Blackstone Code Chapter 530: Turn into a spring breeze

"I said... what are you going to do?" Mr. Jonathan shook his body uncomfortably, so that the loose parts of the chair under his hips creaked as they rubbed.

The young man smiled at him, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Jonathan, it's just a routine process, you know, like when you want to do something, someone will always ask you why you're doing it, It doesn't mean anything, it's just a process, but a necessary process."

The young man had already opened the document bag and took out the documents while he was talking. He checked the documents and continued to ask questions such as "Mr. Jonathan, are you sure that your consciousness is awake now?" , "Can you simply calculate... the results of these numbers", "Do you know your rights" and so on.

After finally answering a series of questions, the young man took out his business card and handed it to Mr. Jonathan, "Mr. Jonathan, this is my business card. Today, I represent Jinhui Bank Sabine City Branch and You communicate some issues..."

Mr. Jonathan picked up the business card and looked at it. He vaguely felt that something bad had happened, and he nodded.

"Mr. Jonathan..."

In the next period of time, Mr. Jonathan began to experience palpitation, tinnitus, dizziness, etc. He felt that his head was getting bigger and bigger, and the whole world could not hold his head. As the young bank commissioner kept talking , his head could explode anytime, anywhere!

In this extremely painful process, he has understood the meaning of the young man, because he violated the loan contract with Jinhui Bank, the bank decided to terminate the loan relationship between them and recover all the money Loans and the interest accrued on the loan during the borrowing process.

Simply put, the bank found that Mr. Jonathan's name no longer had enough money to pay his arrears to the bank, so federal law now gives the bank the power to auction off Mr. Jonathan's estate.

Now the commissioner is only ordered to tell Mr. Jonathan that he has nothing but this apartment, including his factory, his products, his dreams, all of which will be turned into auction items for repaying bank loans. Legal auction.

Many people may not know what it feels like to have elevated blood pressure, and Mr. Jonathan didn't know it before.

However, at this moment, he understood.

The body is like a high-pressure water pump, constantly pumping blood to the top of his head, the blood attacking him wave after wave, he can feel the blood vessels in his head will explode anytime, anywhere .

A more serious auditory hallucination appeared in his ears. He faintly heard his wife, who was almost 30 years younger than him, making up and smearing his ability in front of the media.

He heard his deceased father calling him not far away and asked him what he still missed and why they didn't leave together.

His vision also began to blur, blood pressure raised his eye pressure, and his eyes were bulging and blurry.

At this moment, a thought came to his mind, and he was finished.

Decades of life, a lifetime of dreams, and perseverance to the present are complete!

Looking at the bank commissioner who began to distort and deform in front of him, an impulse to destroy and self-destruct was brewing in Mr. Jonathan's heart, which made his expression terrifying. He wanted to kill this man who ruined his beauty. The young man in the morning, then jumped from the upstairs, and ended the life of this shit!

Just as he clenched the pen on the table, ready to do something he never thought he would do, he suddenly froze for a moment.

The tinnitus and auditory hallucinations disappeared, and his blood pressure was dropping rapidly. He rubbed his eyes, then slapped his cheeks, looking at the bank clerk a little fiercely, "What the **** did you just say?"

The bank commissioner took a step back calmly, "I said just now, if we go through formal judicial procedures to auction your property, the proceeds from the auction may not be able to make up for the money you owe the bank, and the bank may Forcibly send you to work in certain companies to repay this part of the debt."

Mr. Jonathan shook his head, "No, that's not it, I seem to hear you say something else..."

The Special Commissioner immediately showed a clear look, "This is the end of our conversation, can I turn off the tape recorder?" He nodded at Mr. Jonathan with a kind smile, still listening to his ears. He made a listening gesture.

Mr. Jonathan responded immediately, "I think yes, our conversation is over."

After the young commissioner turned off the tape recorder, he said to him, "I said just now that Mr. Lynch is very concerned about these local companies that are about to be liquidated, and I heard that he is planning to acquire some companies to help business owners settle Clear the loan with the bank, maybe this is your chance."

He looked at Mr. Jonathan with a point, but at this time Mr. Jonathan had completely ignored the meaning of the Commissioner's words, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it the Mr. Lynch that we all know? "

The young bank clerk nodded as he packed his things, "That's what you said, young leader, Mr. Lynch."

"Listen, I'm a bank employee, but I don't want anyone to be unhappy, that doesn't do me any good."

"I looked at your properties, they might have been worth a bit of money in good times, but now, they don't even have half of what you owe the bank, and even if you sell them, you still owe them A lot of money in the bank."

"You have no factory, no hope, and the future is gloomy..." The bank commissioner looked at Mr. Jonathan and stopped his work, "You can't resist the bank, I know very well their methods, rather than Being arranged for a lifetime by this huge debt, it is better to try your luck with Mr. Lynch."

Thinking about the victim from the victim's point of view is an easy way to get the victim's approval, at least for Mr. Jonathan, who doesn't seem to hate the young commissioner anymore.

But he was also a little confused at this time, "But you see, I am like this, will Mr. Lynch meet me?"

The commissioner looked him up and down, and nodded in agreement, "It's really not that good..." He said, and took out two ten-dollar bills from his pocket, "I'll lend you a loan. Yes, you can thank me, and I accept your thanks."

"Life is hard enough, I just don't want it to happen again!"

At this moment, Mr. Jonathan feels that the world is full of truth, kindness, beauty and love!

A little later, Mr. Jonathan took a shower and rented a suit from the street—some people specialize in this kind of business where the poor live, and they put some really not too fancy Clothes are rented to some poor people in the form of daily rent.

People will always have good luck, or encounter some things that are related to good luck. For example, they have received an interview notice from a large company or a university, but they lack a set of skills that cannot be said to be decent, only decent clothes.

Then at this time, they can rent a set of clothes from these people that will definitely not fit, but at least ostensibly pass.

This is the most embarrassing time Mr. Jonathan has ever seen. He appeared outside the luxurious villa wearing clothes that many people have worn and with a greasy neckline.

He had never felt that he was so out of tune with this kind of life. The cold wind blowing on the lake not far away made him gradually come out of some unrealistic fantasy.

Now what he is thinking about is what the commissioner told him, sell the factory to Mr. Lynch, get rid of the bank debt as much as possible, then find a job, or start a new business, start a new life, and Say goodbye to the past.

In the morning he thought Mr. Anderson was stupid, but now he thinks that Mr. Anderson is very smart, at least he has started a new life and he is still struggling.

After waiting for about five minutes, a servant who was dressed ashamed of his clothes appeared in front of him, "Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in the side hall, please come with me..."

Bowing his head, he followed the servant and passed through those luxurious rooms. The slap between reality and ideal made him a little numb.

Finally, he met Mr. Lynch.

Lynch was on the phone when he saw Mr. Jonathan, pointed to the door behind him, and looked at him.

It was just an eye contact, and Mr. Jonathan understood that Mr. Lynch asked him to avoid him a little bit. He politely with a very understanding and pleasing smile resisted the helplessness in his heart, and bowed out of the room.

He never realized he did that~IndoMTL.com~ He thought he would never bend over in his life.

I don't know how long it took, maybe three or five minutes or a little longer, the door opened, and when he turned his head, he saw Lynch, as young as the TV, exuding vitality.

"Mr. Jonathan, I'm very sorry. I had an important phone call just now. I have to ask you to leave. I hope you can forgive my rudeness."

Lynch's language, demeanor, smile, and what he said made people feel as if they were bathing in the wild hillside where spring flowers were blooming, and slowly ran down from the hillside. The drop made running without much physical effort. , the breeze blowing on the face, blowing away the coldness of winter, blowing into people's hearts, blowing away the haze of depression...

In an instant, a smile appeared on Mr. Jonathan's face. He bowed slightly humbly and stretched out his hands to hold Lynch's hand tightly. A big man like Mr. Lynch could tell him for his actions. Apologize, this is restraint!

"It's a great honor to be interviewed by you, Mr. Lynch!" he said, with some self-respected gratitude and an indescribable sigh.

On the contrary, Lynch is tall and straight, with a straight spine like a pillar standing on the ground. With a proper, polite smile on his face, his eyelids are lowered slightly, looking down at the age in front of him who can be him Father's man, said in a very ordinary tone, "You are too kind, Mr. Jonathan!"

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