blackstone code

Chapter 531 Turning into a Spring Breeze

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

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

When the young man was talking, he had already opened the file bag and took out the files. While checking the files, he continued to ask questions such as "Mr. Jonathan, are you sure that your consciousness is awake now?", "Are you Can you simply calculate... the results of these few 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. I am communicating with you on behalf of the Sabin City Branch of Jinhui Bank. question……"

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

"Mr. Jonathan..."

In the next period of time, Mr. Jonathan began to experience palpitations, tinnitus, and dizziness. He felt that his head was getting bigger and bigger, and the whole world could not accommodate his head. As the young bank special agent kept talking, his Heads can explode anytime, anywhere!

In this extremely painful process, he has understood what the young man meant, because he violated the loan contract with Jinhui Bank, the bank decided to terminate their loan relationship and recover all the loans and loans Interest accrued during the borrowing process.

To put it simply, the bank found that there was not enough money in Mr. Jonathan's name to pay what he owed to the bank, so now the federal law empowers the bank to auction off the property under Mr. Jonathan's name.

Now the special commissioner is only ordered to tell Mr. Jonathan that he has nothing but this apartment, including his factory, his products, and his dream, all of which will be auctioned off legally to repay the bank loan.

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.

It was as if there was a high-pressure water pump in his body, continuously pumping blood to the top of his head, and the blood hit him wave after wave, and he could feel that the blood vessels on his head would explode anytime, anywhere.

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

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

His vision also began to blur, and his blood pressure raised the pressure in his eyes, making his eyes swollen and blurry.

At this moment, the last thought in his mind was that he was finished.

Decades of life, a lifetime of dreams, and persistence until now are complete!
Looking at the bank special agent who began to distort in front of him, a kind of destructive and self-destructive impulse was brewing in Mr. Jonathan's heart, which made his expression terrifying and ferocious. He wanted to kill this young man who ruined his beautiful morning. People, and then jump off the stairs to end this nonsense life!
Just as he clenched the pen on the table and was about to do something he never thought he would do, he suddenly froze for a moment.

The tinnitus and auditory hallucinations disappeared, and the blood pressure was dropping rapidly. He rubbed his eyes, then slapped his cheeks, and looked at the bank commissioner fiercely, "What the hell did you just say?"

The bank commissioner took a step back calmly, "I just said that if we auction your property through formal judicial procedures, the proceeds from the auction may not be able to make up for the money you owe the bank, and the bank may force you Go to some companies to work to repay this part of the arrears."

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

The commissioner immediately showed a clear expression, "Our conversation is over here, can I turn off the tape recorder?" He nodded to Mr. Jonathan, smiled kindly, and whispered in his ear. A listening posture.

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

After the young commissioner turned off the recorder, he said to him, "I just said that Mr. Lynch is very concerned about these local companies that are about to be liquidated. I heard that he is planning to acquire some companies to help business owners settle their accounts with banks. Between loans, maybe this is your chance."

He looked at Mr. Jonathan pointedly. At this time, Mr. Jonathan had completely ignored the meaning of the commissioner's words. He hurriedly asked, "Is it the Mr. Lynch that we all know?"

While packing up his things, the young bank commissioner nodded and said yes, "That's what you said, young leader, Mr. Lynch."

"Look, I'm a bank worker, but I don't want anyone to be unlucky, it doesn't do me any good."

"I've looked at your properties. They might be worth a little money when the market is good, but now, they don't even have half the money you owe the bank. Even if you sell these things, you still owe the bank a large amount." money."

"You have no factory, no hope, and the future is gloomy..." The bank commissioner looked at Mr. Jonathan and stopped working, "You can't resist the bank. I know their methods very well. Instead of being caught by this A huge debt is arranged for a lifetime, why not try your luck with Mr. Lynch."

Thinking of the victim from the perspective of the victim, this method can easily be recognized by the victim, at least Mr. Jonathan, who feels that the young commissioner seems to be less annoying.

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

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

"Life is hard enough, I just don't want any more tragedies to happen!"

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

A little later, Mr. Jonathan took a shower and rented a set of clothes from the street—some people in places where poor people live specialize in this kind of business. It is rented to some poor people in the form of daily rent.

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

Then at this time, they can rent a set of clothes from these people that definitely don't fit, but at least seem to pass.

This was the most embarrassing time for Mr. Jonathan ever. He appeared outside the luxurious villa wearing clothes worn by countless people with a greasy neckline.

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

What he is thinking now is what the commissioner told him, sell the factory to Mr. Lynch, get rid of the bank's 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 thought Mr. Anderson was smart, at least he had started a new life, and he was still struggling.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, a servant dressed in clothes that made him ashamed of his outfit appeared in front of him, "Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in the side hall, please follow me..."

With his head lowered, he followed the servant 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, he pointed to the door behind him and looked at him.

With just an eye contact, Mr. Jonathan understood that Mr. Lynch asked him to avoid him a little bit. He politely suppressed the helplessness in his heart with a very understanding and flattering smile, and stooped to leave the room.

He never realized that he did that, he thought he would never bend over in his life.

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

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

Lynch's language, demeanor, smile, and what he said at this time made people feel as if they were bathed in the warmth of spring on a wild hillside, running down the hillside slowly. On the face, it blows away the coldness of winter, blows into people's hearts, and blows away the gloomy haze...

In an instant, a smile appeared on Mr. Jonathan's face. He humbly bent over slightly, and stretched out his hands to hold Lynch's hand tightly. It's great that a big man like Mr. Lynch can apologize to him for his actions. It is self-restraint!

"It's a great honor to be interviewed by you, Mr. Lynch!", he said, with some gratitude that retained his self-esteem, and a trace of sigh that couldn't be explained.

On the contrary, Lynch is tall and straight, with a straight spine like a pillar, with a proper, polite smile on his face, slightly lowered eyelids, looking down at the man in front of him who is old enough to be his father , said in a very ordinary tone, "You are too polite, Mr. Jonathan!"

(End of this chapter)