Chapter 531
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"I said... What are you going to do?" Mr. Jonathan shook his body uneasily, so that the loose parts of the chair under his ass creaked when rubbing.
The young man smiled at him. "Don't be nervous, Mr. Jonathan. It's just a routine process. You know, when you want to do something, someone will always ask you why you do it. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a process, but it's a necessary process."
When the young man spoke, he had opened the document bag and took out the documents. While checking the documents, he continued to ask questions such as "Mr. Jonathan, are you sure your consciousness is awake now", "can you simply calculate the results of these numbers" and "do you know your rights and interests".
Finally, after answering a series of questions, the young man took out his business card and gave it to Mr. Jonathan. "Mr. Jonathan, this is my business card. Today, I am communicating with you on behalf of Saibin branch of Jinhui bank..."
Mr. Jonathan picked up the card and looked at it. He vaguely felt that something bad had happened. He nodded.
"Mr. Jonathan..."
In the next period of time, Mr. Jonathan began to appear panic, tinnitus and dizziness. He felt that his head was getting bigger and bigger, and the whole world could not hold his head. With the young bank Commissioner talking constantly, his head could explode anytime and 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 their loan relationship and recover all loans and interest generated in the loan process.
To put it simply, the bank found that Mr. Jonathan's name did not have enough money to pay his arrears to the bank, so now federal law gives the bank the right to auction Mr. Jonathan's property.
Now the special commissioner is only ordered to tell Mr. Jonathan that he has nothing except this apartment, including his factory, his products and his dreams, which will be legally auctioned as auction products to repay bank loans.
Many people may not know what it feels like to have a high blood pressure, and Mr. Jonathan didn't know before.
However, at this moment, he understood.
The body is like a high-pressure water pump, constantly pumping blood to his head. The blood attacks him wave after wave. He can feel that the blood vessels on his head will burst anytime and anywhere.
A more serious auditory hallucination appeared in his ears. He vaguely heard that his wife, who was nearly 30 years younger than him, made up nonsense in front of the media to discredit his ability.
He heard his dead father calling him not far away and asking him what he still missed and why he didn't leave together.
His sight began to blur, his blood pressure increased his intraocular pressure, and his eyes swelled and blurred.
Then a thought came to his mind that he was finished.
Decades of life, a lifetime of dreams, until now insist, completely!
Looking at the bank commissioner who began to distort and deform in front of him, an impulse of destruction and self destruction was brewing in Mr. Jonathan's heart, which made his expression terrible and ferocious. He wanted to kill the young man who ruined his good morning, and then jump down from the upstairs to end his life!
Just as he clenched the pen on the table and was ready to do something he had never thought he would do, suddenly he was stunned.
The tinnitus and auditory hallucination disappeared, and the blood pressure was rapidly decreasing. He rubbed his eyes, then patted his cheek and looked at the bank Commissioner a little fiercely, "what the fuck did you say just now?"
The bank Commissioner quietly stepped back, "I just said that if we take the formal judicial procedure to auction your industry, the auction proceeds may not be able to make up for the money you owe the bank, and the bank may force you to work in some enterprises to repay this part of the arrears."
Mr. Jonathan shook his head. "No, it's not these. I seem to hear you say something else..."
The Commissioner immediately showed a clear look, "this is the end of our conversation. Can I turn off the recording?" he nodded to Mr. Jonathan, showed a kind smile, and made a listening gesture in his ear.
Mr. Jonathan reacted immediately. "I think so. Our conversation is over."
After the young Commissioner turned off the recording mechanism, he said to him, "I just said that Mr. Lynch is very concerned about these local enterprises about to be liquidated. I heard that he is planning to buy some enterprises to help business owners settle their loans with banks. Maybe this is your opportunity."
If he pointed at Mr. Jonathan, who had completely ignored the meaning of the special commissioner's words, he hurriedly asked, "is it Mr. Lynch that we all know?"
The young bank Commissioner nodded and said, "that's what you said, young leader, Mr. Lynch."
"Listen, although I am a bank worker, I don't want anyone to be unfortunate. It's not good for me."
"I've seen your industries. They may still be worth some money when the market is good, but now they're not even half of the money you owe the bank. Even if you sell these things, you still owe the bank a lot of money."
"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 their means. Instead of being arranged for a lifetime by this huge debt, it's better to take a chance with Mr. Lynch."
From the perspective of the victim, this method can easily be recognized by the victim. At least Mr. Jonathan is like this. He feels that the young Commissioner doesn't seem to be so annoying.
But he also had some confusion at this time, "but you see, I'm like this. Will Mr. Lynch meet me?"
The Commissioner looked at him up and down, nodded with some approval, "it's really not very good..." he said and took out two ten dollar bills from his pocket. "I'll lend you. You can thank me, and I accept your thanks."
"Life is hard enough. I just don't want any more tragedies!"
At this moment, Mr. Jonathan felt that the world was full of truth, goodness, beauty and love!
Later, Mr. Jonathan took a bath and rented a suit of clothes from the street - where the poor live, some people specialize in such business. They rent some clothes that are not too high-grade to some poor people in the form of daily rent.
People always have good luck, or encounter something related to good luck. For example, they receive an interview notice from a large company or university, but they lack a set of clothes that can not be said to be decent and can only be said to be decent.
Then at this time, they can rent a suit from these people that absolutely doesn't fit, but at least it can pass on the surface.
It was the most embarrassing time for Mr. Jonathan. He appeared outside the luxurious villa in clothes that many people had worn and some greasy neckline.
He never felt that he was so incompatible with such a life. The cold wind blowing from the lake not far away made him gradually come out of some unrealistic fantasy.
Now what he is thinking is what the special commissioner told him to sell the factory to Mr. Lynch, get rid of the bank debt as much as possible, and 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 Mr. Anderson is smart. At least he has started a new life and he is still struggling.
After waiting for about five minutes, a servant wearing clothes that made him ashamed of his clothes appeared in front of him, "Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in the side hall. Please follow me..."
With his head down, he followed the servant through those luxurious rooms. The slap between reality and ideal hit 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.
Just a eye contact, Mr. Jonathan understood that Mr. Lynch asked him to avoid a little. He politely took a very understanding and flattering smile, endured the helplessness in his heart, and bent down to exit the room.
He never realized that he had done that. He thought he would never bend down in his life.
I don't know how long. Maybe three or five minutes or a little longer, the door opened. When he turned his head, he saw Lynch, as young and energetic as on TV.
"Mr. Jonathan, I'm very sorry. There was a very important call just now. I have to ask you to leave impolitely. I hope you can forgive my rudeness."
Lynch's language, expression, smile and words at this time make people seem to be bathed in the wild hillside with warm flowers in spring, and run down slowly from the hillside. The drop makes it unnecessary to spend too much physical strength to run. The breeze blows on his face, opens the cold of winter, blows into people's hearts and dispels the gloomy haze
In an instant, a smile appeared on Mr. Jonathan's face. He humbly bent slightly, stretched out his hands and held Lynch's hands tightly. A big man like Mr. Lynch can apologize to him for his behavior. This is self-restraint!
"It's a great honor to be received by you, Mr. Lynch!" he said, with some gratitude that preserved his self-esteem and an unspeakable sigh.
On the contrary, Lynch was tall and straight, and his straight back was like a pillar of indomitable spirit. He had an appropriate and polite smile on his face, slightly lowered his eyelids, looked down at the man in front of him who was old enough to be his father, and said in a very ordinary tone, "you're very polite, Mr. Jonathan!"
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"I said... What are you going to do?" Mr. Jonathan shook his body uneasily, so that the loose parts of the chair under his ass creaked when rubbing.
The young man smiled at him. "Don't be nervous, Mr. Jonathan. It's just a routine process. You know, when you want to do something, someone will always ask you why you do it. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a process, but it's a necessary process."
When the young man spoke, he had opened the document bag and took out the documents. While checking the documents, he continued to ask questions such as "Mr. Jonathan, are you sure your consciousness is awake now", "can you simply calculate the results of these numbers" and "do you know your rights and interests".
Finally, after answering a series of questions, the young man took out his business card and gave it to Mr. Jonathan. "Mr. Jonathan, this is my business card. Today, I am communicating with you on behalf of Saibin branch of Jinhui bank..."
Mr. Jonathan picked up the card and looked at it. He vaguely felt that something bad had happened. He nodded.
"Mr. Jonathan..."
In the next period of time, Mr. Jonathan began to appear panic, tinnitus and dizziness. He felt that his head was getting bigger and bigger, and the whole world could not hold his head. With the young bank Commissioner talking constantly, his head could explode anytime and 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 their loan relationship and recover all loans and interest generated in the loan process.
To put it simply, the bank found that Mr. Jonathan's name did not have enough money to pay his arrears to the bank, so now federal law gives the bank the right to auction Mr. Jonathan's property.
Now the special commissioner is only ordered to tell Mr. Jonathan that he has nothing except this apartment, including his factory, his products and his dreams, which will be legally auctioned as auction products to repay bank loans.
Many people may not know what it feels like to have a high blood pressure, and Mr. Jonathan didn't know before.
However, at this moment, he understood.
The body is like a high-pressure water pump, constantly pumping blood to his head. The blood attacks him wave after wave. He can feel that the blood vessels on his head will burst anytime and anywhere.
A more serious auditory hallucination appeared in his ears. He vaguely heard that his wife, who was nearly 30 years younger than him, made up nonsense in front of the media to discredit his ability.
He heard his dead father calling him not far away and asking him what he still missed and why he didn't leave together.
His sight began to blur, his blood pressure increased his intraocular pressure, and his eyes swelled and blurred.
Then a thought came to his mind that he was finished.
Decades of life, a lifetime of dreams, until now insist, completely!
Looking at the bank commissioner who began to distort and deform in front of him, an impulse of destruction and self destruction was brewing in Mr. Jonathan's heart, which made his expression terrible and ferocious. He wanted to kill the young man who ruined his good morning, and then jump down from the upstairs to end his life!
Just as he clenched the pen on the table and was ready to do something he had never thought he would do, suddenly he was stunned.
The tinnitus and auditory hallucination disappeared, and the blood pressure was rapidly decreasing. He rubbed his eyes, then patted his cheek and looked at the bank Commissioner a little fiercely, "what the fuck did you say just now?"
The bank Commissioner quietly stepped back, "I just said that if we take the formal judicial procedure to auction your industry, the auction proceeds may not be able to make up for the money you owe the bank, and the bank may force you to work in some enterprises to repay this part of the arrears."
Mr. Jonathan shook his head. "No, it's not these. I seem to hear you say something else..."
The Commissioner immediately showed a clear look, "this is the end of our conversation. Can I turn off the recording?" he nodded to Mr. Jonathan, showed a kind smile, and made a listening gesture in his ear.
Mr. Jonathan reacted immediately. "I think so. Our conversation is over."
After the young Commissioner turned off the recording mechanism, he said to him, "I just said that Mr. Lynch is very concerned about these local enterprises about to be liquidated. I heard that he is planning to buy some enterprises to help business owners settle their loans with banks. Maybe this is your opportunity."
If he pointed at Mr. Jonathan, who had completely ignored the meaning of the special commissioner's words, he hurriedly asked, "is it Mr. Lynch that we all know?"
The young bank Commissioner nodded and said, "that's what you said, young leader, Mr. Lynch."
"Listen, although I am a bank worker, I don't want anyone to be unfortunate. It's not good for me."
"I've seen your industries. They may still be worth some money when the market is good, but now they're not even half of the money you owe the bank. Even if you sell these things, you still owe the bank a lot of money."
"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 their means. Instead of being arranged for a lifetime by this huge debt, it's better to take a chance with Mr. Lynch."
From the perspective of the victim, this method can easily be recognized by the victim. At least Mr. Jonathan is like this. He feels that the young Commissioner doesn't seem to be so annoying.
But he also had some confusion at this time, "but you see, I'm like this. Will Mr. Lynch meet me?"
The Commissioner looked at him up and down, nodded with some approval, "it's really not very good..." he said and took out two ten dollar bills from his pocket. "I'll lend you. You can thank me, and I accept your thanks."
"Life is hard enough. I just don't want any more tragedies!"
At this moment, Mr. Jonathan felt that the world was full of truth, goodness, beauty and love!
Later, Mr. Jonathan took a bath and rented a suit of clothes from the street - where the poor live, some people specialize in such business. They rent some clothes that are not too high-grade to some poor people in the form of daily rent.
People always have good luck, or encounter something related to good luck. For example, they receive an interview notice from a large company or university, but they lack a set of clothes that can not be said to be decent and can only be said to be decent.
Then at this time, they can rent a suit from these people that absolutely doesn't fit, but at least it can pass on the surface.
It was the most embarrassing time for Mr. Jonathan. He appeared outside the luxurious villa in clothes that many people had worn and some greasy neckline.
He never felt that he was so incompatible with such a life. The cold wind blowing from the lake not far away made him gradually come out of some unrealistic fantasy.
Now what he is thinking is what the special commissioner told him to sell the factory to Mr. Lynch, get rid of the bank debt as much as possible, and 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 Mr. Anderson is smart. At least he has started a new life and he is still struggling.
After waiting for about five minutes, a servant wearing clothes that made him ashamed of his clothes appeared in front of him, "Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in the side hall. Please follow me..."
With his head down, he followed the servant through those luxurious rooms. The slap between reality and ideal hit 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.
Just a eye contact, Mr. Jonathan understood that Mr. Lynch asked him to avoid a little. He politely took a very understanding and flattering smile, endured the helplessness in his heart, and bent down to exit the room.
He never realized that he had done that. He thought he would never bend down in his life.
I don't know how long. Maybe three or five minutes or a little longer, the door opened. When he turned his head, he saw Lynch, as young and energetic as on TV.
"Mr. Jonathan, I'm very sorry. There was a very important call just now. I have to ask you to leave impolitely. I hope you can forgive my rudeness."
Lynch's language, expression, smile and words at this time make people seem to be bathed in the wild hillside with warm flowers in spring, and run down slowly from the hillside. The drop makes it unnecessary to spend too much physical strength to run. The breeze blows on his face, opens the cold of winter, blows into people's hearts and dispels the gloomy haze
In an instant, a smile appeared on Mr. Jonathan's face. He humbly bent slightly, stretched out his hands and held Lynch's hands tightly. A big man like Mr. Lynch can apologize to him for his behavior. This is self-restraint!
"It's a great honor to be received by you, Mr. Lynch!" he said, with some gratitude that preserved his self-esteem and an unspeakable sigh.
On the contrary, Lynch was tall and straight, and his straight back was like a pillar of indomitable spirit. He had an appropriate and polite smile on his face, slightly lowered his eyelids, looked down at the man in front of him who was old enough to be his father, and said in a very ordinary tone, "you're very polite, Mr. Jonathan!"
"I said... What are you going to do?" Mr. Jonathan shook his body uneasily, so that the loose parts of the chair under his ass creaked when rubbing.The young man smiled at him. "Don't be nervous, Mr. Jonathan. It's just a routine process. You know, when you want to do something, someone will always ask you why you do it. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a process, but it's a necessary process."When the young man spoke, he had opened the document bag and took out the documents. While checking the documents, he continued to ask questions such as "Mr. Jonathan, are you sure your consciousness is awake now", "can you simply calculate the results of these numbers" and "do you know your rights and interests".Finally, after answering a series of questions, the young man took out his business card and gave it to Mr. Jonathan. "Mr. Jonathan, this is my business card. Today, I am communicating with you on behalf of Saibin branch of Jinhui bank..."Mr. Jonathan picked up the card and looked at it. He vaguely felt that something bad had happened. He nodded."Mr. Jonathan..."In the next period of time, Mr. Jonathan began to appear panic, tinnitus and dizziness. He felt that his head was getting bigger and bigger, and the whole world could not hold his head. With the young bank Commissioner talking constantly, his head could explode anytime and 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 their loan relationship and recover all loans and interest generated in the loan process.To put it simply, the bank found that Mr. Jonathan's name did not have enough money to pay his arrears to the bank, so now federal law gives the bank the right to auction Mr. Jonathan's property.Now the special commissioner is only ordered to tell Mr. Jonathan that he has nothing except this apartment, including his factory, his products and his dreams, which will be legally auctioned as auction products to repay bank loans.Many people may not know what it feels like to have a high blood pressure, and Mr. Jonathan didn't know before.However, at this moment, he understood.The body is like a high-pressure water pump, constantly pumping blood to his head. The blood attacks him wave after wave. He can feel that the blood vessels on his head will burst anytime and anywhere.A more serious auditory hallucination appeared in his ears. He vaguely heard that his wife, who was nearly 30 years younger than him, made up nonsense in front of the media to discredit his ability.He heard his dead father calling him not far away and asking him what he still missed and why he didn't leave together.His sight began to blur, his blood pressure increased his intraocular pressure, and his eyes swelled and blurred.Then a thought came to his mind that he was finished.Decades of life, a lifetime of dreams, until now insist, completely!Looking at the bank commissioner who began to distort and deform in front of him, an impulse of destruction and self destruction was brewing in Mr. Jonathan's heart, which made his expression terrible and ferocious. He wanted to kill the young man who ruined his good morning, and then jump down from the upstairs to end his life!Just as he clenched the pen on the table and was ready to do something he had never thought he would do, suddenly he was stunned.The tinnitus and auditory hallucination disappeared, and the blood pressure was rapidly decreasing. He rubbed his eyes, then patted his cheek and looked at the bank Commissioner a little fiercely, "what the fuck did you say just now?"The bank Commissioner quietly stepped back, "I just said that if we take the formal judicial procedure to auction your industry, the auction proceeds may not be able to make up for the money you owe the bank, and the bank may force you to work in some enterprises to repay this part of the arrears."Mr. Jonathan shook his head. "No, it's not these. I seem to hear you say something else..."The Commissioner immediately showed a clear look, "this is the end of our conversation. Can I turn off the recording?" he nodded to Mr. Jonathan, showed a kind smile, and made a listening gesture in his ear.Mr. Jonathan reacted immediately. "I think so. Our conversation is over."After the young Commissioner turned off the recording mechanism, he said to him, "I just said that Mr. Lynch is very concerned about these local enterprises about to be liquidated. I heard that he is planning to buy some enterprises to help business owners settle their loans with banks. Maybe this is your opportunity."If he pointed at Mr. Jonathan, who had completely ignored the meaning of the special commissioner's words, he hurriedly asked, "is it Mr. Lynch that we all know?"The young bank Commissioner nodded and said, "that's what you said, young leader, Mr. Lynch.""Listen, although I am a bank worker, I don't want anyone to be unfortunate. It's not good for me.""I've seen your industries. They may still be worth some money when the market is good, but now they're not even half of the money you owe the bank. Even if you sell these things, you still owe the bank a lot of money.""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 their means. Instead of being arranged for a lifetime by this huge debt, it's better to take a chance with Mr. Lynch."From the perspective of the victim, this method can easily be recognized by the victim. At least Mr. Jonathan is like this. He feels that the young Commissioner doesn't seem to be so annoying.But he also had some confusion at this time, "but you see, I'm like this. Will Mr. Lynch meet me?"The Commissioner looked at him up and down, nodded with some approval, "it's really not very good..." he said and took out two ten dollar bills from his pocket. "I'll lend you. You can thank me, and I accept your thanks.""Life is hard enough. I just don't want any more tragedies!"At this moment, Mr. Jonathan felt that the world was full of truth, goodness, beauty and love!Later, Mr. Jonathan took a bath and rented a suit of clothes from the street - where the poor live, some people specialize in such business. They rent some clothes that are not too high-grade to some poor people in the form of daily rent.People always have good luck, or encounter something related to good luck. For example, they receive an interview notice from a large company or university, but they lack a set of clothes that can not be said to be decent and can only be said to be decent.Then at this time, they can rent a suit from these people that absolutely doesn't fit, but at least it can pass on the surface.It was the most embarrassing time for Mr. Jonathan. He appeared outside the luxurious villa in clothes that many people had worn and some greasy neckline.He never felt that he was so incompatible with such a life. The cold wind blowing from the lake not far away made him gradually come out of some unrealistic fantasy.Now what he is thinking is what the special commissioner told him to sell the factory to Mr. Lynch, get rid of the bank debt as much as possible, and 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 Mr. Anderson is smart. At least he has started a new life and he is still struggling.After waiting for about five minutes, a servant wearing clothes that made him ashamed of his clothes appeared in front of him, "Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in the side hall. Please follow me..."With his head down, he followed the servant through those luxurious rooms. The slap between reality and ideal hit 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.Just a eye contact, Mr. Jonathan understood that Mr. Lynch asked him to avoid a little. He politely took a very understanding and flattering smile, endured the helplessness in his heart, and bent down to exit the room.He never realized that he had done that. He thought he would never bend down in his life.I don't know how long. Maybe three or five minutes or a little longer, the door opened. When he turned his head, he saw Lynch, as young and energetic as on TV."Mr. Jonathan, I'm very sorry. There was a very important call just now. I have to ask you to leave impolitely. I hope you can forgive my rudeness."Lynch's language, expression, smile and words at this time make people seem to be bathed in the wild hillside with warm flowers in spring, and run down slowly from the hillside. The drop makes it unnecessary to spend too much physical strength to run. The breeze blows on his face, opens the cold of winter, blows into people's hearts and dispels the gloomy hazeIn an instant, a smile appeared on Mr. Jonathan's face. He humbly bent slightly, stretched out his hands and held Lynch's hands tightly. A big man like Mr. Lynch can apologize to him for his behavior. This is self-restraint!"It's a great honor to be received by you, Mr. Lynch!" he said, with some gratitude that preserved his self-esteem and an unspeakable sigh.On the contrary, Lynch was tall and straight, and his straight back was like a pillar of indomitable spirit. He had an appropriate and polite smile on his face, slightly lowered his eyelids, looked down at the man in front of him who was old enough to be his father, and said in a very ordinary tone, "you're very polite, Mr. Jonathan!"
