Blackstone Code Chapter 529: Everything will be fine
A man in a ripped vest sat up from a creaking bed, his face decadent.
The quilt cover, which was supposed to be a light-colored silk-like fabric, has now become black, especially the two ends of the cup, which are black and translucent, and are greasy with a layer of black sludge.
Whenever he can't stand it himself, he will change the quilt, but now this situation means nothing to him.
He stretched his waist, scratched the itchy armpit hair under his arm, and then shivered a bit. He didn't feel it when he first left the bed, but now he feels cold.
There is actually a heater in the room. He shares the same heating pipe with the surrounding neighbors to ensure the indoor temperature. This is also a new measure this winter.
In order to prevent some people who suddenly became poor from freezing to death due to lack of experience in the cold, the mayor provided a public heating service for some people who needed heating, but the effect was not very good, sometimes large There will be a stop in the middle of the night.
But it's not bad, at least it keeps people from shivering while sleeping.
He put on clothes that had not been washed for a long time and had a strong smell, squeezed into the bathroom through the narrow door, and began to clean himself.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he said to himself, "Everything will be fine."
Yes, everything will be fine.
That's what he said to himself when the disaster was actually foreshadowed. At that time, he was still living in a luxurious single-family villa, surrounded by uneasy servants, and he was thirty years younger than him. The little wife looked at him with admiration, as if everything he said was the truth.
That's what he said when the disaster actually happened, and everything will be fine.
At that time, he dismissed all the servants in the family, and he couldn't continue to spend the little cash in his hand to pay those expensive salaries.
His wife, who was thirty years younger than him, looked at him suspiciously, as if not sure whether he was telling the truth or deceiving himself.
He still said that when the disaster happened some time later, everything will be fine.
His villa was repossessed by the bank, and he was kicked out of his home by the bank's people. His wife, who was almost 30 years younger than him, brought him to court without any preparation for him, and sued for divorce. It's that he can't give her enough satisfaction in **** life.
In the end, he didn't go to court with the little wife who was more than thirty years younger than him and who praised him for being "powerful" for countless nights, because he couldn't afford a lawyer, which would only make his situation worse. .
He was taken away from almost everything in his hands. Fortunately, he still has such a small house, which the government used to house him. He was only qualified to live in it after asking someone to find a relationship.
He has nothing but a factory and a bunch of backorders that have been produced and nobody wants to pay for!
At this time, he wakes up and looks in the mirror every day, as always, he will say that sentence, "Everything will be fine!"
He firmly believes in this. Didn't the newspaper say that the Federation has found a way to revive the economy. The joint development work between the Federation and Nagalil has made unprecedented progress, helping other countries to develop The dividends are enough for the federation to quickly recover to before the recession, and this society will become a better world again.
At that time, he can live in a big house again, hire countless servants, and find a girl forty years younger than him as his wife, and he has to toss every day until he is exhausted before resting.
When he came back to his senses, he looked at his unshaven self in the mirror and nodded vigorously, "Yes, everything will be fine!"
Once again, I struggled to squeeze through the narrow door... This kind of apartment for almost no rent is not for people to enjoy life, but for people to have a place to live, so the squeeze on space is a matter of course matter.
He walked to the window of the living room, opened the window, and the cold air from the window poured in instantly, and he had to wrap his clothes.
Through the window sill, the bright sunlight outside the window shines in, even in the cold winter, it can warm people for a moment.
He walked to the side door, picked up a newspaper from the ground, and boiled a pot of the cheapest coffee for himself - a few of the cheapest coffee beans were mashed with stones, and they didn't even need to be filtered. Putting it directly into the pot and brewing it, this kind of coffee can't actually be called coffee, it should be said to be the water for brewing beans, but it is also his only drink.
I put a small bag of relief food from the rescue station and heated it in a coffee pot. The aluminum packaging allows it to be heated through water without worrying about any problems.
A few minutes later, he sat at the table with the coffee pot in his hand, basking in the sun, sipping coffee, reading the latest newspaper, and shoving the sloppy relief food into his mouth.
"Hello, Mr. Jonathan..."
Someone in the corridor passed by his window and greeted him. He also smiled and responded warmly, "Good morning, Mr. Anderson..."
Looking at Mr. Anderson's back, Jonathan shook his head. Mr. Anderson is also a factory owner. He has heard of it before and is richer than him.
Later, in order to get rid of the debt as soon as possible, Mr. Jonathan sold everything, including the factory. If he didn't do that, he thought that the loan would become a mountain that overwhelms him.
Even if the bank is not in a hurry to get him to repay the loan, just the annual interest can make you breathless, he lost, he also conceded, so he sold everything and started again, now Mr. Anderson has become an insurance salesman and is trying to find a chance to get back on his feet.
Unlike Mr. Anderson, Mr. Jonathan didn't sell his factory, he took a gamble, a feeling and idea that he couldn't tell himself.
With so many people going bankrupt, the federal government will definitely let the banks suspend the collection of loans, and even offer low and interest-free interest, otherwise many people may not be able to survive.
He made the right bet, he now has nothing and owes a lot of money, but he still has a chance.
In fact, he has been looking for opportunities. He reads newspapers every day as a way to find opportunities. From the newspapers, he learned a lot of things, such as the development of Nagalil.
He has a very mysterious intuition. He knows that he will soon be rich again.
The development of Nagalil will definitely make the society over there generate more vigorous material demand when it is rapidly getting rich. At that time, the final orders in his factory can be easily sold as long as the price is slightly reduced. For those active international commodity traders.
As long as there is a repayment and the bank sees his ability and potential to make money for the bank again, he can try to get another loan and start work again!
This day is not too far away, he always believes in this.
After eating the Baba, he rinsed his mouth with the last bit of coffee and swallowed it all. The Baba meal is not delicious, but this thing is now the last guarantee to maintain his life, and he will not waste a little bit of food!
Just as he was about to take out the door and take a look around, a young man in leather shoes and a suitcase suddenly stood outside the door.
The young man's head was covered with a thick layer of hair wax, so that in the cold wind, not a single hair went where it shouldn't.
Judging from the young man's dress, Jonathan's first reaction was that this guy was from a bank, and only bankers liked to carry briefcases that looked like suitcases, but pretended to be briefcases.
They have a lot of documents to carry around, and some of these documents are really important, and they can't fit in the document bag, but in a suitcase.
"Look this way!" Jonathan didn't hesitate too long before he greeted the young man.
The young man was stunned for a while. He took a step back and looked at the door, and then looked at the apartment layout to the left and right. He seemed to think that Jonathan was the owner of this room, so he leaned over.
"Mr. Jonathan?", he asked suspiciously, still a little unconvinced.
Jonathan stroked his messy hair, "Don't you think?"
Maybe it was his attitude, maybe it was the temperament he had when he was rich, the young man believed it, and a smile appeared on his face, "It would be great if it was you, I am Kim The correspondent of the Exchange Bank..."
He opened the briefcase as he spoke. It was not full of documents, but was divided into two parts: left and right.
On the left is a recorder, the latest model, its disadvantage is that it has no speakers, which also means that the user who uses it does not know what the result of his recording is, and can only be played when another recorder with speakers is used~IndoMTL .com~ On the right is a large pile of documents, packaged in different file bags, and stamped with different labels.
The young man casually pressed the record button and said, while opening the first document, "Mr. Jonathan, from this moment on, our conversation will be recorded as valid evidence to be submitted to the court if necessary. "
"In order to ensure the legitimacy and validity of this recording, I must inform you that it is running and will record the entire conversation between us on tape in detail. Now do you know what it does?"
"Can you answer yes, or no, or may I explain it to you again?"
Jonathan suddenly became a little nervous. He didn't know what this process meant, but his heart was beating violently, and he swallowed, "I know it's recorded, our conversation will be recorded. Come down, won't you?"
The young man nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it, before we start the formal conversation..." The young man looked inside and decided to finish the conversation in the corridor, "I You must complete an inquiry process in accordance with the regulations, and you can refuse to answer, including stopping our negotiation, but our existing recordings will be used as evidence for your refusal to communicate, and will be provided to the court and the judge if necessary, do you understand?”
The series of courts and judges made Mr. Jonathan even more nervous.
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