blackstone code

Chapter 530 Everything Will Be Alright

A man wearing a ripped vest sat up from a creaking bed, his face full of decadence.

The quilt cover, which was supposed to be a light-colored silk-like fabric, has now turned black, especially the two ends of the cup, which are translucent black and covered with a layer of black sludge.

Whenever he can't bear it himself, he will change the quilt, but in this situation, it doesn't make much sense for him to change it or not.

He stretched himself out, scratched the itchy armpit hair, and then shivered. He didn't feel it when he got out of the bed, but now he felt cold.

There is actually heating in the room, and he shares the same heating pipe with the surrounding neighbors to ensure the indoor temperature, which is also a new measure this winter.

In order to prevent some people who suddenly became poor and lacked the cold resistance experience from freezing to death one morning, the mayor provided public heating services to some people who needed heating, but the effect was not very good, and sometimes it was on in the middle of the night. Will stop for a while.

But it's not bad, at least it can make people sleep without shivering.

He changed into the clothes that hadn't been washed for a long time and exuded a strong smell, squeezed into the bathroom through the narrow door, and then 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 already foreshadowed. At that time, he was still living in a luxurious single-family villa, surrounded by restless servants, and his little wife, who was almost 30 years younger than him Looking at him with eyes, it seems that everything he said is the truth.

When the disaster really happened, he said the same, everything will be fine.

At that time, he dismissed all the servants in the family, and he couldn't continue to squander the little cash in his hand to pay those expensive salaries.

His wife, who was 30 years younger than him, looked at him suspiciously, as if he was not sure whether he was telling the truth or deceiving himself.

When the disaster happened for a while, he still said that everything will be fine.

His villa was taken back by the bank, and he was kicked out of his home by the bankers. His wife, who is almost 30 years younger than him, hardly prepared him and took him to court for divorce on the grounds that he could not Give her enough satisfaction in sex life.

In the end, he did not confront Bo in court with his little wife who was more than 30 years younger than him and praised him for being "great" countless nights, because he couldn't afford a lawyer, and that would only make his situation worse.

He was deprived of almost everything in his hands. Fortunately, he still has such a small house, which was used by the government to house him. It was only after he asked someone to find a relationship that he was eligible to live in it.

He has nothing but a factory and a lot of leftovers that have been produced and no one is willing to pay for!
At this time, when he gets up and looks in the mirror every day, he will say that sentence as always, "Everything will be fine!"

He firmly believes in this. Didn’t the newspapers say that the Federation has found a way to revive the economy, and the joint development work between the Federation and Nagalil has made unprecedented progress, and the dividends brought by helping other countries develop are enough Let the Federation quickly recover to before the economic recession, and this society will become a beautiful world again.

At that time, he can live in a big house again, hire countless servants, and then find a girl 40 years younger than himself to be 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!"

Struggle to squeeze through the narrow door again... This kind of apartment with almost no rent is not for people to enjoy life, but for people to have a place to survive, so the squeeze on space is a matter of course.

He walked to the window of the living room, opened the window, and the cold air from outside the window rushed in instantly, and he had to wrap his clothes around his body.

Through the window sill, the bright sunshine outside the window shines in, even in the cold winter, it can also warm people for a while.

He walked to the door on one side, picked up a newspaper from the ground, and then made himself a pot of the cheapest coffee—a few cheapest coffee beans were crushed with stones, and they were directly put in without filtering. Cooked in a pot, this kind of coffee cannot actually be called coffee, it should be said to be the water for boiling beans, but this is also his only drink.

I put a small bag of relief food received from the rescue station in the coffee pot and heat it up. The aluminum packaging allows it to be heated through water without worrying about any problems.

A few minutes later, he was sitting at the table with the coffee pot in his hand, basking in the sun, sipping coffee, reading the latest newspaper, and squeezing the relief food like poop into his mouth.

"Hello, Mr. Jonathan..."

Someone passed by his window in the corridor and greeted him, and he responded warmly with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Anderson..."

Looking at the back of Mr. Anderson, 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 overwhelmed him.

Even if the bank is not in a hurry to let him repay the loan, the annual interest alone can make you breathless. He lost and he conceded, so he sold everything and started again. Now Mr. Anderson has Became an insurance salesman, trying to find opportunities to get back up.

Unlike Mr. Anderson, Mr. Jonathan did not sell his factory. He took a gamble, a feeling and thought that he could not describe himself.

With so many people going bankrupt, the Federation will definitely allow banks to suspend the recovery of loans, and even provide low and interest-free interest rates, otherwise many people may not be able to survive.

He had made the right bet, he now had nothing and owed a lot of money, but he still had a chance.

In fact, he has been looking for opportunities. The way he looks for opportunities is to read newspapers every day. He has learned a lot from newspapers, such as the development of Nagalil.

He has a very mysterious intuition, he knows that he will soon become rich again.

The development of Nagalil will definitely make the society over there generate more vigorous material demand when it is getting rich quickly. At that time, the last orders in his factory can be easily sold to those active people with a slight price reduction. international commodity dealers.

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 working again!
This day will not be too far away, he has always believed in this.

After eating the poop, he rinsed his mouth with the last bit of coffee and swallowed it all. The poop meal was not tasty, but this thing is now the last guarantee to maintain his life, and he will not waste a little bit of food!
Just when he was about to take out the door to walk around, a young man in leather shoes and leather shoes suddenly stood outside the door with a suitcase in his hand.

The young man's head was covered with a thick layer of pomade, so that in the cold wind, not a single hair went where it shouldn't go.

Judging from the young man's attire, Jonathan's first reaction was that this guy belonged to the bank, and only bankers like to carry briefcases that look like suitcases but pretend to be briefcases.

They have a lot of documents to carry with them, and some of these documents are really important, and they can't fit in the document bag, they can only be put in the suitcase.

"Look this way!" Jonathan greeted the young man without hesitating for too long.

The young man was stunned for a moment. He took a step back and looked at the door, then looked at the houses on 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 not convinced.

Jonathan stroked his messy hair, "Doesn't it look like it?"

Maybe it's his attitude, maybe it's the aura left by him when he was once rich, the young man believed it, and he also showed some smiles on his face, "It would be great if it was you, I'm from Jinhui Bank Commissioner..."

As he spoke, he opened the briefcase, which was not full of documents, but was divided into left and right parts.

On the left is a tape recorder, the latest model. Its shortcoming is that it does not have a speaker, which means that the person using it does not know what the result of his recording is, and it can only be played with another tape recorder that has a speaker.

On the right is a large pile of documents, sealed in different portfolios, with stamps of different labels on them.

The young man pressed the recording button casually, and opened the first document as he said, "Mr. Jonathan, from this moment on, our conversation will be recorded as valid evidence to be submitted to court if necessary."

"In order to ensure the legality and validity of this recording, I must inform you that it is working, and will record the entire conversation between us on the tape in detail. Now do you know what it does?"

"Can you answer yes, or don't know, or can 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, he swallowed, "I know it's recorded, our conversation will be recorded, yes ?"

The young man nodded in 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 must follow the regulations After completing an inquiry process, you can refuse to answer, including stopping our negotiation, but our existing recording will be used as evidence of your refusal to communicate, and it will be provided to the court and judge if necessary, do you understand?"

A series of courts and judges made Mr. Jonathan even more nervous.

(End of this chapter)