In the middle of the hall, more than a dozen young men and women in tight clothes were raising their legs, rotating, twisting their waists, shaking their hands, and bent their knees with the coach's command. Because there was no air conditioner, the thin-clothed students turned blue with cold faces. An old cassette tape recorder was placed in the corner next to them. All of this made Liao Xuebing feel like he was back in the 1980s.

Knocking on the table, the dozing man opened his sleepy eyes and took out his paper and asked, "Sir, I am bringing my children to register for dancing, right? Don't worry, our center has excellent teaching quality and low tuition fees. He has also hired several international dance competition champions as coaches, with first-class teaching staff and dedicated service to you. If you don't have talent, don't have money."

"Who is the person in charge here?" Lao Liao said coldly.

The man took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him, and smiled and said, "My surname is Zhuang Jie. I won the honor of winning the dance competition held in Berlin last year..." Seeing Zhou An, who was timid behind Lao Liao, his smile disappeared and said coldly, "Zhou An, have you owed me 357,000 yuan, have you brought the money?"

"I...I...I...I'll pay it back if I have money..."

Zhuang Jie slapped the table and shouted: "I warn you not to escape, otherwise the law will punish you."

Liao Xuebing could hardly believe: "What, Zhou An owes you money?"

Zhuang Jie took out an IOU with a long list of numbers written on it, and the signatures of Zhuang Jie, Zhou An, notary and ten fingers of the handprints, glared and said, "Who else should he owe him if he doesn't owe him? Our dance center is famous in the world. A meticulous "Monster Forest" that cost three years of careful planning and costing millions was ruined by him. Who should I ask for such a huge loss? I'm merciful enough to pay more than 300,000 yuan."

It turned out that Zhuang Jie forced Zhou An to write an IOU. But Zhou An was afraid that Lao Liao would be angry and dared not say it to him.

Lao Liao smiled instead: "Zhou An is my student. Can you take my face and reduce it a little? How?"

"The most fraction of the money can't be lost anymore. You don't know how much the loss is in our center." Lao Liao was dressed well. When Zhuang Jie saw that he was willing to pay for money, he was immediately overjoyed and his voice was not so loud. He smiled and said, "Actually, Zhou An is a very talented student, but I feel very distressed when doing such a thing..."

"Is that right? I don't think you feel heartbroken at all now."

"Where is a talent lost like this? It would be strange if you don't feel sorry for it. People are not plants and trees, so who can be ruthless?" Zhuang Jie smiled.

There was a sound of footsteps downstairs, and the door suddenly kicked open. The most cruel and ruthless member of the Speed ​​Party, Zhang Xihan, nicknamed "Death Crow", stood at the door with a fierce look, carrying a 16-pound, dark bowling ball in his hand. With his figure of 1.90 meters and a weight of 90 kilograms, his fierce eyes were cold, and he was like a yaksha that emerged from hell.

Behind him were more than 20 gangsters from the Speed ​​Party, everyone was holding a knife and a stick. Some were taking a bath in the bathhouse, without wearing anything, and a bath towel was wrapped around his crotch and rushed over to the cold wind; some were holding flowers in their hands. They were originally planning to date their girlfriends; some were wearing suits, tie and leather shoes, neatly dressed, and they were going to go on a blind date; some were carrying a handful of cauliflower in their left hand and two kilograms of fresh ribs in their right hand, and were buying vegetables at the market. They were also caught.

It turned out that Zhang Xihan thought that since it was an "International Dance Center", it must be quite large, and there may be armed security guards or something. Anyway, those who are currently on Tongcheng Road must come if they can.

The wooden board at the door shaking, hit the wall and bounced back. A screw flew out and jumped onto the table, scaring Zhuang Jie very much. The students and coaches in the center of the hall looked over in shock.

Liao Xuebing ordered calmly: "Since you are heartbroken, you must not care about the pain. The crow smashed all of this and broke the leg of the person in charge. All the students were sent away."

Zhang Xihan said: "Okay!" He grabbed the bowling ball with his hand and smashed it on the table in front of Zhuang Jie. I don't know how much effort it took. The elastic wooden board fell into a big pit, and the notebook, photos, roster and cash in the drawer appeared. Then, with a loud bang, the table was divided into two halves, and messy things were scattered all over the floor.

The speed party members behind him rushed up, and they dismantled whatever they saw. The lockers, glass mirrors, windows, and recorders were all smashed, leaving only the students who were at a loss. A coach actually tried to resist and was kicked over. Then there were a few transparent holes in his thighs and arms, and blood was poured out.

Another staff member wanted to call the police, but he broke his head as soon as he took out the phone and rolled to the ground. He couldn't survive or die.

Zhuang Jie finally realized that the group of people was not good and shouted: "Dear bosses, brothers, please don't do it first. If you have something to say, I can give you what you want..."

Zhang Xihan's bowling ball swept across and hit his left shoulder. With a click, his bones shattered, and his whole person flew out and fell off the ground covered with broken glass, and his body was covered with glass fragments. He screamed in pain. "Can you give the moon in the sky? Fuck! Let's take your life first."

Another man pulled out his sharp knife and wanted to break his tendons and make him a lifelong waste. Liao Xuebing stopped the man and said, "First, you can deceive the student."

You should pay back all the money, otherwise no one will know what the outcome will be."

Zhuang Jie begged for mercy repeatedly: "Boss, let me have a way out. Our dance center has been losing money for several months and has no income at all. We still have to work hard to lead these dozen students. We are struggling and can't afford the money at all."

Liao Xuebing asked the students: "How much tuition did you pay when you entered school?"

The students were afraid of this group of thugs and dared not respond. Some said 20,000, some said 5,000, and some said 8,000, with varying numbers. It seems that Zhuang Jie will collect more if he sees who can cheat.

Lao Liao really sneered this time: "The total number of presents alone is at least 130,000 to 140,000, and those who didn't come to class? Are you expelled from the place for no reason? The trick of "The Monster Forest" may have also caused a lot of money? He actually said he had no money and you were impatient to live."

Then a member of the Speed ​​Party inserted a knife into his hand and nailed it to the floor. The blade was stuck between the two finger bones, and the pain was particularly severe. Zhuang Jie screamed: "Boss, boss, spare me, they are all my beasts, I am not a human being, I am addicted to gambling. I lost all my money outside and wasted all my money." Seeing that they were so fierce, the trainees and coaches couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"So how did you start this dance center to make money? Can you teach me some experience?"

Zhuang Jie hesitated for a while and found that the person in front of him was not easy to fool, so he had to say: "In fact, it is very simple to say it, that is, to deceive some fools who have a little physical condition but are not flexible in mind. I pretended to be famous dancers and agents. When I saw the right person, I went up to chat with him, praised him for being talented, and then gave him a business card. As long as those people were hot-headed, it would be easy to deal with. The trophy medals and certificates in the showroom were all forged, but I can't tell their IQ... If you encounter someone who is very honest and easy to cheat, arrange some small performances. Well, just like Zhou An, it doesn't matter if you don't make a big deal. As long as there is a small loophole, I can say that it's so big, how many losses caused, etc., so that they can compensate them..."

The students were filled with righteous indignation and shouted: "So you are a liar, please pay our tuition fees quickly!"

Zhou An's face was pale, and there was a scatter of sweat on his forehead, his fingers trembled slightly, and he pressed his joints and made a blast.

Liao Xuebing patted his shoulder and comforted him: "A lesson will lead to wisdom. You don't need to hate your idiots. People always grow up through lessons. I believe in the teacher's vision. In fact, you have great talent for dancing, but you just haven't met a good coach. I will contact you another day."

"Thank you, teacher. I think it's better not to use it. I'd better serve dishes and wash dishes in the bar." Zhou An's weak heart was hit hard, his heart was ashamed, and he was depressed and he couldn't say.

Zhang Xihan spat a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Boss, is this your student? What a fucking coward. I have to catch it on the street. I have to kill you. It's embarrassing!"

"Crow, don't smear the children's confidence. First chop off the ten fingers of the person in charge, then call the police to handle the aftermath work, find out how much property he has left, and sell all the money to the students." Liao Xuebing turned his head and said to the students: "Don't be nervous, children, stay for a while, and the money you cheated will come back."

The gangster who only wore a bath towel tightened his arms, his skin turned blue, and his teeth striking up and down, shouting: "Wait, take off his clothes first, I'll be frozen to death."

"Drag him to another room, don't let the children see it too bloody." Liao Xuebing said that, leading Zhou An out: "Class Zhou An, have we not got anything this time? He used all the tuition fees to gamble, and the chance of returning them is very small. At most, he will teach him a lesson, right? It's not good for others to benefit himself, and he is doing useless work."

A few screams came upstairs.

Zhou An said: "Teacher, I seem to have learned something...but I can't analyze it."

"Then try to analyze and don't lie, I can tell whether you are telling the truth."

"Well, I think the teacher teaches me to be a good person, and before doing things, we must learn to analyze whether this thing is worth doing, and what risks will be. In addition, even if we fail, we still have faith in our hearts and cannot give up. It seems that there are basically so many..."
Chapter completed!