knelt on the ground with disheveled hair.

On the wall opposite her, there was a photo of a little girl in school uniform with crooked eyebrows.

Suddenly someone broke in. The man got excited, grabbed the watermelon knife next to him, and pointed it at Zou Qiao.

Jiang Ningning took the lead and said before he spoke: "Brother, I'm here to collect the debt. It's not much, 18888. I'll take the money and leave. You can continue with the rest. I don't care."

The man recognized Jiang Ningning at a glance.

He saw it yesterday at the entrance of the funeral shop.

He heard a little girl tell others in the park in the middle of the street that the things from this funeral shop were burned, and her grandmother actually received them and gave them to her family in dreams.

He misses his daughter.

I can't think of that silly girl.

Yesterday he wanted to go to the funeral shop to buy some ingots or something to burn that silly girl, just in case he could see her, even in a dream.

But a thunder in the sky woke him up.

Is he worthy?

It's been a year since the child died, and my wife also committed suicide because she couldn't bear the child's suicide.

The murderer lives a bright and carefree life every day. If he doesn't avenge his children, how can he have the nerve to see her and them.

He knew that the murderer was Zou Qiao.

But he has no evidence.

Over the past year, he had followed all of Zou Qiao's itineraries, thinking that even if he couldn't catch the evidence he wanted, he could catch Zou Qiao with something else.

But his strength is too meager.

Over the past year, except that he knew that the person who spoke up for his daughter was her teacher, and that the teacher was forced to publicly apologize online because the teacher's own child was beaten by gangsters and threatened to be exposed by Zou Qiao's fan network, he knew nothing else. Not found.

He was on the road for a year.

Exhausted.

But just yesterday after he ran away from the funeral shop, he accidentally heard Zou Qiao's fans excitedly discussing that Zou Qiao was going to film "Spring Flowers Bloom" and would have a press conference tomorrow.

"Spring Flowers Bloom" is his work!

It was that silly girl who was controlled by Zou Qiao PUA, stole his manuscripts from home, and destroyed his electronic manuscripts...

At that time, he held on to his last glimmer of hope and sent those photos to the director in private messages.

It really made him wait.

The man clutched the watermelon knife tightly and looked at Jiang Ningning without saying a word, indicating his acquiescence.

Manager Zou Qiao immediately urged Jiang Ningning in a low voice, "Go and grab his knife."

Jiang Ningning looked at the agent like an idiot, "Why? I'm just a debt collector."

After saying that, Jiang Ningning walked towards Zou Qiao, "18888, one year ago today, you spent money in my store. This is the bill at that time. Pay back the money."

Zou Qiao was going crazy.

Why didn’t Master Ma’s Huang Xian take care of this Jiang Ningning!

Why didn’t Master Ma reply to her message?

Also, is Jiang Ningning sick? Didn't you see that she was tied up?

If we don’t solve this psychosis quickly, why are we still collecting debts now?

But now she had no room to argue. She could only kneel on the ground and said to Jiang Ningning, "Let my agent transfer the money to you."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside.

Then, the police came in.

Zou Qiao immediately called for help.

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Introduction: Grandma takes her granddaughter through ancient times. How the old and the young survive becomes the primary problem.

Fortunately, I have a modern live broadcast room.

At the beginning, the grandfather and grandson had to live broadcast, not having enough to eat or wearing warm clothes, sweating droplets falling to the ground, and tightening their belts to curse and fight in the street, just to have one more mouthful of food.

Later, it became so great that the grandfather and grandson also broadcast live broadcasts of floods, wars, and bandits in ancient times, and built their own beautiful homes with their own hands, building high walls and hoarding grain.

They put it into practice with practical actions and endured hardships and more hardships.

One-sentence summary: In ancient times, natural disasters made me hungry, so I live-streamed to earn supplies.