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Chapter 122 High Heels Empire 4 (Please subscribe)

"And you, get out! Are you still waiting for me to compensate you?"

The male reporter gritted his teeth and glanced at Hua Xian:
"You wait for me!"

Then he carried the remaining tripod and left angrily.

Only then did the Shen family react.

Several elders looked at Hua Xian as if they were seeing a ghost.

Although Shen Wanqing was arrogant in the past, she was also arrogant.

Never before have so many journalists been dealt with like today.

Something happened at home and I have grown up.

With tears in her eyes, the old grandmother pulled Hua Xian into her arms, feeling so distressed that she burst into tears:

"You have wronged us, Ah Qing, wuwuwu - this is all your father's fault."

Zhen Xiuqin still came to the rescue.

The doctor determined that it was a comminuted skull fracture, accompanied by intracranial congestion, and required surgical treatment.

When everyone heard that the name was serious, they immediately became anxious.

The doctor reassured:
"Even if the name sounds scary, it can be recovered. After recovery, there will be no major sequelae. Don't worry."

After that, the family started busy paying bills, going through hospitalization procedures, etc.

Nowadays, no one cares about fancy things.

Dad is still in the detention center, waiting for sentencing.

Mom is in the hospital, unconscious.

Hua Xian looked at the mess and rubbed his temples with a headache.

I don’t know what the victims’ families think.

At this time, shouldn't they quickly find a lawyer and ask their family for a sky-high compensation?

Why are you so impulsive to come here for revenge?
Maybe it was because her back hurt when she stood talking, and the person who died was not the one she cared about.

Huanxian contacted her father's lawyer and explained the current progress of the matter.

The lawyer was surprised that it was a child at home who came forward at this time.

But didn't say much.

Hua Xian asked him: "How many years will he be sentenced? How much will the compensation be?"

Three lives should be an astronomical number.

The lawyer thought for a while and said:

"In this case, Mr. Shen is fully responsible for the accident, which usually takes between three to seven years."

"As for the compensation, it depends on how the two parties coordinate. If you are barefoot, you are not afraid of wearing shoes..."

Fancy understood immediately.

The amount of compensation depends on how much money the perpetrator has.

She asked again:
"How much money can I get for my dad's factory?"

The lawyer said it was probably more than 200 million.

When I heard it, I found it particularly ironic.

She used a fake night to defraud 200 million.

Her father mortgaged 200 million with a lifetime of hard work.

Sure enough, the real rich people spend their money on food and water.

When ordinary people spend money, they are scraping meat from their bones.

fancy said:
"You go and negotiate with the Wang family's lawyer. Both parties are now responsible. The two accidents are one and the same."

"For my dad's case, they can ask for any amount of compensation, as long as it doesn't go too far."

"I don't force them to write a letter of reconciliation. My dad is reaping the consequences. Let him spend a few years in jail to sober up."

Fancy doesn't want to treat the Wang family harshly in terms of compensation.

The family of three that the original owner's father killed also had a child in elementary school, and the couple were also in their prime. There was an elder and a younger one.

It would be too inhumane to pick on their compensation.

And this is also good for her, it can significantly increase the overall happiness index, which is to earn extra points.

It is impossible to have many basic points in this book, so you can only start with extra points.

Listening to her tone as if she were an adult business owner, the lawyer felt both inconsistent and a little convinced.

This little girl is not simple.

When the whole family was in chaos, they could still maintain their sanity and consult with him as a lawyer without crying or making a fuss.

The lawyer asked again, would the factory still be worth the money?

Hua Xian said: "No, it's not cost-effective to pay it to the bank."

She plans to use this factory to turn around.

Otherwise, the huge compensation later will crush her.

She doesn't count on those people at home anymore.

Over the years, all her relatives have been abandoned by her father, and there is no one who can do practical things.

Actually, Hua Xian knows there is another way to go.

This is what Ji Qinyu calls paddling.

It's very simple, just introduce the route, have more contact with the male protagonist, do the fake show for real, and all the troubles will be solved by the male protagonist.

But as for Hua Xian, he has not followed the ordinary path since he was a child.

She likes the vanity and satisfaction that money brings her, and she prefers to gain a sense of accomplishment and stability in the process of making money.

To her, making money is a game, entertainment, and a way to please herself.

That afternoon, Hua Xian took the time to visit the factory.

When she went there, there were only a few female assembly line workers in the factory.

Dad Shen's factory is called Shifeng Shoes Industry, and it mainly produces some mid- to low-end shoes.

The variety is very diverse, including men's and women's shoes, sports shoes and high heels.

I looked around and was very dissatisfied.

In her opinion, these shoes that cost less than 50 yuan really have no future.

Huanxian stayed in the factory all afternoon, taking notes on the current situation of the factory, and probably had a blueprint in his mind.

She didn't go back to school at night, and went to major shoe stores early the next morning to run the markets.

She wanted to see what brands there are in the world and what the public's aesthetics is like.

I ran around all day and checked a lot of information online.
I was surprised to find that there is no "Jackie Chow", no "Italian aristocrat" in this world, and there are no famous red-soled shoes!
She is the ultimate collector of high heels.

It can be said that few people love and understand high heels as much as she does.

With this advantage, the goal of fancy is even clearer.

She wants to turn the shoe factory on the verge of bankruptcy into a high-heeled shoes empire with her own brand and trademark!
In the evening, Hua Xian stood on the side of the road carrying five or six high-heeled shoes that she bought today, ready to take them home for study.

She waited for a long time, but the taxi she ordered online did not appear in her field of vision.

Because it’s boring and it’s late at night and there’s no one around,
She sat on the steps by the roadside and tried on the newly bought shoes one by one.

Unexpectedly, when she was trying on the third pair without anyone else around, she suddenly felt the flash of a camera.

She instinctively looked up and saw Xuan Yu standing across the road, having just put down the camera.

He was still the same as the last time I saw him. His hair was a little long and was simply tied into a small braid at the back of his head.

He looks like a poet who walks the streets but is lonely. The camera is like the pen and paper he uses to record inspiration and write about the beauty he sees.

He smiled apologetically at Hua Xian, crossed the road, came to her and asked politely:
"I just saw you and thought you were beautiful just now, so I couldn't help but take a photo. Do you mind if I keep this photo?"

He showed the camera to Fancy.

In the photo, she is wearing a long black dress, sitting on the roadside under the moonlight, with her head lowered and her delicate facial features vaguely visible, and she is trying on a pair of burgundy high heels.

The whole picture has a strange beauty.

Yes, it's weird.

Because it was night and the light was very dark, Fancy wore a long black dress and long black hair.

Except for the pair of high heels, everything else is gray, white and black.

Dim lighting, black dress, fair and delicate ankles.
If he hadn't taken the picture himself, Xuan Yu would have thought it was a finished picture that had been color-corrected and Photoshopped.

(End of this chapter)