Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 387 Lao Gao
Fatty Xu glanced at Song Heping and said, "It's his wife's number."

After saying that, he quickly picked up the call and started listening.

After a pause, Fatty Xu repeatedly comforted Lao Gao's wife: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, why don't you call the police?"

After listening for a while, Fatty Xu finally said, "I'll think of a way."

Then he hung up.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Song Heping hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Fatty Xu said, "Lao Gao has been detained."

"Is he detained?" Song Heping asked, "From the court?"

Fatty Xu shook his head: "No, it's a guy from society, a bully in Ancheng City, Brother Da Biao."

"Brother Da Biao?" Song Heping suddenly understood: "You're a gangster, right?"

Fatty Xu nodded. "The biggest loan shark in the city. Lao Gao's wife said that he was detained in the company at noon. She called the police, but they said it was a financial dispute and they didn't care..."

Song Heping said, "Let's go and take a look at Lao Gao's company."

Although Song Heping also knew that what the loan sharks did was illegal, as it was illegal detention.

But sometimes, when things involve financial disputes, things become complicated.

Since I plan to let Lao Gao take over this project, I will do my best to help him and go see what's going on first.

"Shall we go?" Fatty Xu was clearly a little frightened: "Brother Da Biao and his men are not easy to mess with..."

"Who told you to go fight?" Song Heping said, "Let's talk it out. We can't push people into a desperate situation, right? Don't worry, I'll go meet them. Just send me there."

"Row!"

Fatty Xu gritted his teeth, turned around and pushed out his Suzuki 125.

"Put on your helmet, let's go, sit tight, my driving skills are hot!"

Song Heping laughed inwardly.

Fatty Xu probably doesn't know how exciting the army's special motorcycle driving is.

It takes an hour and a half to get from the county town to the city, a distance of dozens of kilometers.

Lao Gao's company is on Hebin Road in the development zone. The development zone was newly designated, and most of the land here is still idle, and some is under construction, so it seems a bit deserted.

When I arrived at the company gate, I saw a Crown 3.0 and a Hiace van parked at the company gate from a distance.

Fatty Xu quickly stopped the car.

"I won't go in. Look, there are people at the door."

Song Heping looked around Lao Gao's company.

In fact, this is a newly built villa area. Lao Gao’s company probably bought or rented a building as an office building. It is three stories high and covers an area of ​​about 400 square meters.

There were two young men standing at the door, wearing jeans and suits but black long-sleeved round-necked shirts underneath. One of them had the front tuft of hair dyed yellow, and the other had a shaved head. They didn't look like good people at first glance.

Song Heping said, "You wait here, I'll go in by myself."

"Be careful."

Amidst Fatty Xu's uneasy instructions, Song Heping walked straight towards the company gate.

When the two thugs at the door saw Song Heping, they were stunned for a moment, and then stopped him when he was in front of them.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for Brother Da Biao."

Song Heping smiled and pointed upstairs: "My friend Lao Gao was detained by your boss."

In fact, as a person who is used to seeing life and death, this little gangster Song Heping looks as silly and cute as a little kid in kindergarten.

Even though the two of them tried their best to act ferocious, they had no presence at all in Song Heping's eyes.

Instead, the two thugs felt something was wrong.

Generally speaking, which local wouldn’t tremble in fear when hearing the name of Brother Da Biao?

The person in front of me was dressed in ordinary clothes, but there always felt something was wrong with him standing there.

Huangmao felt as if a very sharp knife was placed on his neck. He wanted to lose his temper, but was afraid that if he moved too much, his throat would be cut by the knife.

"Cough-cough-"

Finally, he coughed twice and said, "Were you sent by Lao Gao to deliver the money?"

Song Heping nodded: "I guess so!"

"Fuck you, yes or no, what counts as what?"

The bald guy is a little tougher, and he feels that he can't show his power without spitting out a few dirty words.

"Don't act so arrogant here, do you have any money with you?"

Song Heping spread his hands and said, "I don't even know how much money Lao Gao owes your brother Da Biao, how can I take care of him?"

"You come to deliver Lao Gao's coffin without any money?!"

Seeing that Song Heping was not scared at all, the bald man couldn't help but feel a little angry and wanted to kick Song Heping.

But he seemed unable to lift his foot, let alone kick it out.

The yellow-haired man beside him noticed something was wrong and said to the bald man, "How about asking Brother Biao if he can go up?" The yellow-haired man thought about it and thought that this was also a solution. He glared at Song Heping fiercely and said, "Just wait!"

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs.

Not long after, Huangmao appeared at the door again.

"Brother Biao wants you to go up!"

Song Heping followed Huangmao and walked inside.

There was no one in the company, it was empty. I walked through the office area on the first floor, went up the stairs to the third floor, crossed the corridor, and stopped in front of the largest room.

The yellow-haired man called out to the inside: "Boss, the kid is here."

"Tell him to come in."

A duck's voice, as if smoked, came from inside, rough and astringent, as if the vocal cords were damaged.

When Song Heping walked into the office, he saw a large office chair. On the wall behind the chair hung a picture of an eagle spreading its wings, with a few large characters written next to it - great ambitions.

There was a person sitting on the big chair and a person kneeling in front of the boss's desk.

The man in the big chair had a round waist and broad shoulders. He was wearing a black suit, a black shirt, no tie, and a half-inch haircut that couldn't be any shorter. His whole head looked like a hairy winter melon.

A long face of a man in his forties has a natural red hue. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this is called excessive blood. People with this kind of face often have violent temperaments, are easily impulsive and aggressive.

The man kneeling on the ground was thin, with a lot of white hair on his 3:7 head. He wore a pair of glasses and knelt there with his back bent, like a cat with a broken spine.

Song Heping took a closer look and saw that it was Lao Gao who was kneeling, and there were white porcelain pieces under his knees.

It looked like they had deliberately smashed a teacup and made him kneel on the shards, torturing him. This was...

Lao Gao looked at Song Heping and was confused at first, not recognizing him.

Later I recognized it, but it seemed like a dream.

He never expected that the person who came was Song Heping!
Seeing Lao Gao's surprised look, Brother Da Biao, who was sitting in the big chair, figured out something was wrong.

"What? Reunion after so long?"

Song Heping smiled and had to admit that guys like Brother Da Biao, although they looked rough, were actually very careful.

An old hand who has been in society for many years and can become a boss must have some skills.

Song Heping went up without asking anyone and directly helped Lao Gao up.

Lao Gao was scared and didn't dare to get up, but Song Heping helped him up and he was lifted up like a chicken.

"CNM! What are you doing!"

"MLGB, who told you to get up!?"

"Looking for death!"

The gang of thugs standing on both sides suddenly croaked like frogs that were awakened, and Song Heping felt like he had fallen into a toad pit.

But he didn't intend to take these guys seriously.

To be honest, there are eight people in the entire office.

In such a narrow place, weapons are everywhere - for example, the ballpoint pen on the table can be used as a knife, and the wooden paperweight on the table can knock people unconscious if you hit them on the head, not to mention the decorative flagpole, the two metal poles on it are directly lethal weapons.

The question is whether Song Heping wants to cause trouble.

Otherwise, it is a question whether these people can survive.

In the eyes of people like him, these people around him are real losers.

Brother Da Biao saw the problem.

Song Heping's calmness exceeded his expectations.

"Stop arguing, everyone, shut up!"

The room fell silent, as if the barking dogs had suddenly stopped barking after their owner appeared.

Song Heping asked Lao Gao, "How much do you owe them?"

Lao Gao lowered his head: "One million, the interest adds up to a total of 1.8 million..."

Before he could finish, Da Biao interrupted him: "Lao Gao, your number is wrong, it's not 1.8 million, it's 2.5 million!"

Hearing this, Lao Gao suddenly looked up and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Da Biao, we agreed on 1.8 million including principal and interest!"

Brother Da Biao crossed his legs and smiled, "That was two days ago. It was due two days ago. Our industry rule is that if you don't pay it back by the due date, we'll add 10% every day. Today is the third day, and although it hasn't expired yet, according to industry rules, it still counts."

He spoke lightly, as if he was not talking about RMB, but ghost money.

"Brother Da Biao, this is not what is written on my IOU..."

"This is the industry rule, understand?!"

Brother Da Biao was still very proud, as if he could defeat Lao Gao.

Song Heping said, "How about this. If you don't have 2.5 million, I'll give you 1.8 million, not a cent less. It will be in your hands tomorrow. The bank can't withdraw that much money right now, so I can take you to the bank tomorrow to transfer the money."

Da Biao was slightly stunned, then his face darkened: "Then don't leave, stay here. If you can't come up with the money, no deal!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)