Qin Gang scolded, "They caused me to be like this. They want to send me away for 30,000 yuan a month? No way!"
Just that batch of paintings alone was worth at least a hundred million yuan. He calculated it roughly when he squatted outside the community's entrance during the day. They should all be his money! Not to mention that bitch Qin Hong had broken his leg and made him sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Such a huge disaster and such a huge loss, but she only gave them 30,000 yuan a month. It wasn't even enough for Qin Hong to buy a bag. She was just sending a beggar away!
Not to mention that he was carrying a debt of millions. Now that his leg was broken, he could not even run away. Wouldn't he be waiting for death if someone came knocking on his door?
"No! We can't let this matter rest just like that!" Qin Gang stared at his legs viciously. "Since they don't want me to have an easy time, we might as well all go to hell together!"
