After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

In terms of combat effectiveness, people in District 8 seem to have never been afraid of anyone. Several people whose fingers were cut off by Uncle Zhong now fell into Su Liang's hands. Xiaohai held a pair of fruit tree scissors in his hand and turned to look at them. Su Liang.

"Brother Liang'er, are you chopping off a finger?"

Su Liang waved to Xiao Hai and said calmly.

"Just let my brothers take care of it. When they finish what they are doing, we can calculate the reward together."

Xiaohai chuckled, his uncle was back, and the brothers in District 8 were toughened up and punished a few young men. This matter was easy to do, so Su Liang made a call to Han Qian.

Shut down.

Su Liang took a deep breath and sat in this dilapidated house with his head bowed in thought. The old lady of the Feng family gave the money to her daughter-in-law and told her to leave now to find her granddaughter. When will the Binhai incident be over? return.

The old lady had lived for so many years, but her son died suddenly and the old man's son was beaten to death. She no longer wanted to live. The only belief that supported her was to use the things left by her son to gain some dowry for her granddaughter.

Su Liang was silent for about half an hour. He was struggling. The brothers from District 8 came back. The fruit tree scissors were full of bright red. Xiaohai bent down and said respectfully.

"Brother Liang."

Su Liang raised his head and glanced at the silver-haired old lady and said calmly.

"Since you dare to trade the recording for profit, it means you think this is very important. When can you dig the grave?"

The old lady said indifferently with a cold face.

"Tonight! If someone stops me, my old lady will hit her head. You are responsible for digging the grave, but I want to see my benefits."

Su Liang stood up, took out his cell phone and called Xiao Yang Jia.

"Little Yang Jia, please give two property ownership certificates of houses in Dongcheng to Sister Cuicui in District 8. It's urgent!"

"I'm going to ask the people in the marketing department to work overtime."

The little secretary also has great power. Of course, this power is given by Yan Qingqing.

Late at night, a dark wind blew by, and the dead trees with no leaves moved with the wind, like dead bones without flesh and blood. The clouds in the sky were like ocean waves, and the moon under the cover was filled with coldness.

There are many tombstones, and the paper money is floating in the air with the cold wind, as if it wants to condense into shape and express its dissatisfaction to the few people digging the graves.

Su Liang squatted by the pit with a cigarette in his mouth, while Xiaohai shoveled the soil with a shovel in his hand and kept mumbling.

"The dead one is the big one, the dead one is the big one. Your old lady asked me to do it."

Su Liang frowned, looked at the house certificate in his hand, and said calmly.

"Old lady, don't get too happy yet. If your recording is of no use to us, you won't get these two houses either."

The old lady said calmly.

"Since I dare to speak, it won't be useless news. I haven't heard the content of the voice, but if I want to exchange money for this recording, it will definitely not be as simple as two houses."

Su Liang shrugged and smiled.

"What you spend is money, and what you can't take away is just paper. Can you open the urn yourself?"

The old lady opened the urn, took out a recording pen and threw it to Su Liang. Su Liang opened it and listened, but only listened to the first word to make sure that the thing was not broken. Then she told Xiao Hai and others to bury the grave. alright.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night when we left the cemetery. Su Liang was thinking with a voice recorder in his hand. Xiaohai kept chattering along the way. This guy was very superstitious.

Su Liang spoke lightly.

"Take the high road, don't avoid all surveillance, Xiaohai, let your people keep a close eye. If someone goes to find Feng Zhida's family, don't interfere, but they must be caught after committing a crime and kept alive. Now go to the airport and wait for Han Qian , he will be back soon."

"Okay Brother Liang."

Su Liang took out 20,000 yuan in his pocket. Today he took out all his savings and even Li Li's gift money. He handed the money to Xiao Hai and told the brothers to share it. not easy.

Feng Zhida's mother returned home, picked up her son's photo, held it in her arms and cried loudly. Two men from District 8 sitting outside the door looked at the door with cigarettes in their mouths.

The pain of losing a child is perhaps the most painful in the world.

In the early morning, Han Qian got off the plane with bloodshot eyes. He stood in the airport lobby and stretched. He saw Su Liang and Xiao Hai standing in the distance. They didn't realize that he had come out. Just when Han Qian was about to say hello, something suddenly happened in front of him. A group of little girls came over, holding signs in their hands and looking excited.

Needless to say, this must be a celebrity coming to Binhai. Han Qian was just about to get out of the way when someone suddenly pressed his shoulder, and then was pushed aside. Looking at a well-dressed woman wearing sunglasses and a mask walking past in front of him, Han Qian took a deep breath. After taking a breath and no longer planning to care, the bodyguard in black who walked by pushed Han Qian again, this time directly pushing Han Qian to the stroller beside him.

If Han Qian hadn't reacted quickly, the baby would have been hit. The young foreign mother was also a little angry and said angrily to the bodyguards in black.

"What right do you have to ask others to make way for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian stood up and walked towards the bodyguard in black who pushed him. Han Qian's temper also rose. He rudely pushed the idiot in front of him away, stepped forward and patted the bodyguard in black on the shoulder. Turning his head, he saw a fist hitting his face.

The glasses were broken, and there were screams in the airport. Several other bodyguards also discovered that their companions were being beaten, and turned around to take action. At this moment, several angry shouts came from the crowd.

"Who the hell dares to touch my uncle!"

Xiao Hai carried a chair and dispersed the crowd, hitting one of them on the back with an iron bar. Su Liang slung one arm and waved a mop with one hand. Han Qian ignored the others and grabbed the man next to him. The bodyguard punched the collar and pulled it in the direction of the stroller. The bodyguard slapped Han Qian's arm off, and then two or three boys from District 8 pushed the bodyguard to the ground and rubbed him.

Han Qian frowned when he looked at the woman who was covering up.

"Your people? Go over and apologize."

The woman remained motionless, and Han Qian took a step forward. At this time, a young woman in her thirties stood in the way of the woman and said softly.

"Hello, I am Gu Yan's agent, we..."

"Are you resisting the beating?"

Han Qian asked a soul question, and the manager was slightly stunned, but it was this stupefaction that made her discover an extremely serious problem. Logically speaking, the fans who came to pick up the plane should come to protect Gu Yan or denounce this young man. , but at this moment no one spoke, or even retreated.

Hit a brick wall?

Han Qian ignored the agent, stepped forward, grabbed Gu Yan's shoulders, and said calmly.

"Go and apologize for letting you walk out of the airport standing today."

The agent spoke bravely.

"Let's make a call."

Move reinforcements?

Han Qian smiled, let go of Gu Yan, turned around and smiled at the young child's mother.

"Are you in a hurry? If you're not in a hurry, just wait. I don't care about other places, but in Binhai, you have to lie down for me even if you are a dragon!"

The identity of the child's mother seemed not to be simple. He said he was not in a hurry, took out his mobile phone and started making calls. Han Qian walked to the bodyguard lying on the ground, knelt down and said calmly.

"Be careful next time. You are not leaders, nor are you people who contribute to the country. You are just actors! Do you understand?"

After he finished speaking, Han Qian stood up. Su Liang came over and handed the recorder to Han Qian. Han Qian was slightly stunned, and Su Liang said softly.

"The exchange of two houses is an unexpected gain."

Han Qian put his arm around Su Liang's shoulders and chuckled.

"Tell me, are you bankrupt?"

Su Liang didn't show any pretense and nodded with a wry smile, making Han Qian laugh.

"Didn't I tell you to go to Mr. Yan to get money? Are you embarrassed to speak?"

"Aren't I afraid that Mr. Yan will ask you where you have been? You suddenly went to Canada without saying a word. If Mr. Yan finds out, you will be taught a lesson again. Hey! As brothers, I have tried every means to cover you up in one day. .”

"I'll make it up for you when you get back."

"I won't use my private money. I spent 20,000 yuan on Li Li's betrothal gift. You have to give it to me!"

"I'll give you two hundred thousand!"

"Why don't you give me two billion?"

"Then you have to go to the Lord of Hell. Will your son be born soon? Give me something to give to my godson."

"It's a girl!"

Su Liang and Han Qian didn't take the female star seriously at all. The popular Hua Dan and Wei Jiu were both in Binhai, and Han Qian didn't like people with celebrity status.

A star is a star.

Artists are artists!

Can a star who can’t produce any works be considered a star?

Then a figure appeared in Han Qian's sight. Han Qian tilted his head and froze for a moment, murmuring softly.

Why is this woman here?

Qu Ledi ran all the way, ignoring Gu Yan and his manager who was about to speak, and ran to Han Qian, bent down and saluted, and said respectfully.

"Master Han!"

Han Qian frowned and pointed at Gu Yan, looking at Qu Ledi and wondering.

"Are you an artist under Liu's Entertainment?"

Quledi replied in a low voice.

"He is an artist from Wufu Entertainment."

"The one from An'an Company?"

"yes!"

"okay I know."

Han Qian took out his cell phone and called An An.

"I'm Han Qian, you have an artist named Gu Yan, right? Her bodyguard pushed me."

"Is it okay if I go to Binhai now?"

"Let's talk about how to solve it first."

"Is it okay to block it? But it will cost you money. I'm going to Binhai now, okay? I'll go and solve this matter."

"whatever."