Chapter 2473

The little fatty said happily: "Old Sun, change the spot!"

Old Sun put down the phone book and took a slightly thinner book from the drawer, placing it on Liu Hailong's lower back. The little fatty's smile became even brighter, and he slowly raised the hammer.

"Brother, after this blow, I hope you can still be this tough."

Liu Hailong's pupils contracted sharply. He opened his mouth just wanting to speak, when a muffled 'peng' sound entered his ears. An indescribable, excruciating pain entered his brain instantly through his pain nerves from his lower back.

The pain after a heavy blow to the waist was as if his three souls and seven spirits had been knocked out. Compared to the pain and suffocation of a heavy blow to the chest, his brain was clearer than ever, and he couldn't faint even if he wanted to.

Liu Hailong opened his mouth wide, gasping for air, his eyes rolled up, his face pale as paper, covered in sweat, and the veins on his neck jumping. Liu Hailong's feeling now was truly worse than death.

The little fatty exhaled and said to Old Sun: "Again!"

"I... sign!" Liu Hailong shouted in a hoarse, somewhat slurred voice.

"Fuck!" The little fatty had already raised the hammer and was about to smash it down, but hearing Liu Hailong's words, he almost flashed his waist. He raised his left hand and slapped Liu Hailong's head heavily: "Motherfucker, why didn't you say so earlier? My waist is already bad, this blow almost crippled it."

A security guard pressing Liu Hailong's shoulders from behind laughed: "To be honest, if my wife were as beautiful as sister-in-law, this waist would have been crippled long ago."

Deng Minghui didn't bother to listen to their nonsense, put the divorce agreement on the table: "Open his handcuffs, sign and press the fingerprint."

With a 'clang', the little fatty threw the hammer on the table, then took the key and opened the handcuffs.

These few hammer blows had smashed away half of Liu Hailong's life. At this moment, he had no strength left in his body, his legs were soft, and he couldn't stand up at all.

The little fatty was experienced and directly handed the divorce agreement and pen to Liu Hailong: "Sign it!"

Liu Hailong signed his name with trembling hands, unwillingly. Then, the little fatty took the ink pad and made this guy press his fingerprint.

Deng Minghui took the divorce agreement, glanced at the signature and fingerprint on it, and smiled: "Let him stay here, I have something to ask him later."

Liu Hailong couldn't figure it out. Even if Wen Hong was an employee of the Woolen Mill, her divorcing him was a private matter. For the Woolen Mill to intervene in an employee's private matter, wasn't it overstepping its bounds?

Mainly, in the past, he had beaten that bitch Wen Hong until she couldn't get out of bed for two or three days. Except for the neighborhood office and the Women's Federation talking to him twice without pain or itching, the Woolen Mill didn't ask at all. It was even because Wen Hong was absent from work that she was given several demerits and had her wages and bonuses deducted.

How come it's different this time? The Woolen Mill not only intervened in his private affairs but also used lynching to force him to sign the divorce agreement. And he thought that signing the divorce agreement was the end of it; he would have plenty of ways to deal with that bitch Wen Hong and her family.

In addition, it was to retaliate against Deng Minghui. You have a gun, so it's not easy for me to make a move, but you also have family, parents, wife, and children, right? At worst, I'll risk this life to play with you.

It's just that he signed the divorce agreement, but Deng Minghui didn't let him go and even said he had something to ask him later. This made his heart start drumming again. It wasn't just his chest and lower back, even his head started to ache, and he didn't know if it was from fear or that slap from the little fatty.

He never dreamed that the suffering he endured today was caused by his threatening Deng Minghui. He never dreamed that because of this threat, he would have originally only served a few years in prison, but in the end, he would eat a bullet. This perfectly interpreted what it meant to have disaster come from the mouth.

Mainly, this guy was unlearned and arrogant, and he was used to it. Moreover, entering the police station was like returning to his own home. He had also said things to threaten the police, and at most, he would be slapped or kicked a few times, and no one had really used torture on him.

Deng Minghui returned to the conference room next door with the divorce agreement and saw that Wen Hong had already written two full pages of letter paper: "Did you write it all out?"

Wen Hong hurriedly stood up: "I wrote down everything I know."

Deng Minghui picked up the letter paper and looked at it simply. A flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously: "If it were any other time, just based on these few things, Liu Hailong wouldn't die. But the city's 'strike hard' campaign will soon be launched. Liu Hailong is unlucky, he just happened to catch up, so he is dead for sure."

Upon hearing this, Wen Hong started to stare blankly again, the expression on her face changing constantly, and the emotions in her eyes becoming even more complex.

Deng Minghui could understand. Wen Hong was kind-hearted, and they had been husband and wife. Now that she was sending the man who had shared her bed to the execution ground with her own hands, she must feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Deng Minghui patted Wen Hong on the shoulder: "You have to think, if he is alive, you and your family won't have a good life, and you might even be ruined by him."

Wen Hong took a deep breath, and the complex emotions were instantly replaced by hatred and fear of the future: "I understand."

Deng Minghui handed the divorce agreement to Wen Hong: "He signed the divorce agreement, I will also issue you a Liu Hailong arrest decision. In the afternoon, you go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, take the divorce agreement, and you can divorce without Liu Hailong being present."

Wen Hong bowed deeply to Deng Minghui: "Director Deng, thank you."

"If you want to thank someone, go thank the Factory Director. Without his order, I couldn't help you either." Deng Minghui laughed: "In addition, although the divorce agreement says the house belongs to you, if you want to get it, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. Have you thought about how to solve it?"

Wen Hong shook her head: "I don't know."

Deng Minghui asked: "Where is your house?"

Wen Hong said the address: "It's not far from our factory, a ten-minute walk."

Deng Minghui laughed: "The location of the house is good. My nephew, my eldest brother's son, is getting married at the end of the year, and the wedding house hasn't been settled yet. If you are willing, I can act as a go-between and sell the house to my eldest brother.

You just need to take out the property deed, and leave the transfer to me. When the time comes, you take the money and leave, and I will handle the house collection. Of course, if you feel you have nowhere to live and can collect the house yourself, I won't force you."

Actually, when Deng Minghui reminded her whether she wanted the house or not, she thought that even if Liu Hailong signed the divorce agreement, she wouldn't be able to get the house. She didn't have the energy or ability to consume with that family of her in-laws.

Now, Deng Minghui wanted to take over this trouble, which couldn't be better. As for whether she had a place to live, that wasn't important to her. Even if she didn't want to go back to her parents' house to live, renting a house was the same.

Moreover, she had heard that the factory restructuring was imminent, and employees could subscribe for shares. If she didn't divorce, Liu Hailong wouldn't agree to her taking money to buy shares, and she couldn't go back to her parents' house to borrow it either.

Because even if she borrowed the money from her parents and bought the shares, once dividends were distributed, Liu Hailong, including her greedy in-laws, wouldn't allow her to pay the money back to her parents. In this way, she would have pitted her own parents, and she would absolutely not do that.

Now, divorced, and Deng Minghui wanted to buy the house, this was a good thing that killed two birds with one stone for her. One, she didn't need to spend energy and effort because of the house. Two, with the money from selling the house, she didn't need to borrow money to buy shares.

"I have no use for the house. If Director Deng's nephew needs it, I can sell it."

Deng Minghui laughed. His nephew did need to buy a house for marriage. But there were many people selling houses. The biggest reason he wanted to buy Wen Hong's house was because of Liu Hailong's threat to him.

This guy had been sitting in the position of Deputy Director of the Woolen Mill Security Department for so many years, and he was not a kind person. You have the guts to threaten my family, then I will make your family have nowhere to live. When the time comes, even if you die, when you go down, your ancestors will beat you, this unfilial descendant, until your soul is scattered.