"Young boss, what should I do now?" Kong Erniu said, burying his face in his hands and bursting into tears.

In fact, he also knew that he was making Song Qingqing spend money and effort to save his son.

This should not be done.

But he only has one son!

Moreover, they specifically requested Song Qingqing to go, so they had no choice.

Song Qingqing remained silent, staring blankly at the two letters.

She was determined to save Kong Rong; she had said that she would protect her from now on.

This is not a lie.

However, time is a bit tight right now, and she doesn't have that 500,000 yuan in cash.

During this period, she opened one store after another, and only had less than 200,000 yuan in cash on hand.

To come up with 500,000 is undoubtedly a pipe dream.

“We must save the people, but I don’t have 500,000 yuan.” Song Qingqing looked at the sky outside; there were only three hours left until five o’clock.

It's not easy to get 500,000 in cash in such a short time.

If Sikong Xingchen were here, raising this money would definitely be easy, but unfortunately, he had to go out on business.

After thinking for a moment, Song Qingqing suddenly remembered that this was the time to apply for a loan.

Whether it works out or not, this is the only way.

“We still have 28,000 yuan here. 8,000 is mine, and the 20,000 is borrowed from my friends.” Kong Erniu was moved to tears when he saw that Song Qingqing was willing to help him.

After saying that, he asked Bai Xiaoniang to take out the money that she had wrapped in her bosom.

Song nodded gently, about to speak, when Shi Lai Di walked in with a letter in his hand.

“Qingqing, someone outside found me and said they have a letter for you. Can you take a look at what it is?” Shi Laidi glanced at Kong Erniu and his wife, who were still kneeling on the ground.

Then the letter was handed to Song Qingqing.

She was a shrewd person; the moment she saw the money Bai Xiaoniang took out, she knew something was going to happen.

Song Qingqing took it, opened it, and saw that it read, "You have three and a half hours. If you can't raise 500,000, you can start preparing to collect Kong Rong's corpse!"

Song Qingqing's expression changed instantly, and she gripped the letter tightly with her right hand.

It seems she really needs to raise the money quickly.

Because time waits for no one; time is life.

After scanning the inside and outside of Huanle Street, I didn't find anything unusual.

"Qingqing, do you urgently need money? I have 50,000 yuan here, I can lend it all to you." Seeing that Song Qingqing was about to leave, Shi Laidi hurriedly spoke up first to express his goodwill.

Before Song Qingqing could react to her words, Kong Erniu and Bai Xiaoniang turned around and rushed to Shi Laidi's feet.

Thank you. Thank you.

They kept saying thank you, and Shi Laidi immediately understood that the people who had encountered the problem were Kong Erniu and his wife.

Kong Erniu and his wife have been working on Huanle Street for two months now, and Shi Laidi knows what kind of people they are.

Knowing they were honest and law-abiding, he didn't say anything.

"I'll explain in detail later, but we're still short 240,000 yuan. I'm going to raise the money." Song said this softly and turned to go to the bank.

Unfortunately, when she arrived, the bank didn't even have a vice president.

Only the counter staff.

They said they didn't have the authority to grant her a loan, and that even if she wanted a loan from them, she wouldn't be able to get the money immediately.

Having no other option, Song Qingqing could only request that all the money in the card be withdrawn.

She didn't have much money saved here, only 30,000.

Just as she stepped out of the bank and was about to head to the next one, a naive child presented her with a letter.

Song Qingqing opened it and saw that she only had two and a half hours. If she didn't raise enough money, she would have to tear up the ticket.

Another letter urging her to hurry up.

Song Qingqing was furious. She turned around, got on her bicycle, and started asking Song Guoqiang to go to Xingfu Community to borrow money from the Song family.

She then went on to apply for a bank loan.

During this time, Song Qingqing received two more letters, both reminding her that the time to kill the hostage was approaching.

Song Qingqing also became anxious.

However, the second bank also refused to lend her the money, and the third bank only gave her 50,000 yuan.

This is because Song Qingqing has deposited 150,000 yuan here.

If it weren't for that, they wouldn't have given her that 50,000 yuan.

Helpless, Song Qingqing went to several more banks, but two out of the three refused her.

He initially agreed to the last one, but changed his mind after learning that Song Qingqing had already taken out a loan elsewhere.

Song gently accepted the nagging, and letters urging her to hurry were sent one after another.

The anger in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

Fortunately, Song Guoqiang and the unlucky guy brought her some good news.

"Qingqing, we only managed to raise 60,000 yuan." 40,000 of that was Song Guoqiang's own money.

The other 20,000 was the sum provided by the entire Songjia Village.

Song gently noted down everyone's act of kindness and generosity.

“Qingqing, I’ve helped you get a loan of 100,000 yuan through the Youth Vegetable Store.” Like Song Qingqing, the unlucky guy also thought of taking out a loan immediately.

Fortunately, he used the shop as collateral for a loan and actually managed to get a considerable amount.

"Okay, okay, now we're just 30,000 yuan short."

Song Qingqing was very happy; she was finally almost had enough money.

But where will they get the last 30,000 yuan?

Just then, Song Ping'an suddenly appeared and gave her 30,000 yuan.

"Qingqing, take it. Grandpa doesn't know what you need the money for, but you must be in urgent need of it."

Take it now!

After saying that, Song Ping'an placed the money in Song Qingqing's hand.

Song Qingqing wanted to ask where he got the money, but due to time constraints, she didn't ask in detail.

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