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

Feng Yin really dug his ears, leaned forward, and asked again without giving up: "How much?"

"Your account doesn't have a penny, it's zero dollars."

The service is still with a smile, and the sound of the smile is a bit chilling.

Feng Yin's heart dropped, and he laughed like crazy in the live broadcast room.

【Hahahahahaha! Not a penny, zero yuan! 】

[Feng Yin, did you insist on bringing us here just for this scene? 】

[You really don’t give us a chance to be jealous. 】

【How miserable! Why don't you crowdfund it and I'll give you one point. 】

Netizens have invested one after another, and some people have already invested ten cents.

Feng Yin had no time to pay attention to the netizens who were watching the excitement for the time being. She took a deep breath, her emotions came quickly, and she adjusted quickly, and asked again without giving up: "Is it really a point?"

"Yes, you are a legal person of Feng Group. After liquidating the property, all of it needs to be used to repay debts. After the fixed property under your name is auctioned, it also needs to be used to repay debts..."

The work girl handed Feng Yin a document with a list of her property to return.

All the money in the original owner's account has been wiped away, the house where the original owner lives has been auctioned, the original owner's jewelry and furs have been auctioned, the original owner's car has been auctioned...

"No, do I have any left?"

Feng Yin really had doubts.

From now until now, she has been live streaming, working hard to pay off her debts, and has never paid attention to what is left by the original owner.

Based on the document in hand, it seemed like there was nothing left.

Almost everything in the original owner's name has been auctioned off to pay off debts.

"Do you actually owe so much money?"

Feng Yin turned to the last page. The total amount was nearly one billion yuan.

"Yes, 130 million is the remaining amount after deducting all your belongings. You have paid it all off eight days ago. This is a formal document. Please sign."

One document after another was in front of Feng Yin. She read it, signed it, read it again, and signed it again.

Feng Yin, whose wrist was a little numb after signing in, asked: "The Fengcheng family framed me, do they want to compensate me?" "Sorry, the case is under trial."

Feng Yin didn't ask any more questions and continued to sign.

[Suddenly I felt Feng Yin was a little miserable. 】

[The Fengcheng family will not die well. 】

[So, Feng Yin got nothing from this time. 】

[We can only wait until the trial of the Fengcheng family is over. They must have been greedy for a lot of Feng Yin's property. 】

Feng Yin finally wrote the last signature and was about to get up and leave.

"Please wait a moment, we have something to return."

"Huh? Didn't you say that I don't have any remaining property?"

Feng Yin asked jokingly: "Could it be that you left me a button or something?"

The staff member smiled and shook his head, pushing a file over.

"It's a manor."

"what?"

Feng Yin said something, picked up the document too honestly, and read it carefully.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were even more emotional. At first, they laughed at Feng Yin, saying that he had nothing and was here in vain.

It was not easy to feel sorry for Feng Yin later, but at the end, he had a manor!

It’s such a departure!

"Unexpectedly, I also have a manor——Are you sure you got the wrong documents?"

Feng Yin asked, pointing to a photo on the file.

The manor house in the photo didn't even have a cover, and it looked dilapidated and looked like a haunted house.

"Taken a month ago."

"This is the purchase contract for the manor. Because of this contract, the manor has never been auctioned."