Qiao Xia tilted her head and looked at him. "So?"
Mr. Wang stubbed out his cigarette and rubbed it hard twice in the ashtray. His face was calm, but his expression was more sinister than ever before.
“Miss Qiao, I’ve staked everything on this show. If the money isn’t paid tonight, the debt collectors will tear me to pieces. The only thing I can do is jump off this building, but before I do, I’ll have to take someone down with me.”
After saying that, Mr. Wang glanced at his watch. "It's five o'clock, Miss Qiao. Where's the money?"
"Where's the money?!" Boss Wang slammed the table down, his hand reaching out to grab Qiao Xia's neck in a fit of rage. "You bitch, did you really fool me just now?"
"For your words, I've offended General Manager Zhang. You dare to fool me? You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" General Manager Wang's eyes were bloodshot, and his hands gradually tightened their grip.
"Calm down, I said I'd give you the money before midnight." Qiao Xia pinched his thumb and forcibly made him let go, then forcefully twisted his hand, forcing him to turn his back.
Qiao Xia kicked him hard in the butt, and Mr. Wang's wail echoed throughout the conference room.
After Qiao Xia decided to invest, she had already informed her parents. Logically speaking, they weren't unreliable people, but the money in their account was indeed gone.
[System, is there a bug somewhere? Can I get an advance on tomorrow's money?]
[System? System?]
Qiao Xia did not receive a response from the system.
Mr. Wang had already staggered to his feet, pointing at Qiao Xia and crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, "You bullied me, you all bullied me!"
Faced with such accusations from a bald, middle-aged man, Qiao Xia felt a chill run down her spine and got goosebumps.
Before she could say anything, she saw President Wang pick up the wig from the ground, carefully brush off the dust, and put it on his head with a serious expression. "I'm not playing with you guys anymore."
As he spoke, his eyes darkened, he opened the window and jumped out.
"Hey—" At the critical moment, Qiao Xia grabbed his hand and said through gritted teeth, "This is the second floor, you won't die if you jump down, at most you'll be crippled and you'll have to rely on others to take care of you for the rest of your life.
One sentence seemed to wake President Wang up. He grabbed Qiao Xia's hand and said, "I won't die, I won't die. I still have a daughter. She's so young and has already lost her mother. I can't let her have a disabled father."
"Don't move." Qiao Xia wedged half of her body behind the window to prevent him from pulling her down, but Mr. Wang's 200-pound weight made her blush continuously. "Where are your bodyguards?"
“I thought I could pay back the money, so I… I gave them a holiday.”
Qiao Xia rolled her eyes. "Then why don't you just yell it out?"
At this moment, the performance ended and the audience left the venue. The trainees were also picked up by buses. A few staff members were busy packing up the equipment, and not one of them looked up.
Mr. Wang's face also turned red. "I can't shout it out."
"Oh dear~" Qiao Xia couldn't hold on any longer. "How about this, I'll let go first. It's not that high up here. If you fall and get crippled, I'll pay your medical bills and help you raise the child, okay?"
"No, Sister Qiao, I was wrong, okay? Please, please don't let go. I'll listen to whatever you say once I get up there." Mr. Wang was on the verge of tears, afraid that Qiao Xia would really abandon him.
Qiao Xia rolled her eyes and silently called the system.
Hey, isn't there any reward for completing the mission? Like becoming a superhero or something?
This time, the system didn't play dead, but only replied with three words: "Have some shame."
Qiao Xia felt helpless and secretly prayed that someone would find them soon.
"Help! Someone's jumped off a building!"
At the director's instruction, Nana stayed by the door. She didn't dare to go in to check on the situation when the two were arguing. Only after seeing the latest behind-the-scenes photos did she realize that the quietness inside was somewhat unusual.
With the combined efforts of several photographers, they finally managed to rescue Mr. Wang, who weighs 200 pounds.
Mr. Wang declined their offer to take him to the hospital.
Everyone had to continue recording that night, so they had to leave first. In the empty office, only Qiao Xia and President Wang remained, sitting silently on the floor.
"Thank you," Mr. Wang said sincerely, looking at her.
Qiao Xia turned her head away, too exhausted to speak.
The empty office was unusually quiet. Qiao Xia was feeling drowsy when she heard soft sobbing.
Qiao Xia said impatiently, "Why are you crying again?"
Mr. Wang shook his head. "If the funds aren't in place, I'll have to jump off this building one day."
Is it really necessary?
Mr. Wang said emotionally, "Of course it is. You don't understand if you've never owed that much money."
"Tch~" Qiao Xia sneered.
Mr. Wang's face turned red. "I borrowed 50 million to produce this program. If it doesn't work out, the penalties, interest, and other miscellaneous expenses will add up to 200 million. I can't afford to pay that even if I sell myself."
Thinking of this, Mr. Wang angrily scolded, "You said you had no money, why did you lie? You've really ruined my life. Considering you saved my life, I'll pretend there was no contract and not hold it against you..."
Qiao Xia interrupted him weakly, "Who told you I can't come up with the money?"
Mr. Wang was completely enraged. "The facts are right here, why are you so stubborn? I'm not even going to argue with you anymore, do you have to stop bragging?"
Qiao Xia slapped him across the face. "You dare to talk to me again?"
"My creditors are practically besieging my door, what's wrong with saying a few words? If I don't say anything, can you conjure up some money for me?"
"What if I could conjure up money for you?" Qiao Xia crossed her arms.
Mr. Wang swore to the heavens, "Then you are my ancestor, I will never do that again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the conference room door opened from the middle.
Qiao Zhaoxing was dressed in a smart black suit and wore sunglasses, looking like a powerful godfather from an Italian movie.
Bodyguards stood in two rows behind him, stretching as far as the eye could see, each carrying a black leather suitcase.
Seeing Qiao Zhaoxing striding towards her, Qiao Xia suddenly felt an urge to cry.
Qiao Xia opened her arms, intending to embrace her father and weep, when an uninvited guest suddenly appeared.
Mr. Wang clung tightly to Qiao Zhaoxing's leg, pleading, "I'll pay you back, I promise! Please give me a few more days. She's not with me, please let her go... let her go."
Qiao Xia kicked him in annoyance, "What are you doing? This is my dad."
"Huh?" Mr. Wang looked up in surprise.
Qiao Xia had lost all interest in embracing and crying, and complained, "Why are you only arriving now?"
Qiao Zhaoxing scratched his head, his boss-like aura completely vanished. "Isn't that how it's always portrayed in TV dramas? They line up cash in a suitcase, that's a more satisfying way to slap someone in the face."
"Isn't that right? My last land purchase went quite well."
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