After gently breaking away from the tender little hand, Lao Liao sipped a sip of coffee with a gentle and reserved sip, then rolled his eyes and said, "In fact, the underworld has strict ranks, qualifications and spheres of influence. The so-called industry has rules. Those who smuggle arms cannot sell drugs, and those who are chicken heads cannot collect protection fees at will. Even if a hostile gang, when I see the other party's boss, I have to call you master, and I cannot lack etiquette. The person sitting in the same table facing the south must have the most respectable identity. My cousin is just an inequality gangster. It is still unknown whether he can speak to the bosses of Yew."

"Ah, it turns out that the underworld is so complicated." Su Feihong sat down dejectedly, and her beautiful big eyes finally showed a little sadness. "What should I do? The house deed was taken away. They will ask us to move out in a few days, and then use the house to exchange for money to pay off the debt. Because of this incident, my father was demoted by the company, and I might also have to work and earn money to support the family..."

Lao Liao looked at his watch and said, "It's ten o'clock now, it's pretty early. Let's do it. I'll go to your house to see how bad the situation is. At worst, mobilize the whole class to donate. Isn't Siyan chasing you? His family is very rich, and it's not a problem to take out a hundred thousand or eighty thousand. Cui Zheng's stinky brat, his father is the Minister of Commerce, I don't know how much it costs. I think if those people are really willing to bleed, it's not too difficult to raise 10 or 20 million." There is also the richest Bei Xiaodan who didn't say that the new patriarch of the Bei family can be converted into gold if he farts.

"It's already ten o'clock, it's still a long time to ask your classmates to help raise 10 million yuan. It's a luxury. I'd better leave it to fate. Go to the poetry recitation meeting to see the handsome guy, and then go home to sleep. What should I do the next day."

Liao Xuebing slapped the table with majesty: "Student Su Feihong, please trust your class teacher unconditionally! Leave this matter to me, don't worry. You won't be allowed to sell yourself to pay off your debts."

"This... OK." Although Teacher Liao had no ability, he felt much more comfortable after all after receiving his comfort. Seeing that he was so persistent, he was embarrassed to refuse. "I'll agree first, the situation at my family may surprise you."

After getting in the car, he drove out of Yuanhu Road and turned smoothly into Sujia Lane on Zimu Road. Su Feihong rubbed his nose and said, "Teacher, have you been to my house?"

"No, it's probably the first time."

"Then I haven't mentioned the address yet. How do you know I live here?"

"The student file contains the situation of every student in my mind, including their study life, hobbies, family status, even birthdays, or feelings." Lao Liao added another sentence in his heart after saying that: "Especially for beautiful girls."

Su Feihong immediately respected the teacher: "You often miss classes and don't come to school. You are not good at teaching. You dress like a second-rate person and are ungrateful. You are sloppy and beat students, steal Teacher Su from hot pot, pursue Ms. Yan Jiang, speak in a mess, and often use despicable means to chat with girls. Unexpectedly... they are still quite dedicated."

Lao Liao endured it hard and suppressed his impulse: "Do I look like that in your eyes?"

Su Feihong smiled and said, "No, it's a little better than Director Qiu and the others. At least we have never messed with you, and as a teacher, it's acceptable for people to accept it."

Lao Liao remembered the explosion of cigarettes, and a cold sweat broke out from his back, and said with a smirk: "Good, thank you for your mercy." If I weren't a complete violent madman, I would definitely end up with Dai Wan.

"No. 23, Sujia Lane, should be here." I parked the car, looked out, and murmured: "It's really tragic. I suggest taking a few photos to make a TV topic for African people to see, and they will feel very happy."

I saw a villa with a pretty appearance. There was no complete piece of glass left in the doors and windows. The snow-white walls were sprayed with bright red paint, which read: "Murder and pay for life, debts and money, God and earth." You can vaguely see through the window that there is nothing in the hall. The furniture was looted, but the words of intimidation were also on the walls. It is really clear and the family is left with only the only thing that is left with the words "intimidation".

Su Feihong curled his lips and said, "You only knew that my family had nothing, but they didn't take the things in the room upstairs, so they could barely live there. They just didn't know what would happen tomorrow after today and whether they would capture their father."

"Don't you call the police?"

"Dad was afraid that we would be retaliated, so he didn't dare to say anything. I think it would be better to call the police."

In a room across the street, the third floor was brightly lit, and there was a figure looking at this window. Perhaps the person sent by Yew to monitor the Su family and prevent them from escaping.

Su Feihong got out of the car first, took the teacher in, and pointed to the white mark on the wall: "In the past, there was a wall lamp that I liked very much. It was inlaid with silver and looked very beautiful, but it was also pried away by them. There was an oil painting there, and there was a table on the corner, and there was a sofa here, but now nothing is seen.

Liao Xuebing wanted to take advantage of the dangers of others, such as touching his chest, but he finally held back and said, "I'll try to tell my cousin, ask him if he knows the boss of Yew and reduces some of his debts."

The lights were on upstairs, and Su Feihong said: "Dad hasn't slept yet. He hasn't had a good sleep for several days. Oh, if I had known today, why would it have been? If I weren't tempted by others to gamble, that would be great."

Su Feihong's father Su Lun sat on the sofa in the living room on the second floor and was burying his head to read the newspaper. The man was wearing a blanket and had a brazier in front of him for heating - the air conditioner had been removed, and using the fireplace was too consuming firewood. The current situation was not good, so he could save as much as possible. He was less than fifty years old, his hair was gray, his eyes were deep and he was frowning, and he was frowning as he looked at the newspaper's eyes slipping around, as if he couldn't see a word.

"Dad, our class teacher, Teacher Liao, is here." Su Feihong put down her small bag, walked to the kitchen to pour tea, and called out, "Dad, why is there no hot water?"

Su Lun quickly threw down the newspaper and stood up, and stretched out his hand first and said, "Feihong's head teacher? Hello, uh, the family is in a little condition at the moment, so please forgive me. Please sit down."

Liao Xuebing did not shake hands with him, hung Su Lun aside, squatted to the side of the brazier and rubbed his hands until the heating was restored, and then took out the hard box of Heshui brand cigarettes. He knocked the tail finger at the bottom of the box and popped up the cigarette, spinning in the air, drawing a beautiful arc, and fell to his mouth by chance, biting it gently, holding it firmly. With a swaying finger, the zippo lighter emitted flames and ignited the cigarette.

Su Lun was secretly angry: "Feihong's teacher is so rude, and I don't know what to do when I'm so late."

"Who are you borrowing money from Yew? The tail is broken, the tooth is strong, the bone is reversed or Chen Diansi?" Liao Xuebing suddenly said without a head or tail.

Su Lun was obviously stunned for a moment, sat back on the sofa and said, "Wu Jianqiang, they all called him Brother Qiang. A client knew him before and introduced him to me at the Jiangcheng Bath and Massage Center."

Liao Xuebing asked again: "Wu Jianqiang, that's what Banyaqiang has. How much did you borrow from him?"

Su Lun said intimately, "I am a teacher. I'm really a local. When I asked me, can you control this?" But he thought that his daughter must have told him about the matter, and there was nothing to hide. He said, "Five million, but in fact, only four and five million were obtained. The company still owed 500,000."

"How many times have Banyaqiang been here?"

"Two...twice, the first time I just warned me. I came again that afternoon on the 29th. Feihong happened to be out of school. They moved all the things and limited me to pay off my debts within one week."

"What happened at that time? Are they moving?"

Su Lun wanted to ignore the other party's tone of interrogating the prisoner, and hesitated for a while and said: "Feihong stopped them and was pushed. Wu Jianqiang also said that if he couldn't pay back the money, he would throw my wife and daughter to the massage center to pick up the job."

Liao Xuebing used tongs to open the charcoal fire in the basin and sighed: "It's so warm. If there is a TV, and you can make a few skewers of beef, eat and watch TV, it will taste much better. By the way, when you went to the massage center with your customers in a casual manner, did you think you would be retribution one day?"

Su Lun suppressed his anger and said, "I was an involuntary social engagement, it has nothing to do with this. Teacher Liao, there is a lot of time, so it's time for you to go home and rest. The road is not peaceful, and if you go too late, you may have robbed the road."

"I'm not afraid or afraid. I'm poor and I can't take anything away. Su Feihong, has the tea not been cooked yet?"

Su Feihong replied in the kitchen: "The boiling water has not yet rolled out, the microwave is gone, so you can only use gas to burn it. Teacher, please wait for a moment."

Liao Xuebing squirted out a thick smoke and said, "Mr. Su, you can call Ban Yaqiang now and tell you that you have prepared 10 million cash and ask them to bring a few more suitcases and bring someone to pick up."

Su Lun stared at him coldly and said, "Teacher Liao, this is not the case. My family's situation is already very bad. If you are unhappy, go back quickly, no one will stop you."

"If you don't want to be chopped off and thrown on the street and wait for death, you'd better do as I said."

Su Lun didn't speak or move, just looked at Liao Xuebing. He was extremely angry with the rude teacher. He was so angry that he was penniless that he still called Wu Jianqiang and asked him to get the money. Isn't this pushing our whole family to death?

Liao Xuebing popped up the woodpecker knife and picked his nails and said, "It's half past ten. At this time, they were either playing mahjong or hanging out in the bar. Ten million is very attractive to them. When I come here, I just convinced them not to take ill-gotten wealth."
Chapter completed!