Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

The man's name is Zhang Heng, and he was a treasury manager for a small company.

No, it's the former manager.

He's miserable, too, by the way.

In this year's economic downturn, many firms have been hit by market shocks, and small companies that have collapsed do not know much.

Zhang Heng's company's business also declined and declined.

It was already difficult, and the boss of the company donated money to run away.

That's all. At best, it's just a job loss. But the owner of the deviant road had a premeditation. Six months ago, in his name, he loaned a huge sum of money to a project in the company.

The owner made a donation and ran away, and the project was naturally finished.

But what about the money?

Give him back the money!

How can Zhang Heng afford it?

He walked out of his way and made one of the stupidest choices: suicide.

When a man almost forty years old talked about this, he covered his face with pain, but he was no longer in pain, and no tears came out.

Ghosts don't have tears.

Sheng Hai heard the beauty of the beauty.

After all, he is just a student who has not yet been able to adapt to the inequalities and tragedies of these people.

Zhao was much calmer.

She listened quietly to Zhang Heng say these words, even the color of the gods did not change a bit.

Ever since she came to the world, every night, she's seen all kinds of "Guests," and she hears so much of what she sees.

“What do you want me to do for you?” She asked again.

Zhang Heng obviously thought about it a long time ago and answered very quickly: “I want to see my wife and daughter. ”

Speaking of wives and children, his divine color is much softer.

“I regret it when I die, I feel like I'm too busy, I'm gone, what are they going to do? ”

“I went back several times to see Yun hold my photo and cry. I watched Xiao Xiao come back from school after being wronged and didn't dare to tell her mother. I thought I was really a loser...”

Zhang Heng looked at Zhao: “Boss Zhao, I have something to tell them, let them live well, don't be too sad, I'm sorry for them, and I love them. ”

“Besides, I'm calling the police. I know where that bastard Wang Zheng is hiding now. He took the company money and ran away. I want him to get what he deserves! ”

Zhao nodded: “Yes. ”

He looked at Zhang Heng: "You know the rules here? ”

Zhang Heng nodded.

He took a watch off his wrist and glanced at it for a while, placing it gently on the table.

“This is what I spent half of my savings buying when my career was the most successful. It has never been replaced in so many years, and I see it as a symbol of my career and a proud one. ”

Azhao nodded. “Yes. ”

Zhang Heng was relieved.

Zhao said: “One more is missing. ”

Zhang Heng was stunned.

"You don't follow the rules of my flower shop," said Azhao faintly. "What's the price, you should know? ”

Zhang Heng said in a hurry: “I don't know...”

Azhao was cold and not moved: “That's your business. ”

Shenghai looked a little intolerant: “Master...”

Zhao turned his head and glanced at him.

Shenghai shut up.

Zhang Heng seemed to see hope: "This little brother, are you Boss Zhao's apprentice? You help me...”

Azhao drank coldly: "If you don't want to, take your things and leave! ”

Zhang Hengyi.

He glanced at Zhao and made sure that his heart wouldn't be soft. He bit his teeth: "Okay, I'll give it to him! ”

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Good night ~