After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

In ancient times, people used words to fight against the Confucian scholars, but now there are people who fight against the elders with the wind.

Feng Yin said a few words casually, which made the old lady who spoke at the beginning so angry that she slapped Feng Yin.

"I'll beat you to death today, you stinky aunt!"

Feng Yin held up his cell phone and said to the old lady: "Come here, hit the brain and the floor. Seeing how arrogant you are, your family must be rich. It just so happens that I don't have any money."

"You must not act lightly, or I will make you pay for your retirement."

Feng Yin took the initiative to push his head upwards, but the arrogant old lady was held back by the two people behind and prevented from hitting her.

Just when the scene was at a stalemate, a well-dressed man squeezed in from outside the crowd.

"Mom - what are you doing?"

"Son - this girl is bullying me. Her big dog scares me to death. It's going to bite."

The latest version of the evildoer complains first has appeared.

Feng Yin was calm and pointed diagonally upward.

"There are cameras. Besides, my Ala never wants rotten meat. It stinks like hell."

The man glanced at the top, there was indeed a camera, and then looked at the time.

"Mom, please stop making trouble. I will solve it for you when you come back tonight. There are cameras, so no one can escape."

"I'm in a hurry to get to work, so hurry up and buy groceries."

The man glanced at Feng Yin, nodded, and left in a hurry.

The few elderly people around also dispersed. The old lady had no one to support her, so she was not so courageous.

"You were waiting!"

"Stay tuned, don't be too late."

Feng Yin led Ala and walked past the old lady.

"Ara, remember this smell and stay away from it in the future. As a polite dog, never get angry with scum."

"Remember?"

"Wang!"

"How smart." One person and one dog left, Feng Yin turned a corner and went to the property.

The property manager was definitely impressed by Feng Yin, after all, Zhang Boer was their driver.

Besides, there are only three buildings in the entire community with private butlers, and there are only a dozen households in total, so it’s no big deal if you’re not impressed.

Feng Yin, who successfully asked for surveillance, left the property and took Ala home.

As soon as I entered the building, the property housekeeper greeted me with a smile and handed me a letter with both hands.

"Feng Yin, it was just delivered this morning."

"Another letter?"

Feng Yin took the envelope, but there was still no postmark. There was a stamp affixed to the envelope, and he wrote "Feng Yin accept it."

"Thank you."

Feng Yin took the envelope upstairs and opened it in the elevator. It was still light blue letter paper with slightly familiar handwriting.

'It is said that writing a letter is a romantic love story. The moment I wrote it, I realized one thing, Feng Yin, I really don't know what to write, so when you see this letter, please give me a reply. Telephone.If I don't answer the phone, please dial 131********* for a while. "

Feng Yin, who was holding the envelope, was literally laughing to the point of tears.

She took out her phone and pressed the number on the envelope. When she entered the last number, she felt a damn familiar feeling.

"This string of numbers..."

"I'll go! Isn't this the number of debts I owe!"

Feng Yin finally understood the familiarity of this string of numbers, pressed the dial button, and heard three beeps and was picked up.

"I guess you saw the letter."

"A letter full of romance."

"Ah? Did you receive the wrong one?"

Cheng Yanqiu's question made the two of them laugh at the same time.

Feng Yin looked at the letter in his hand and asked a question.

"Cheng Yanqiu, you are so rich, why don't you buy yourself an easy-to-remember phone number?"