My Cold And Beautiful CEO

"Boy! If you have the guts, kill me, otherwise, you will be the one to die!" Zhang Qiming was also stubborn, not only did not flinch, but even threatened Qin Hao.

Qin Hao chuckled: "Don't want to write? Oh, it's because you don't have enough raw materials!"

Before the words finished, Zhang Qiming's head was lifted high by Qin Hao, and then suddenly fell down.

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Boom!

Zhang Qiming's head slammed into the conference table, making a dull sound that knocked people's hearts and souls, and the scarlet blood also spread on the desk, which was shocking and extremely cruel.

"ah……"

Zhang Qiming let out a scream, only to feel severe pain coming from his face one after another.

Boom!

Before Zhang Qiming could yell again, Qin Hao grabbed his head again, and then it fell heavily.

After repeated three or four times, Zhang Qiming only felt dizzy for a while, the bridge of the nose had already been broken, and his whole face was swollen in a big circle, the pain made him feel like a gossamer.

"I write, I write, stop typing, I write..."

Zhang Qiming stretched out his hand weakly, and began to beg for mercy. He began to fear. Although he was a gangster, it did not mean that he was not afraid of death. The reason why he was stubborn before was because he felt that Qin Hao didn't dare to really kill him, but judging from the current situation, this idiot is a lunatic at all, and if he gets hit like this a few times, his head is probably useless up.

Qin Hao smiled and patted Zhang Qiming's face: "It's good to be here early, you say you are a cheap bone, you have to suffer so much to write, why bother?"

Zhang Qiming was so angry that he didn't dare to speak, so he swallowed bitterly, dragged his broken leg, half-kneeled on the ground, endured the severe pain from his body, stretched out his finger dipped in his own blood, and began to write on the table.

"Well, that's right, as long as you know how to write dead characters." Qin Hao nodded in satisfaction, pulled a chair and sat down in front of the half-kneeling Zhang Qiming, and straightened his collar for him: "Now that you know how to write dead characters, , then let’s talk about business, Boss Zhang, when do you plan to pay?”

"Anytime, anytime, tell me a time." For the sake of his own life, Zhang Qiming didn't dare to say no to Qin Hao even though he hated Qin Hao deeply.

Furthermore, he is not short of money. At the beginning, he was greedy for this 100 million for a while.

So he secretly got stuck without telling the family, and didn't pay Mrs. Mu.

But now the hero doesn't suffer the immediate loss, so what if he gave the money to the Mu family first, and when he finds a manpower, then Qin Hao will die without a place to bury him.

"Okay," Qin Hao picked up the phone and turned on the calculator: "I heard that Gold Coast owes Mu's 100 million final payment for five years?"

"Yes, five years and three months." Zhang Qiming quickly answered truthfully.

"Forget it, just wipe it off for a fraction of three months, and count it as five years."

"I am the most disciplined person. Since Boss Zhang is from the Dao, let's calculate according to the Dao's rules. By the way, what is the highest interest rate of Tianhai's usury?" Qin Hao pressed the calculator, and suddenly looked up and asked.

"Three, thirty."

Qin Hao glanced at Zhang Qiming and raised his eyebrows: "Really? Although I don't know the way, it's easy to find someone to ask about the market. Don't try to fool me."

"Don't dare, dare not, it's really thirty..." Zhang Qiming replied tremblingly.

"Okay, let's calculate at thirty, wait a moment, I have to do the calculation." Qin Hao read while pressing the calculator: "One hundred million, thirty million interest, one year is thirty million, Five years, 150 million. Well, well, I'll do the math, 150 million, plus the principal of 100 million, you just pay 250 million. Let me tell you, I It’s already saved you a fraction of those three months, otherwise you’d have to pay another 10 million.”

Zhang Qiming wiped his head. He didn't know if it was blood or cold sweat. Two hundred and fifty million yuan was given out for nothing. Even if it was his family property, it would still hurt a bit. After all, the money didn't come from floods.

What's more, if he wants to spend such a large sum of money, it is estimated that it will be difficult to hide it from his family. How can he explain it then? He never thought that it would become like this, otherwise, even if he was killed, he would be greedy for the 100 million private money.

"Okay, Boss Zhang, 250 million, pay the bill." Qin Hao spread the calculated amount on the phone in front of Zhang Qiming, and then stretched out his hand to ask for the money.

Zhang Qiming glanced at Qin Hao with some embarrassment, and said timidly, "I, I can't come up with so much cash at once, why don't you let me take it easy?"

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"Don't dare, dare not." Zhang Qiming shook his head like a rattle, "I really can't come up with so much cash, 250 million..."

Qin Hao slapped Zhang Qiming's head with a slap: "Are you a liar, when did the Taoist ask you for cash? Even a countryman like me who has never studied knows about money transfer, don't tell me You don’t know how, do you want me to teach you?”

"No, no, you told me earlier, I'll transfer the money to you right now." Zhang Qiming nodded and bowed.

In front of Qin Hao, Zhang Qiming transferred 250 million yuan into Mu's account with heartache.

Only then did Qin Hao smile in satisfaction, lit an afterthought cigarette, and prepared one for Zhang Qiming: "Look, it would be nice to pay back the money earlier, if you have to make those twists and turns, it's better now, you The money still has to be paid back, and people have to suffer, right? People, you still have to be honest."

"Yes, yes, what you said is true." Zhang Qiming nodded repeatedly, almost bleeding from his heart. He only credited 100 million, but in the end he gave an extra 150 million in interest, and he was beaten so badly that he almost lost consciousness in his calf. No matter how he calculated this account, he was losing money. If he didn't kill Qin Hao , He couldn't let go of his hatred for Song Yao.

Qin Hao stood up with a smile, put away his phone, walked up to Song Yao who was stunned by the side, stretched out his hand and shook it deliberately in front of her eyes: "Hey, when did there be an extra piece of wood here, let me carry it home as a pawn." firewood."

Only then did Song Yao come to her senses, she slapped Qin Hao angrily, and said coquettishly, "You are the wood!"

As he said that, he glanced at Zhang Qiming, who was looking miserable, with some fear, put his arms around Qin Hao's arm and whispered, "Hey, Taoist priest, are you really okay after leaving like this? Shall I call you for an ambulance?" ah?"

"Whatever, there's no big wound, I can't die." Qin Hao pushed open the door of the meeting room with a smile, but he didn't expect that there was a row of security guards outside the door, and a group of big men in black, staring at Qin Hao and Song fiercely. Yao.

Seeing the fat man at the head, Song Yao exclaimed, "Manager Zhao?!"

"Stop them! Don't let them run away!" The appearance of this group of men made Zhang Qiming happy, as if he had climbed from the bottom of the valley to the sky in an instant.

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Manager Zhao was taken aback when he heard the sound, and quickly scrambled to Zhang Qiming's side, as fast as if he had a rocket on his butt.

"Ming Shao, what's wrong with you? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

Snapped!

Zhang Qiming raised his hand and slapped Manager Zhao on the face, and said angrily: "How dare you say that this is how you manage the hotel? And these security guards, are they all shit eaters? I'm in the meeting room You were almost beaten to death, but you didn’t respond at all, if I hadn’t sent you a signal with a computer, you probably would have waited to collect my body!”

Fatty Zhao was slapped severely by Zhang Qiming, but he didn't dare to complain, and said again and again: "It's my subordinate's dereliction of duty, his dereliction of duty..."

Even though he said so, Fatty Zhao has already scolded his mother in his heart. His grandma, why don't we even dare to turn on the camera if you said that you want to do business in the conference room without being disturbed?

"Trash! Let me arrest this pair of dogs and men, send the woman to my villa area, and kill the man!"

Facing so many people, Qin Hao didn't have the slightest fear, instead he pulled Song Yao behind him, then looked at Zhang Qiming and smiled jokingly: "Zhang Qiming, just pay back the money, there is no need to send so many people to send it off We, too much pomp and circumstance, do not conform to my low-key nature."

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