Chapter 983
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Little Invisible sang a love song for the planner every day for more than three months. The planner was so touched that he accepted Little Invisible's love.
The planner had a lot of resources. Every time there was a collaboration like cover songs or radio dramas, he would introduce them to Little Invisible.
Little Invisible had a beautiful voice. After a radio drama about a master and his apprentice, he became famous.
The popular Little Invisible had changed. She was no longer as concerned about the planners as before. She was no longer singing love songs.
Until one day, Little Invisible, oh no, Little Invisible, who had been promoted to Little Pink, went to the planner and asked to draw the cover of the album that he was going to release at his own expense.
The planner innocently helped him, running all over the place to make arrangements for him.
One stormy night, Little Pink called him and complained that he did not have the money to release an album. The planner gave in and lent him 100,000 yuan.
Then, the album was released and became a hit. Little Pink was officially signed by an entertainment company and became a real artist.
However, he never paid the 100,000 yuan back.
The planner was in desperate need of money, so he contacted him. He took the planner shopping and bought a bracelet. Then, he never showed up again.
The bracelet was in Ai Bao's hand.
"I'm done." Ai Bao sighed. "Do you think I'm stupid after listening to me?"
An Yibei said calmly, "Fraud is a crime. Do you need me to sue him for you?"
"Uh …" Ai Bao was stunned. She had never thought of defending her rights.
"Do you have any evidence? For example, the phone records, chat records, IOU's? "An Yibei analyzed calmly.
Ai Bao looked like she was about to cry. "No. I thought he wouldn't lie to me, so I didn't save anything."
An Yibei smirked. "Actually … I'm a little short on cash. Why don't you lend me some?"
"Uh … I …" Ai Bao bit her lip. She was so poor that she could only eat instant noodles and pickled vegetables. If she borrowed more money … would she be able to survive by eating dirt?
"How much do you want?" Ai Bao asked with a frown.
Bam —
She was knocked on the forehead.
An Yibei looked serious. "Since you don't want to borrow, then reject it. Haven't you heard of the saying, "Rich people help the world, poor people take care of themselves? Are you very rich? "
"No." Ai Bao wiped away his bitter tears in his heart.
"Don't borrow money if you don't have it! Take care of yourself first! "
"Yes." Ai Bao lowered his eyes and twirled his fingers.
Feeling that he had gone overboard, An Yibei cleared his throat. "Actually, there's another way to get the money back."
"What?" Ai Bao's eyes lit up as he stared at An Yibei.
An Yibei sneered, "You hired the Internet Water Army to attack him! Then make him cry and kneel down to return your money! "
Ai Bao thought, "… That's so brutal and shameless, but it sounds so cool!"
"How do I buy it?" Ai Bao asked expectantly.
"I don't know." An Yibei shrugged.
Ai Bao was like a deflated balloon, lying on the table in frustration.
"The table is very dirty," An Yibei kindly reminded.
After thinking for a while, he added, "Dry cleaning is expensive."
The indifferent Ai Bao immediately sat up straight.
"How much is this bracelet worth?"
"It's worth less than fifty thousand yuan at the mall … I think it'll only be worth thirty thousand yuan at the jewelry store."
An Yibei's glasses reflected a cold glint. "Let me teach you a trick. I promise I'll help you get your money back."
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