Chapter 512: Bankruptcy

Three days passed by in a blink of an eye. Jiang Pengfei finally let his mother spend her birthday comfortably. It was also on this day that Dongli opened the market. Zhu Suosuo wanted to sell Xie Hongzu's house. Because of being late, it was bought by Ye Jinyan's friend. Let's go, she went to drink with others, apologized, and showed her sincerity. A friend of Xie Hongzu decided to buy two sets.

There were no surprises on the big wave side. The customer introduced by Wang Yan simply paid the full amount and sold two sets in total. So that night, it was Da Lang who accompanied Mr. Wang. After all, Zhu Suosuo was drinking with Xie Hongzu there...

In the Jiang family, Jiang Pengfei sat on the sofa on the first floor early in the morning and drank his 8,000-yuan Jin Junmei. To be precise, he didn't sleep at all. The family had a happy meal yesterday, and today he was going to tell his family that he, a prodigal, had lost all his family property, and the family was going to move to a rental house in despair. How could he sleep?

But what should come will always come, and what should be faced will always be faced, and it is not up to him.

The old lady is old and gets up very early. She tidied up and came out, and was a little surprised to see her old son sitting quietly in the living room: "Son, why did you get up so early? Did something happen?"

"I have something to say. When Dai Yin and her daughter get up, I'll tell you together." Jiang Pengfei shook his head, stood up and helped his mother sit down: "Mom, sit down first, and I'll buy it for you. Come on, let’s buy your favorite Xiaolong, okay?”

The old lady still has some experience in the city, and of course she has seen more. Why is there an old lady living alone in the house? Isn't this the reason before? So strictly speaking, it is still a little inaccurate that the old lady has enjoyed it all her life. Of course, the family may have a strong financial background, and it may not necessarily include some gold bars or something. Suffering is certain, but it’s hard to say which step you will suffer.

But no matter what, this old lady has experienced big storms and had her ups and downs. So even though she looked at her son with a dying look on his face, she still did not ask anxiously. Instead, she gently patted the back of her old son's hand and rubbed his head: "Okay, I will listen to you. Look at your messy hair. , wash up and go out. You have to live a decent life, don’t be slovenly, there is nothing you can’t live with.”

Jiang Pengfei grinned and nodded, turned around and took off his glasses to wash up, and then went out to buy breakfast.

When he went out to buy breakfast and came back, it was already after seven o'clock. Dai Yin was also sitting in the living room, fully dressed, playing with her mobile phone. The old lady was sitting under the shed in the small courtyard outside, drinking morning tea, unwilling to look at her daughter-in-law. …

"Nan Sun and Suo Suo haven't woken up yet?"

"No."

"Go and call them down. I bought breakfast for everyone to eat together. I also have something to tell you." Jiang Pengfei didn't care about Dai Yin's expression. He sighed and turned around to take the packed breakfast to the kitchen. I don't care. If you like to eat in plastic bags or lunch boxes, take them out and put them on plates or bowls.

Taking a sideways look at Jiang Pengfei, Dai Yin already had some bad premonitions in her heart. Of course, this premonition didn't come just now. She had it for a long time. However, recently Jiang Pengfei took away the car again, begged her mother for money, and asked her for money. The matter of taking money made her know that this prodigal son was finally unable to survive...

She was not surprised, but even today, she still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, since she entered the Jiang family, she had not suffered from poverty for more than 20 years. Sighing, she got up and went to the attic, waking up Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo from their deep sleep.

Jiang Nansun was angry when he got up. He glanced confusedly at Zhu Suosuo beside him who was anxious to get dressed and got up, and groaned: "What's wrong? Mom? Why did you wake me up so early in the morning?"

"Your dad got up early in the morning and went out to buy breakfast. He asked me to call you down for dinner. He has something to say."

"What's going on?"

"Maybe..." Dai Yin sang in one breath: "Maybe he's going to go bankrupt..."

Jiang Nansun was stunned for a moment, opened her eyes suddenly, and looked at Zhu Suosuo, who had stopped putting on clothes. She sat up and wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say because she had already thought of it. this day.

However, Zhu Suosuo bent down and pulled up his tight jeans, and pushed his hair back: "Auntie, do you want my help? I sold one set last month, two sets this month, and some of my own... The total savings are about 400,000."

"Susuosuo, you have your heart. But I don't know what will happen now. Let's listen to what your Uncle Jiang has to say." Dai Yin patted Zhu Suosuo on the shoulder: "Okay, you two should get up and wash up quickly, and go downstairs to listen. Let’s see what’s going on, I hope I’m wrong.”

Watching Dai Yin open the door and leave, Zhu Suosuo turned to look at his good sisters: "Nan Sun..."

Jiang Nansun shook his head and smiled brightly: "It's okay, Suo Suo, you don't have to worry about me. I have already thought of this day, and it doesn't matter if I don't have the money, it also saves my dad from having to worry about it."

"I'm afraid that uncle owes too much money and won't be able to make up the hole. Then you will have to follow suit."

"It's okay. I still have you here. You won't ignore me, right?"

"Of course, that's for sure. I won't care about you, let alone you."

"Okay, hurry up and wash up. Don't you still have to go to the sales office to sign the contract? I'll go down first to see what's going on." As he spoke, Jiang Nansun got dressed, holding his mobile phone in one hand and scratching his head in the other. He walked downstairs without hesitation.

In the restaurant downstairs, the old lady was still sitting in the main seat, eating elegantly. Jiang Pengfei was serving her with his mouth full. Opposite him was Dai Yin, eating sporadically.

Jiang Nansun sat down next to her mother and asked, "Dad, what's the matter so early in the morning?"

"Where's Suosuo?"

"She's washing up. She has to go to work soon. Just tell me what's the matter."

Jiang Pengfei sighed and looked at the three women in his life who had grown up in front of him: "Mom, Dai Yin, Nansun, I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry, I screwed up. I'm a prodigal son. I've ruined our family..."

The old lady paused while drinking porridge and slowly put down the bowl. Dai Yin ate the buns in the bowl, chewing and wiping the corners of her mouth with paper. Jiang Nansun didn't move her chopsticks at all. She folded her hands and placed them horizontally on the table, like a primary school student.

Glancing at her daughter-in-law and granddaughter who didn't react much, the old lady sighed. In fact, she also had a number. She also knew that the problem was hers. She just spoiled her son all his life, and she couldn't control him or be cruel. It was what she deserved.

She looked at her son who was already in tears and shook her head: "Son, I knew this day would come. Your wife and your daughter also knew this day would come. Finally, we have spent all our wealth, and you have become obedient. It's okay, son, tell me, how badly have we lost it? Can we still survive in the future?"

She was in her seventies and eighties, and her son was in his fifties, so there was no need to blame him. It was just a little miscalculated. She thought that the family would be squandered only after she died, but she didn't expect that she would not die well at the last minute. But after all, he is her biological son, and she is old and useless, what can she do...

Jiang Pengfei looked at the reactions of his biological mother, wife, and daughter, took off his glasses and wiped his tears: "I have borrowed money from others in the past few years..."

"What? You lost the house?" The old lady never thought that she would lose so much. She calmed down and let out a long breath: "The house is still worth some money. We can sell the house and buy a smaller one to live. Now the house is gone, the money is gone, then where will our family live in the future? How to live? And do you still have to bear the debt? How can we pay it back?"

Blowing his nose, Jiang Pengfei shook his head and said: "No, Mom, Dai Yin, Nansun, don't worry, I won't let you suffer. The money can be paid back, but our house can't be kept, and our living standards may decline in the future. Speaking of which, it was Wang Yan who helped me Ah, the 5 million I invested in him before is safe, and there are dividends every year.

I have contacted him before, and he will help me deal with this matter. He will first take out a sum of money to release our house from mortgage, and then send Aunt Li who lives in our house away, pack up and sell the house, and the extra money, plus the money I have left, will just be enough to pay off the debt. This afternoon, the people I borrowed money from will come, and Wang Yan will bring a lawyer to talk to them and try to waive the late payment fee and interest.

I have rented a three-bedroom house a little further away. After today, we will pack up and move there. Suosuo, if you continue to live here, you can move to the new house we rented. Although it is smaller, there is room. "

Jiang Pengfei spoke more and more fluently. The most difficult thing is to open his mouth. The rest of the words are much easier to say. And it has come to this point, and he has to say it. It was also Wang Yan who helped to hold him back. He felt much better, and he was not forced to run away by the debt collectors, leaving only three women to face it.

Zhu Suosuo came down when Jiang Pengfei was halfway through. She glanced at the other people and shook her head and said, "Uncle, I have caused you a lot of trouble. I have made money now. I was planning to move out before, but I just didn't have time to find a house. I happened to be free recently, so I went to see a house and moved out. Uncle, you don't have to worry about me. I just told Auntie that I still have some money here. If you need it, just talk. I'll leave first. The customer is waiting to sign the order. Grandma, uncle and aunt, Nansun, call me if you have anything. I will be back in the afternoon after I finish the formalities."

After saying hello, Zhu Suosuo got up and left. It was 200,000 yuan, and she couldn't delay. Of course, she didn't forget to call Wang Yan to ask if Jiang Pengfei's situation was really as he said.

It was the plot that brought Zhu Suosuo and Jiang Nansun together, and it was the plot that made the friendship between Zhu Suosuo and Jiang Nansun so good. As the saying goes, whores are ruthless and actors are righteous. The class gap between Zhu Suosuo and Jiang Nansun destined that the two could not play together. On the other hand, even if they played together, they were plastic sisters. Now that she heard the news of the Jiang family's bankruptcy, she should not give money to help, but should be secretly happy.

Jealousy is the original sin.

She ran away from her mother when she was young, her biological mother drifted on the sea when she grew up, and she was dependent on other people's families. She still had no money. In recent years, she has been with so many men and spent herself. Jiang Nansun, with both parents and a lot of family wealth, has been raised in a high-end environment since she was a child. The people she knows are either rich or noble. The clothes she wears are all high-end brands, and she has never considered money. It is this strong contrast that destined Zhu Suosuo to dislike Jiang Nansun, a white lotus who is high above...

But now Zhu Suosuo is stabbing in the back, that's another story.

Watching Zhu Suosuo leave, Jiang Nansun held up her phone and said, "I'll call Zhang Anren over. He can help if anything happens."

Jiang Pengfei looked at his daughter and wanted to scold her. After all, what could Zhang Anren do to help? The one who can help them is Wang Yan. It was not that he had no hope of becoming a son-in-law, but his good daughter herself ruined it. He didn't know what Zhang Anren, the one who wanted nothing, could do. He just wanted to see their plight with his own eyes.

But by this time, his father's authority was gone, so his thousands of words turned into a long and weak sigh: "It's up to you..."

"How much will the annual dividend be for the five million invested in Wang Yan?" The old lady continued to eat, and she had already begun to care about her future life.

"About one million, it's enough for us to live on."

"It's okay, I finally have a way out." The old lady nodded: "Son, it's okay, don't cry. Mom doesn't blame you, but don't trade in stocks anymore..."

"I won't trade in stocks anymore, I won't trade in stocks anymore..." His mother's gentle words of comfort made Jiang Pengfei feel even more guilty. He covered his face with his hands and burst into tears...

"Okay, Pengfei, you're not young anymore. Things have come to this, what's the use of crying?" Dai Yin sighed: "Let's eat. After dinner, let's clean up the house, pack the furniture, and sell the house. The sooner we can free up, The better. Did Wang Yan buy our house?"

Jiang Pengfei wiped his tears: "No, he just loaned us a sum of money to make ends meet. He will only buy it if it hasn't been sold after a month of listing."

"Of all the people you've known over the years, this one is reliable. He left us a way out and helped us solve our troubles. Otherwise, we don't know what would happen if debt collectors kept coming again and again."

"Dad, we don't blame you, really. As long as you wake up, stop trading in stocks, take good care of your grandma, and live a good life with my mother, that's fine. Besides, Wang Yan still has the money you invested, and you will still be there in the future. We don’t have to worry about food and clothing. You are wise and have left room for our family. Dad, let’s eat, we are going to start a new life.”

The family's lack of criticism made Jiang Pengfei even more sad. Because there is no greater sorrow than heartbreak, and I didn't even bother to say a few words to him, I was disappointed in him a long time ago. It's ridiculous that he didn't react until now. He had nothing to say, he just shed tears and ate with big mouthfuls...

Taking the bus to the subway station, the subway station changed two lines, and after walking for a while, Zhang Anren quickly arrived at the entrance of the alley where Jiang's house was located. He looked at the time and it was almost nine o'clock. Perhaps because he knew the psychological reasons for the situation, when he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he felt an aura of decay and decay rushing towards his face. He walked towards the alley...

Jiang Pengfei disliked him for being poor, disliked the fact that his house was far away, disliked his useless work, and looked down upon him in various ways. Of course he was unhappy. Now that he had messed up and lost all his wealth, he felt a little satisfied. In the past, he was asked to sell his house, but he was told that he couldn't do it. Now it's time for everyone to do the same, and he still has a house.

Of course, no matter how happy he was, he couldn't show it, so when he saw Jiang Pengfei sitting there in a daze, he still smiled politely and nodded: "Uncle, I'm here."

Jiang Pengfei came back to his senses and looked at the hateful boy in front of him. He knew that this boy must be laughing at him, gloating about his misfortune, and watching his excitement. He didn't care about it and waved his hand: "Nan Sun is packing things upstairs. You can go up by yourself..."

After saying that, he ignored it and started playing with the tea set to make tea, calming and refreshing.

"Okay, uncle, let me go up and take a look first."

Zhang Anren didn't say anything. He didn't feel happy if he didn't look for it. He turned around and followed the stairs to the attic on the top floor. The door of the room was wide open, and Jiang Nansun was unloading various clothes and shoes.

"You're here, come in." Looking at Zhang Anren standing at the door, Jiang Nansun pointed to the stool and motioned for him to sit down: "You're here on the subway, right?"

"Well, are uncle, aunt, and grandma okay?"

Jiang Nansun smiled. She didn't know whether it was because Zhang Anren was saving money at this time or because of the failure of Xiao's family. She said: "It's all okay. In fact, we have already thought about this scene today, and it's not a big deal. It's just me. Dad, he knows he regrets it and is blaming himself now.”

"You didn't give me any details when you sent me a message. How much money do you owe? How will you deal with it? What are your plans for the future?"

After telling him roughly how much money his father owed and the house, etc., Jiang Nansun said: "My dad came to Wang Yan a few days ago, and Wang Yan promised to help pay a sum of money to release the house. After selling it, the rest will be left." The money owed to those companies can be repaid. In addition, didn't I tell you once before that my father invested five million in Wang Yan's private equity fund, and this money was retained. With dividends, I can live a good life. At least my grandma and my parents don't have to suffer.

So what other plans do you have for the future? I can only hope that my dad can live an honest life after learning this lesson. As long as he doesn't make any more investments, he can still get by. In the past, you always said that I grew up in a honeypot, but you don’t say that now, right? As Suosuo said, everyone has their own sufferings. "

"Our sufferings are different. People like me come to a strange city alone to study, survive, gain a foothold, and be recognized by others. Our sufferings are no longer on the same level." Zhang Anren shook his head and said: "Just Like now, your dad has lost so much, but still left five million. I learned before that Wang Yan's private equity fund ranks at the top of tens of thousands of private equity companies across the country every year. With dividends, you can also earn hundreds of thousands in income. This money is enough for your family to live well in any city in China.

Even so, the current conditions of your family are beyond the reach of many people, including me. Your living conditions will not change much compared to before, they are still very generous. So you say, how do our sufferings compare? "

Jiang Nansun did not dwell on this topic anymore, and instead told Zhang Anren about the messy bankruptcy experience, and then suddenly asked: "If you could choose, what kind of life do you want?"

Zhang Anren was silent for a moment and then said, "Do you still remember Wang Yongzheng?"

remember? Of course Jiang Nansun remembered, she asked: "Don't you hate him the most?"

...Zhang Anren was silent again, because if he remembered correctly, he had always been kind to others. It was Jiang Nansun who complained that he hated Wang Yongzheng the most, and then little by little, it was because of Jiang Nansun and the fact that the two were staying in school as rivals. Because of this, I started to look down on him, so I finally reported him. He admitted that there were personal reasons, but Jiang Nansun's reasons were also a big part of it.

He shook his head and said, "Everything I fought for, he was born with."

"He's not very rich."

"That has to be looked at relatively. An X6 costs 700,000 to 800,000 yuan, or 800,000 to 900,000 yuan, which is not something I can afford. And it also has what I want to have most, freedom and confidence. As I said before Regarding the report, why did he dare to change the paint supplier without approval? You said that he was pursuing perfection, but that was also justified. He didn't care at all and he was not afraid of the consequences.

Why not afraid? Because he has a way out, but I don't. If I were the one who chose the paint at that time, I might choose the one in the purchasing catalog that is the most similar and looks harmonious. Why? Because I have no way out. So I can only do things as well as possible, rather than pursuing what you call perfection, which is not worth the risk. "

Jiang Nansun was silent for a moment, stopped what he was doing, and looked at him: "I've never heard you complain before."

"There's no need to complain. What's the point of speaking out? Why don't we just grit our teeth and keep doing it?" Zhang Anren stood up: "Okay, let's not talk anymore. Let's see if there is anything I can do to help?"

What needs help most now is money, and everything else is of no use... Jiang Nansun smiled: "Just sit down. There are books and architectural manuscripts there. If you are bored, just read them and pass the time."

Zhang Anren thought for a while: "I'd better go downstairs and sit with my uncle. He should be very uncomfortable now."

…

The debt collector was very punctual. Just five minutes before one o'clock, there was a knock on the old wooden door.

"I'll open the door."

Zhang Anren, who was silently looking at Jiang Pengfei, stood up and went to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he startled his boss. I saw people moving around outside, probably dozens of people.

First, a man in a suit came forward politely: "We are looking for Jiang Pengfei. We made an appointment before. Is he at home?"

Zhang Anren felt a little embarrassed when he looked at so many people. After all, he was just an ordinary person who worked hard on a normal track. He had never experienced such a battle. When asked, he just nodded blankly, without his usual thoughtfulness.

"Please give way." The man politely pushed him to the door and walked in first. Fortunately, not everyone went in, only the eight leaders, and the rest stood outside waiting.

Seeing this, Zhang Anren didn't close the door again, turned around and walked back.

The person who wanted the bill saw Jiang Pengfei sitting there and making a call on his mobile phone. They looked at each other and the leader asked again: "Mr. Jiang, you called all of us over, and now you are silent again." , what do you mean? Are you calling the police to entertain us? We are doing it legally, and it will be useless if the police come."

"No, no, how dare I entertain you. It's just that I'm not talking to you today, I'm calling him, you... Hey, Wang Yan, where have you been? They are already here. Well, okay, I understand." Jiang Pengfei put down the phone and tried to calm down: "Just wait a moment, he will be here in ten minutes. Nansun, take your mother and grandma into the house."

He glanced at Zhang Anren, who was sitting next to him, and said nothing, just waving to Jiang Nansun and the others.

At this moment, Zhu Suosuo walked in with a frosty face, reached Jiang Nansun's side and held her hand, but Jiang Nansun felt the sweat on Zhu Suosuo's hands.

"Nansun, aunt, grandma, let's go into the house and stay there. Didn't uncle just say that Wang Yan will be here in ten minutes, so don't stand here."

Under the watchful eyes of a group of debt collectors, Zhu Suosuo pulled several women into the old lady's room on the first floor. They looked shocked, but the slamming door still revealed their panic.

People are like that, they don't have strong confidence, there are few people and there are many people, they are always nervous. Not to mention anything else, just dozens of colleagues from the same company, when they came up to talk, their hearts would beat wildly. What's more, the current situation is that there are more than a dozen strong, powerful and arrogant men outside. In the room, there are eight men who are not so easy to get along with at first glance. Although they know that society is governed by law, they can't help being afraid. This is the real lack of security.

In the room, the eight men did not speak, sitting or standing each playing with their mobile phones. Jiang Pengfei and Zhang Anren sat next to each other, feeling the eyes of eight people falling on him from time to time, and trying to control his breathing.

For a moment, the room was extremely depressing. This kind of silence, in the contrast between the strengths and weaknesses of the two sides at this moment, makes Jiang Pengfei and Zhang Anren extremely tortured. It seems that the flow of time has slowed down, as if time has been stretched infinitely. They have never felt that time is as slow as it is now... …

Fortunately, they did not bear this pain for too long, because Wang Yan always kept his word. With the blaring of car horns, the low-pitched curses of a group of people outside, and the muffled sound of several car door switches, Jiang Pengfei and Zhang Anren let out a sigh of relief and stood up, looking expectantly towards the door.

Wang Yan was swaying in front of him in casual clothes, followed by a man wearing glasses, a neatly slicked back, a long-sleeved shirt and a patterned tie, and holding a black briefcase in his hand.

"Sorry, Uncle Jiang, there was some traffic on the road, so I came a little late." Wang Yan walked in with a smile, held Jiang Pengfei's trembling and sweaty hands, and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, it's okay. Leave it to me."

As he spoke, he raised his head to Zhang Anren, who was sweating on his forehead, as a greeting. This kid is now considered to be picked up. After all, Jiang Nansun and the others originally wanted to live in Sanlin at this time, but he refused, which was also a reason for the breakup. But it is only one of the reasons, there are many more, not this one, so the points are still scored.

Maybe he heard the noise, and the door that had been closed opened wide, revealing the figures of Zhu Suosuo and Jiang Nansun. They met Wang Yan's eyes, and then he took a deep breath, opened the door completely, and stood at the door and watched. How to deal with it.

Wang Yan ignored them and casually patted one of the men sitting on the single sofa: "Come on, give way. This is my lawyer. Let him sit down first and let's have a good talk."

Seeing that the man didn't move, and even looked at him provocatively, Wang Yan shook his head. He understood very well. After all, he wanted money. Although he couldn't do anything due to the rule of law in society, what could he do if he just sat there and didn't move? And maybe when he came over, he drove to scare the group of people outside, and the way he looked after coming in made them a little unhappy and thought he was too pretentious.

But understanding is understanding, Wang Yan still has to give this guy who disrespects him some color, because what we are talking about is money. Now that they have a large number of people, they may have some psychological advantages. This is not good and is not good for talking about money. So he held the man's collar with one hand with a smile, and in the eyes of others who saw the ghost, he lifted him up without even bending his arms.

The man's feet were off the ground and he was struggling. Wang Yan put him aside before he could explode, and politely helped him straighten his wrinkled collar: "You also work for others, we don't There’s no need to be disgusting now if you don’t pay back the money, right? Even if you are the creditor, there’s no need to make it so ugly, right?”

After saying that, he ignored the troublemaker and asked the lawyer to sit there. Then he turned back and pointed at the person sitting on the single sofa opposite, motioning for him to step aside. With Fang Cai's lesson learned, this guy didn't dare to cause trouble, so he drove to the side and stood still.

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction, walked over and sat down, nestled on the sofa, crossed his legs, looked at the group of surprised people in front of him, and said calmly: "Bring out the IOU and the contract, let me take a look. How much money is owed?”

The lawyer sitting opposite also opened his briefcase, took out pen and paper, and a professional calculator, placed them on the table one by one, shook his neck habitually, adjusted his tie, and pushed He adjusted his glasses: "Who comes first?"

The eight debt collectors, look at me and I look at you. The boy who was picked up by Wang Yan said, "I come first, mine is the least..."

When lending money, you must be prepared for bad debts. I didn't know that Jiang Pengfei had borrowed so much before, but now that we have seen each other and asked how much we all owe, we can figure it out.

So basically there is no need to talk about it, just show your attitude. Either, only the principal is repaid, or not a penny is paid.

So what else can they do? It would be nice to get your money back. Even a loan shark opened by a gangster leader will not cause trouble for himself. It is better to do less than to do more. If you don't pay, you will make a profit.

Besides, Wang Yan's first two words really calmed them down. He was smoking a cigarette, playing with the tea set and drinking tea, with a smile on his face. He was not afraid of the more than 20 of them, giving people a very awesome feeling. . Thinking about the past situation of the Jiang family, it is natural to have an awesome friend.

One party is determined to pay back the money, and the other party does not want to cause trouble anymore.

Wang Yan pretended to be cool and solved it easily...

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