Chapter 292 Help Me Pay Back the Money

One o'clock in the morning.

Ye Jinmo's cell phone rang.

She subconsciously covered her ears.

Ji Sichen patted her on the back and picked up the phone.

The caller ID above shows [Big Brother].

Calling your sister so late?

He answered.

"Jinmo, are you asleep? Call Qinghuan. I can't get through and I'm worried she might be in danger."

Ji Sichen sobered up a bit, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Zhong Shaoqing, you are so restless chasing a woman, can't you let me sleep at night?"

The other side paused for a moment, then became furious.

"Ji Sichen, why are you in Jinmo's room? What did you do to her?"

Ji Sichen quickly covered the phone and waited until the voice on the other end became quieter before putting it to his ear.

"Jinmo has fallen asleep, and you want to wake her up? What can I do to her? Who do you think I am?"

Just say a few words back.

Zhong Shaoqing was silent.

After a while, he said in a muffled voice: "I want Jinmo to call Qinghuan and ask her where she is?"

Ji Sichen rolled his eyes and was about to speak when the person in his arms turned over.

He tucked in the quilt and lowered his voice: "Can't you ask someone to check? Why bother Jinmo so late at night?"

After saying that, he hung up the phone and lay down again.

Zhong Shaoqing's face turned black as he looked at the hung up phone.

But what Ji Sichen said made sense. He could find out if he asked someone to check it out.

Immediately, call the secretary.

Tan Qinghuan's whereabouts are easy to track down.

After returning from the hospital, I went into the hotel and never came out again.

This means that Tan Qinghuan deliberately didn't answer his call.

They were supposed to reconcile that night.

How come after two hours, the relationship is even more strained than before?

Soon, the secretary came back with a message that Tan Qinghuan went to the hotel after returning from the hospital and never left again.

He threw his phone on the bedside and sighed heavily.

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at the same time.

Imperial capital, underground casino.

Jiang Xirui threw away the chips in his hand. He hadn't slept for several days. His eyes were red and dark under his eyes. He looked horrible after being abnormally tired.

"What, cousin left?"

His face changed, and he threw down the cards in his hand and left.

He and his mother had originally planned to make Ji Sichen and Meng Shanshan a fait accompli tonight.

It just so happens that Ye Jinmo is not here, which makes many things much more convenient.

His wheelchair was pushed to the door of the room, which was slightly ajar.

He pushed the door open and went in. The light was dim and the person on the bed was wearing cool clothes.

"Meng Shanshan!"

He roared angrily and waved his hand. The men behind him turned on the lights and went forward to wake the woman up.

"What are you doing? Ji Sichen is gone, and you still want to sleep here?"

The woman who was shaken awake sat up, rubbing her temples. It took her a long time to realize what had happened.

She only remembered that Ji Sichen pushed the door open and she rushed towards him, but was then thrown away by the man and her head hit the headboard, and then she lost consciousness.

Her expression was not good either: "You're still yelling at me? Ji Sichen wasn't poisoned at all!"

Jiang Xirui's pupils shrank and he clenched his hands into fists.

He sneered: "Just wait, Meng Shanshan, you are dead, your cousin will definitely put you to death!"

Meng Shanshan raised her head and said, "What do I have to be afraid of? Don't forget, it was you and your mother who gave me the medicine. Even if I can't marry into the Ji family, I still have other options."

She looked him up and down, finally her eyes resting on his leg in plaster.

"Young Master Jiang, why don't you worry about how to pay back your gambling debts!"

Hearing this, Jiang Xirui's face turned pale.

He gambled in this casino for several days and nights and lost 500 million!

He and Ji Minghua simply could not afford to pay back this huge sum of money.

He definitely couldn't ask Ji Sichen for money again.

After thinking about it, he came up with an idea.

Early the next morning.

Jiang Xirui returned to the Jiang family with gifts and also brought a few reporters with him.

Due to the presence of reporters, Mr. Jiang was caught off guard and could only let Jiang Xirui in.

"Good morning, Grandpa."

Mr. Jiang didn't have a good expression.

He disliked this grandson very much because he was idle, addicted to gambling and a good-for-nothing.

In comparison, Jiang Xihao is much better.

"What are you doing back?"

"I heard that grandpa gave Jiang's to my eldest brother, and my eldest and second sisters also have shares."

Jiang Xirou also has shares in Jiang’s company, but not much.

Mr. Jiang didn't say anything.

"Grandpa, my second sister and aunt depend on each other for survival. They are useless in the Jiang family. She can have shares, but why do I have nothing? Aren't you too biased?"

"I am biased?" Old Jiang sneered, "Your second sister is a top student at the Imperial University after all. What about you? What else do you know besides gambling?"

"I'm already working in Yunyan, how can grandpa say I'm worthless?"

"Why, just be a clerk with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan?"

Old Jiang didn't look very happy. He knew very well that this evil creature came back today to ask for money. He raised his hand and the housekeeper handed him a card.

"There's 10 million in this card, take it and get out of here, don't bother me anymore!"

Jiang Xirui didn't answer: "Ten million? Grandpa, are you sending away beggars?"

At this time, Jiang Xiwen walked downstairs and said sarcastically, "What contributions have you made to the Jiang family over the years? Giving you 10 million is already a compliment to you!"

Jiang Lao calmed down a little: "Xiwen is right."

Jiang Xirui threw away the card and said viciously, "I want 1 billion! Give me the money, and I will sever ties with the Jiang family from now on!"

"Ten billion?" Jiang Xiwen was also shocked.

"How dare you ask for such a high price? You know the current situation of the company..."

"What's the situation? Big sister, don't lie to me. The Jiang family has received help from the Jin family, and the company has already flourished. One billion is not even one-tenth of the Jiang family."

Jiang Lao was so angry that he stood up and said, "Rebellious son! You don't even want a penny!"

Seeing this, Jiang Xirui had no choice but to call the reporters to rush in.

For a moment, the Jiang family's yard and hall were filled with people.

"Chairman Jiang, is it true that your claim of treating everyone equally is a lie?"

"Has Young Master Jiang never been liked by you over the years? Is the relationship between you two really bad?"

Microphones were placed in front one by one.

Mr. Jiang's face turned red for a moment.

Jiang Xiwen quickly adjusted his mood and stood in front: "Dear journalist friends, I know you are very anxious, but this is the Jiang family's private residence. I have the right to call the police if you break into a private residence without permission."

As soon as the words were spoken, the reporter's arrogance faded a lot, and the few people behind him left in shame.

She continued: "This is our family matter, and I hope you won't spread it around."

This momentum is extremely powerful.

Seeing that the reporter was kicked out just a few minutes after coming in, Jiang Xirui became anxious.

"Don't leave!"

He hated himself for not being able to stand up for the time being.

The hall returned to silence.

He simply gave up and said, "Grandpa, I'll tell you the truth. I came back today just to ask you for money. As long as you help me pay off my gambling debts, I promise not to bother you again."

He paused and continued, "Five hundred million. I just need you to help me pay back five hundred million. If you don't help, I will hold a press conference. Anyway, my last name is Jiang. I want to see how long the Jiang Group can last if the descendants of the Jiang family don't pay back their debts!"