"Pay your debts! It's only right! Don't hide in there and play dead!"

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

The sound of knocking on the door was accompanied by a sharp, piercing soprano voice full of anger and aggressiveness, which penetrated the thin door panel and hit Gao Zhiqiang's ears fiercely.

This commotion was much more ferocious than the ones just now from the neighbors watching the excitement!

Gao Zhiqiang was already simmering with anger, with nowhere to vent it. Upon hearing the noise, he became even more furious. He yanked open the door bolt and yelled, "Who is that?! Why are you howling?! Are you trying to kill me?!"

As soon as the door opened, I saw the old witch Linda from the hair salon standing at the front with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. Behind her were several young girls from the hair salon and some aggressive and burly men!

Behind him, there was a group of people following him, turning back to watch the lively neighborhood.

When Sister Linda saw Gao Zhiqiang, she immediately pointed at his nose and started scolding him:

"Good job, Gao Zhiqiang! You're pretending so well! Didn't you say that you had your head cut open and are lying in the hospital dying, waiting for money to save your life?

What? The King of Hell didn't accept you because the quota was full, so he kicked you back?!

Gao Zhiqiang was stunned by the scolding, completely confused: "Bullshit! Who the hell is going to die? I'm fine! Who are you cursing?"

"I cursed you? Pah!" The old witch spat, "Yesterday afternoon, your little bitch Gao Xiaoqin came to my shop crying, saying that you had been slashed in the head and were in the hospital for emergency treatment, and all you needed was a hundred yuan deposit for the surgery!

She cried so hard that I thought you had gone to the other end. I was soft-hearted and believed her lies and lent her a hundred dollars to save my life!

What's the result? You're jumping around here naked and acting like a big shot!

Where's the money?! Spit it out now!"

When Gao Zhiqiang heard the word "one hundred yuan", his eyes widened and he flew into a rage: "One hundred yuan?! What the hell are you talking about! One hundred yuan? Who took the one hundred yuan?"

That bitch Gao Xiaoqin, when did she ever ask you to borrow money? I don't even know anything about this! Go find whoever borrowed it!

Go ask Gao Xiaoqin! It has nothing to do with me! "

"Oh, huh? You want to shirk your responsibility?" The old witch took a step forward, her voice rising even higher, "Didn't you, Gao Zhiqiang, introduce her to work here?

Now she has run away with my money, who else should I look for if not you?

I tell you, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its debtor. You are the one who brought this person here, so you have to pay the debt back!

You have to pay this money today even if you don’t want to!”

"I'm not paying for anything!" Gao Zhiqiang's forehead veins popped out, and he stiffened his neck and cursed, "She even stole my money and ran away, and I'm still looking for her!

You're stupid for being deceived by her! It's none of my business! Get out! Get out of here right now!"

"Bullshit!" The old witch was completely furious, her saliva almost spraying on Gao Zhiqiang's face, "You two are playing a double act? One is cheating people out of money, and the other is refusing to pay! You wish!

If you don’t take out the money today, I, Linda, will make you pay for it!

I want to see if you, Gao Zhiqiang, can only bare your butt!"

"Sister Linda, don't waste your time talking to him!" A burly man with tattoos all over his arms glared at Gao Zhiqiang fiercely with a hoarse voice.

But who was Gao Zhiqiang? He was a scoundrel who had grown up on the streets, and he was not afraid of anyone when it came to bullying.

He immediately stiffened his neck and cursed back: "Bah! Linda? Why are you, Liu Cuihua, pretending to be so arrogant in front of me! You old hag! Try to slander me again!"

I said, this has nothing to do with me!!!"

"No money?" The old witch Linda narrowed her fox eyes and almost poked his nose with her finger.

"If you don't have money, just use this shabby house of yours as collateral! I think this place can still be sold for a few bucks!"

"Just try and see if you dare!"

Gao Zhiqiang was a scoundrel again, shouting, "I'll give it to you. I'm going to sleep in your hair salon tonight! Including you..."

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you!" Linda's voice rose even higher, spit flying. "If I don't get this hundred dollars back today, I'll write the word Liu backwards!"

The obscene words came one after another, making people's ears buzz.

As Linda was cursing, she suddenly glanced at Old Lady Gao, who was shivering on the kang wrapped in a sheet. With a whirlwind of glance, she had an even more vicious idea: "How about this! You can even give your mother to me!

Don’t be fooled by their age. If they clean up a little, I’ll find that there are actually a few old widowers in my shop who love this!

The money may be less, but there will definitely be business! I won’t lose money! "

Old Mrs. Gao heard it clearly on the kang and was so angry that her whole body was shaking like a sieve!

But she was free, could she jump up and start cursing at others?

What if someone pulls the sheets off?

After arguing and arguing for a long time, the hair salon finally came over. They were more numerous and had thugs with them.

The man with tattoos became impatient and swung his arms to smash the Gao family's meager belongings.

The broken washbasin was kicked flat and the coffee table was smashed to pieces, making a lot of clanging sounds!

Gao Zhiqiang gritted his teeth as he watched the burly man smash all the scrap metal in his house.

In the end, he could only bend down with red eyes, take out the wrinkled and foot-smelling hundred-yuan bill from under the dirty and torn insoles, and throw it over.

"Use it to buy yourself a coffin!"

The old witch didn't even dislike the wrinkled stack of bills that smelled of salty feet.

She dipped her finger in saliva and began to count carefully one by one in front of Gao Zhiqiang's almost spitting gaze.

"Ten, twenty... fifty... one hundred!"

The number is correct.

Her fat face, which had just been frowning and cursing, instantly changed into a face-changing face in Sichuan Opera.

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