Genius Doctor Bermoth
Chapter 671 - The Poor Family.
Hearing Messi's words, Ruhut trembled, too afraid to speak, she hurriedly lowered her head.
Habaib is pretty good, however, he's a little older, he looks calmer.
"We are wrong because we do not know the truth, we never suppose that behind the Genius Doctor Bermoth actually there is still Commander Gomez, today, we enter into the grasp of the Genius Doctor Bermoth, the Bermoth, we have nothing more to say, if you want to kill us, just do as you please!" Habaib looks ready to die, he closes his eyes and quietly waits for Vincent's decision.
"Mr Habaib, the community is now under the rule of law, has not used the old-fashioned way again that must kill to solve the problem, it is true that you have denied, he said, but that doesn't mean I have to kill you to vent my anger on you! I'm not that cruel" said Vincent calmly.
“Then what do you want?” Habaib asked as he furrowed his brows.
“Actually I could have used various means to deal with you, such as preventing your children from going to school, preventing those around you from seeking medical care, even cutting off the flow of water and electricity in your home! Do you think if I do this, your family can still survive? Is this worse than having to die?" Vincent asked.
Habaib sighed.
He won't believe Vincent's words, but looking at the people next to Vincent, he knows that Vincent's words must be no mere joke.
"CEO Bermoth, you ... what do you really want? Just say it!" Habaib held back his emotions, his beard trembled slightly.
"I don't want anything."
“Do not want... What do you mean?” Habaib.
"You should thank your good student, Hotman Fritz! He's been begging for you."
"Hotmans?"
“At first, I planned to punish you as I said just now, after all, I am not a generous person, but since he has already begged, I will not deal with you anymore, after all, I will not deal with you, I don't like dealing with old people." Vincent said casually.
When Habaib heard her, he looked at her blankly, after a while, his eyes were glazed over.
"Hotman .. This boy..."
Habaib sat on the softa, his tears could no longer be dammed.
"If I've been told that, forcing him to quit this suit and embarrassing him in public, but it turns out that I'm not at all qualified to be his teacher..."
Habaib lowered his head and said, his old body shaking.
"In fact, Hotman has another question and wants me to ask you one." Vincent said again.
“What questions, tell me.” Habaib raised his head, his eyes already reddened.
“He wants to know, why are you helping people like Neji?” Vincent asked.
Habaib is not a fool, he must know what kind of person Neji is.
Hotman says that Habaib has an honest personality and hates people who are cunning and vile, people like Neji in general, how could he agree to help fight a lawsuit by such a person?
When this question came out, Habaib opened his mouth, his tears began to drip again, he burst into his emotions.
The old man shouted and patted the table.
"Do you think I'm willing to help that bastard Neji? I really can't help it anymore, I'm old and retired a long time ago, how can I still have to keep my honor? This is all because of my useless son, he lost 20 billion in gambling out there! Neji promised me that if I could help him defeat Hotman, he could give me 10 billion! In order to pay off the useless boy's gambling debt, I even sold my house, I really had no money to help pay off the debt, I originally planned on not caring about the boy, I didn't care about it, but debt collectors keep coming to our house every day, my family can't take it anymore, even if it's not for that damn kid, I have to act for my grandchildren, so… for a while I was also confused, I'm sorry Hotman..."
Habaib cried, his old face looked very sad.
Everyone in the room looked at him calmly, saying nothing.
Who can say such a thing?
There was a lot of suffering and torment in his life, it depended on who was stronger...
"How much do you owe?" Vincent asked flatly.
"There are still a few, a total of 14 billion..." Habaib said lethargic.
"I'll give you 20 billion" Vincent said straight away.
As soon as these words were spoken, Habaib suddenly lifted his head and looked at Vincent in shock.
"CEO Bermoth, what are you doing... why?"
"I want to hire you to join my lawyer team! Help us in the Vallamor Group to handle some official legal matters, I'll give you 20 billion for free, you can work for me for 10 years, what do you think?" Vincent said.
"Ah, this ... this..." Habaib opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
“Don't worry, I won't ask you to do a grueling job, my team of lawyers is still very young and I need the qualifications of an expert like you to be here! If you can do well, I will give you an extra bonus every year! How, Habaib, are you willing?" Vincent said seriously.
Habaib looked at him blankly, for a long time, he immediately wiped away the remains of his tears, then replied: "Yes, I'm willing, CEO of Bermoth, thank you, thank you..."
His voice sounded vibrating.
Messi could only sigh in relief with a bright smile on his face.
“This child looks scary outside, but his heart turns out to be very soft.” Messi muttered silently.
But Vincent didn't hear it.
"Okay, the next Ruhut!"
Vincent turned and looked at Ruhut.
When Ruhut saw her, she trembled in fear, her body continued to tremble and could not remain silent.
“Ber...CEO Bermoth, what do you want?” Ruhut asked with trembling.