these supervisors lowered their heads and said nothing.
Qian Kun is a well-known rogue, and he also knows many people in society, and he has raised a bunch of vicious thugs.
Who dares to ask him for an account?
And this is the company’s account, not your own money. Who wants to risk his life to collect money?
Production supervisor Song Zhongbin, seeing that no one wants to ask for the bill, Song Pingting, the daughter of the president, pales with anger.
He stood up and said, “Mr. Song, let me try it.”
Song Pingting looked at Song Zhongbin in astonishment, and whispered: “Dad, can you do it?”
Song Zhongbin said with a smile, “Your dad.” I used to be a sales manager and I often deal with sellers. I can still figure out their minds. I will talk to Qian Kun to make sure that I can get the money back.”
Song Pingting sees that no one else is willing to go. , So I can only agree: “That’s good, but dad, don’t force it. It’s best to get the payment back. If you can’t get it back, don’t worry, let’s find another way.”
Song Zhongbin said with a smile, “Okay.” !”
In the morning, Song Zhongbin carried a briefcase and drove to Hengxing Company to find Qian Kun for money.
In the afternoon, Song Pingting just walked into the president’s office.
The female assistant Lin Wei hurried in and said anxiously: “Mr. Song, the major issue is not good. Production director Song Zhongbin asked Qian Kun to ask for an account, but was injured by Qian Kun’s people.”
Song Pingting lost her voice: “What are you talking about, my dad was beaten by someone!”
Lin Wei said with difficulty: “Yes, Qian Kun not only didn’t pay the money, but also indulged his subordinates to beat Mr. Song.”
Song Pingting asked anxiously: “I Where is Dad now and how is his injury?”
Lin Wei quickly said: “Mr. Song is not badly injured. He has a skin injury. He is now in the production supervisor’s office, rubbing alcohol.”
Upon hearing this, Song Pingting immediately rushed to the production supervisor’s office floor and came to Song Zhongbin’s office. .
Song Zhongbin’s weak voice came from inside: “Who, come in.”
Song Pingting opened the door, brought Lin Wei in, and then saw Song Zhongbin with a blue nose and a swollen face.
Song Pingting said angrily: “Dad, that person with the surname Qian, did he label you like this?”
Song Zhongbin said embarrassingly, “I will ask him for an account. He lives in a mansion, and Bentley Law is parked in the garage. Slaughter was waiting for a few new luxury cars. He wore a famous brand on his body and a Rolex on his hand, but he told me that he had no money.”
“I was a little excited, so I said a few radical words, and he immediately let him His men beat me.”
“However, I didn’t get serious injuries. They were all skin injuries.”
Song Pingting said with a frosty face, and said indignantly: “This guy is so arrogant. I called him to reason. ”
After speaking, Song Pingting took out her mobile phone and called Qian Kuntan in person.
Qian Kun is an old fried dough stick, and he is not afraid at all when he receives a call from Song Pingting.
He insisted that there was no money for the time being, and told Song Pingting not to send people to harass him, otherwise he would be irresponsible.
After Qian Kun finished speaking, he still squinted and said, “Haha, Mr. Song, next time you ask for an account, don’t let other people come.”
“If you really want to ask for an account, then come and talk to me personally. Let’s go to the hotel to open a room and talk slowly together. I’m not allowed to talk about it overnight, and I’ll pay you all the money.”
Song Pinting couldn’t understand Qian Kun’s careless thoughts, she said angrily: “Qian Kun, don’t go too far. Believe it or not, I will sue you and make you an old man?”
Qian Kun smiled and said, “You sue me?”
“Lu Pengyu, the chief prosecutor of Mannity City, is my iron buddy. We ate and drank together yesterday. Even if you sue me, it will be useless.”
“As for the desire to turn me into an old man, it is even more impossible. Lu Pengyu will help. I’ll do it, hahaha.”
Song Pingting was trembling with anger, and said angrily: “Well, let’s go and see.”
After that, she hung up the phone angrily.
At this time, Yash Nics knocked on the door and came in.
He looked at Song Zhongbin with a blue nose and a swollen face, and at Song Pingting, who was trembling with anger, and asked in astonishment: “Dad, Xiaoting, what’s the matter with you?”
