After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 11 Reimbursement?

"Feng Yin, don't pretend to be a fool with me. Now you are heavily in debt, and you can earn a little. I'm helping you know?"

"The role doesn't matter how big or small it is, as long as it can make money, why don't you start a live broadcast of debt repayment, right?"

Sister Cheng, who played both soft and hard ways, was stopped by Feng Yin's wave of her hand before she could finish her sentence.

"You told me the address!"

"If you don't tell the key information, it's like playing for nothing. Hurry up...I'll record it."

Feng Yin sat up from the sofa, set up her cell phone, tilted her head, ready to type, this posture made Sister Cheng look at Li Sanyi.

What do you mean?
Li Sanyi shook his head, but he couldn't understand either.

Maybe you really want to...eat.

This thought came to Li Sanyi's mind and couldn't get rid of it, but he didn't dare to say it out.

Feng Yin waited eagerly, but Sister Cheng, who should have been happy that Feng Yin agreed, was beating her heart.

"You really agreed?"

It's no wonder that Sister Cheng asked this way, Feng Yin used to be arrogant and domineering, and never listened carefully to the company's arrangements.

"of course."

The affirmative answer again made Sister Cheng feel agitated, but she still reported the address and time.

"Li Sanyi, you follow!"

After getting the address, Feng Yin turned to look at Li Sanyi and asked, "Do you have a car?"

After being clicked, Li San stood at attention and shouted in a loud voice:

"Have!"

"Perfect."

Feng Yin stood up and asked another concerned question: "Will the fare and fuel be reimbursed? Is there overtime pay? Oh, by the way, the weather is so hot, does the company provide high temperature subsidies?"

"?"

Sister Cheng looked at Feng Yin with a question mark on her face, and shouted in a loud voice:

"Feng - Yin - are you kidding me? You work here!"

"I know, but beggars always choose the weather to beg for food, but I have to work overtime regardless of the weather. What's wrong with asking for fares and fuel!"

"Let's look at it, I can't solve the things I can spend money to solve now. Is it too much to spend on fuel!"

"I……"

……

The sound of closing the door with a "bang" brought Sister Cheng, who was holding the phone, back to her senses in a trance.

What did Feng Yin say just now?

Why on earth did she send her a 200 yuan red envelope?
Sister Cheng was puzzled.

Feng Yin outside the door was full of spirits, and generously sent a red envelope to Li Sanyi.

Li Sanyi, who hadn't arrived at the parking lot, looked at the 100 yuan red envelope, looked at Fengyin in confusion and asked, "This is it?"

"Small?"

Li Sanyi shook his head frantically, he felt that if he said less, Feng Yin would tear him apart in the next second.

Feng Yin nodded in satisfaction, got off the elevator immediately and said: "Then there is nothing else to say."

Li Sanyi pushed her glasses and followed Feng Yin in front, she changed.

Could it be that debt can change... character?
After the two got into the car, Feng Yin lay comfortably on the chair, looking at the phone all the time.

The two of them had missed the evening rush hour when they came out, so the traffic was not too heavy. They arrived at the hotel where they wanted to eat 10 minutes later.

"Wind Yin——"

"You go first, it's still early, I'll come later."

Feng Yin, who opened the car door and ran away, did not give Li Sanyi a chance to speak, and he disappeared.

Li San had to stop first, and went into the restaurant by himself.

But Feng Yin... Could it be that he went to change clothes?
Li Sanyi frowned slightly, and went to the private room first.

At the same time, Fengyin Debt Live Studio started broadcasting.

"Good evening everyone, I am Feng Yin, who has a debt of more than [-] million. I am currently in the cleaning area of ​​Sunshine Hotel... in the back kitchen."

"Is there something fishy about coming to the hotel? Are your eyes made by Yoneda, or have they been left behind by human evolution?"

"I'm not a fortune teller on the overpass, so I can't talk as much as you want to hear."

The familiar style has started again.

(End of this chapter)