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

　　 was supposed to be a light-colored quilt cover similar to silk fabric, but now it has become dark, especially the two ends of the cup, black and translucent, greasy with a layer of black sludge.

　　 Whenever he couldn't bear it, he would change the quilt back, but now it doesn't make much sense for him to change the quilt.

　　 He supported a lazy waist, scratched the itchy armpit hair, and then shivered. He didn't feel it when he first left the quilt. Now he feels cold.

　　 There is actually heating in the room. He and his neighbors share the same heating pipe to ensure the indoor temperature. This is also a new move this winter.

In order to avoid some people who suddenly became poor and lack of cold resistance experience, the mayor freezes to death one morning, so they provide public heating service for some people who need heating, but its effect is not very good, sometimes it is still in the middle of the night. Will stop for a while.

　　 But it's not bad, at least it can make people tremble while sleeping.

　　 He put on clothes that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, exuding 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.

When the disaster actually had a warning, he told himself that. At that time, he was still living in a luxurious single-family villa, surrounded by disturbed servants, used by his young wife who was almost 30 years younger than him. Looking at him with worship, it seemed that everything he said was 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. He couldn't continue to squander the little cash in his hand to pay those expensive salaries.

　　 His wife, who is 30 years younger than him, looked at him suspiciously, 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. He was driven out of his home by the bankers. His wife, who was almost 30 years younger than him, took him to court and sued for divorce, on the grounds that he could not be prepared. Give her enough satisfaction in sex.

　　 In the end, he did not complain to the thin wife who was more than 30 years younger than him and praised him for being "powerful" for countless nights, because he couldn't afford a lawyer and that would only make his situation worse.

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

　　 Except for a factory and a lot of orders that have been produced, but no one is willing to pay for it, he has nothing!

　　 At this time, he gets up and looks in the mirror every day, as he always says, "Everything will be fine!"

He firmly believes this. Isn’t it stated in the newspaper? The Federation has found a way to revive the economy. The joint development work between the Federation and Nagalil has made unprecedented progress, and the benefits of helping other countries’ development are sufficient. Let the Federation quickly recover 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 him to be his wife. He has to toss until exhaustion every day before taking a break.

　　 After regaining his senses, he looked at himself in the mirror and nodded vigorously, "Yes, everything will be fine!"

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

　　 He walked to the window in the living room and opened the window. The cold air outside the window poured in instantly, and he had to wrap his clothes.

　　 Through the window sill, the bright sunshine outside the window shines in, even in the cold winter, it can be warm for a moment.

He walked to the door to the side, picked up a newspaper from the ground, and burned himself a pot of the cheapest coffee-a few of the cheapest coffee beans were mashed with stones, and they didn’t even need to be filtered. Boiled in a pot, this kind of coffee is actually not called coffee, it should be said that it is water for boiling beans, but it is also his only drink.

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

　　 A few minutes later, he sat at the table with a coffee pot, basking in the sun, sipping coffee, reading the latest newspaper, and squeezing the relief food into his mouth.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Jonathan..."

　　 Someone passed by his window in the corridor and greeted him. He also smiled and responded warmly, "Good morning, Mr. Anderson..."

　　 Looking at Mr. Anderson's back, Jonathan shook his head. Mr. Anderson is also a factory owner. He had heard of him before, and he was 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 did not do that, he thought the loan would become an overwhelming mountain.

Even if the bank is not in a hurry to let him repay the loan, just the annual interest can make you breathless. If he loses, he admits defeat, so he sold everything and started again. Now Mr. Anderson is already Become an insurance clerk, and is working hard to find opportunities to get up again.

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

　　With so many people going bankrupt, the federal government will definitely let the banks suspend the recovery of loans, and even grant low and interest-free interest, otherwise many people may not be able to survive.

　　 He was right, he now has nothing and owes a lot of money, but he still has a chance.

　　 In fact, he was always looking for opportunities. He read the newspaper every day to find opportunities. From the newspaper, he learned a lot of things, such as the development of Nagalil.

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

The development of Nagalil will definitely enable the society over there to generate more exuberant material demand when it is getting rich quickly. By then, the tail orders in his factory can be easily sold to those who are active as long as the price is reduced slightly. Of international merchandisers.

　　 As long as there is a repayment, let the bank see his ability and potential to make money for the bank again, he can try to get another loan and start work again!

　　 This day, it won't be too far, he always believes this.

　　 After eating Baba, he rinsed his mouth with the last bit of coffee and swallowed it all. The Baba meal is not good, but this thing is now the last guarantee to maintain his life. He will not waste a little food!

　　 Just when he was about to take out the door and walk around, a young man dressed in leather and shoes with a suitcase in his hand suddenly stood outside the door.

　　 A thick layer of wax was applied to the young man’s head, so that in the cold wind, none of the hair went where it shouldn’t be.

　　 Judging from the dressing of this young man, Jonathan’s first reaction was that this guy belongs to a bank. Only the bankers like to carry the kind of briefcase that looks like a suitcase, but pretends to be a briefcase.

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

　　 "Look here!" Jonathan did not hesitate for too long before he greeted the young man.

　　 The young man was stunned. He took a step back and looked at the door. Then he looked at the layout of the apartment on the left and right. It seemed that Jonathan was the owner of this room before leaning over.

　　 "Mr. Jonathan?", he asked suspiciously, still seeming not to believe it.

　　 Jonathan stroked his messy hair, "Isn't it?"

Maybe it’s his attitude, maybe it’s the temperament that he left behind when he was rich. The young man believed it, and some smiles appeared on his face. "It’s great if you are yourself. I’m from Jinhui Bank." Special commissioner..."

　　 He opened the briefcase as he said, but it was not all documents, so it was divided into two parts.

On the left is a tape recorder, the latest model. Its disadvantage is that it has no speakers. This also means that the people who use it don’t know what the results of their own recordings are. They can only play with another tape recorder with speakers~www.mtlnovel. On the right side of com~ is a lot of documents, packaged in different archives, and there are stamps with different labels on them.

　　The young man clicked the record button 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 legitimacy and validity of this recording, I must inform you that it is working and will record the entire conversation between us on the tape. Do you now know what it does?"

　　 "Can you answer that you know, or you don't know, or I will 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 was recorded, and 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 negotiations, but our existing recording will serve as evidence of your refusal to communicate, and provide it to the court and the judge if necessary. Do you understand?"

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

　　

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