Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

After getting out of the car, Shen Jiannan looked around and raised his eyebrows habitually.

The surrounding environment is not bad. It is located in an industrial area, so it is rare not to see all kinds of smoke and dust, the green vegetation is still green, and there is no strange smell in the air. No matter it is compared with the environment of the industrial area in Hong Kong or Shanghai, Both are clean and tidy on a lot.

There is no gap without comparison. Thinking of the pungent smell of chemicals in an industrial zone in Shanghai, the excellent environment here is especially precious.

Perhaps, you can only cherish it more if you lack it, or, there is always a price to pay for everything!

There was no one at the gate of the factory. Perhaps Anhui Haoji's company could not afford to hire a guard, or it could be because the company was about to go bankrupt. The guard chose to re-employ. Without any obstruction, a group of people walked into the workshop gate.

In the workshop, it was very quiet, no one could be seen.

There are only two tall punching machines standing silently at the door. Besides, there is a smell that should be called rust pavement to welcome uninvited outsiders.

Shen Jiannan touched his nose lightly to get used to the smell of paint and rust, and a pair of thief eyes scanned the surroundings back and forth.

The workshop is not big, only more than two hundred square meters.

Not far away, a piece of mechanical equipment lay quietly on the ground, including lathes, milling machines, and drilling machines. They were covered with a little oil and looked a little disgusting.

But Shen Jiannan became interested, and he has an understanding of historical and economic research. He knows that despite such a pile of oil-stained scrap metal, if it is really released in China, many companies will have to break their heads to get it at all costs.

Because, these days, neon can compete with German industry and even suppress the global sales of German cars. The core technology is related to these scrap metals. Whether it is Mitsubishi, Mazak, Mori Seiki, or Makino, they all have world-class craftsmanship. level.

However, due to the joint technical blockade of China by Europe and the United States, the equipment used is still the Soviet obsolete equipment provided by Maozi in the early 1960s.

If you have money, the people of Huaguo don't even think about buying the most advanced industrial machinery and equipment in the market.

You can't buy German ones, and you can't buy neon ones either.

He scanned the industrial machinery in the factory and looked around, but there was no sign of An Huihaoji.

Shen Jiannan slapped his mouth, An Huihao should be ecstatic for someone like himself who is so tired of sending money to his door. Glancing at the office not far away, the self-conscious guy strode over.

Um?

After walking a few steps, Shen Jiannan returned to the original place.

In a corner of the workshop, there were many burnt cigarette butts on the ground, which seemed a bit out of place compared with the clean and tidy workshop.

Behind a piece of forging equipment, there is a middle-aged man sitting on the ground holding a cigarette. His face is haggard and his hair is messy. deaf.

It was An Huihaoji, but compared with the person in the photo, he was less energetic and more depressed.

It was inevitable that whoever was on the verge of bankruptcy would not be much better than An Huihao Er.

Looking at the pile of burnt cigarette butts on the ground, Shen Jiannan's eyes flashed.

Neon people have strong self-control when it comes to smoking, almost like obsessive-compulsive disorder. Few people smoke more than three puffs.

Now, with An Huihaoji's appearance, it was obvious that his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

that's the truth.

The sudden departure of his best friend was a huge shock to Yasuhiro Koji.

They have studied at the same level for many years, walked out of the campus to work together, started a business, and then supported each other in their development. Now, friends who once faced hardships, drank together, and struggled together chose to leave without saying goodbye because of debts.

An Huihaoji was at a loss.

Liang Tian committed suicide because of debts, which means that all the receivables of the company will never be recovered, so what should be done with the money owed by the company and the money borrowed from the finance company.

The factory's assets are worth at most 300 million yuan, which is not enough to repay the debt owed.

Now the housing market is not good, even if you want to sell the house and raise some funds, it is impossible. Besides, whether you can sell it or not is another matter. Even if someone buys it, adding 60 million is still close to half of the total debt owed.

Where should I go!

An Huisang, hello!

An Huihao'er's blank eyes moved, and he stared blankly at Shen Jiannan who suddenly appeared in his factory. After realizing something, he hurriedly got up from the ground.

As if he had done something wrong, An Huihao kept bowing and saluting to Shen Jiannan for the second time.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I will pay back the loan owed to your company as soon as possible. Please give me some more time.

What the hell is going on.

Shen Jiannan was a little baffled by An Huihao'er's reaction. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the door. At some point, Zheng Zheng and He Tianya who heard the voice stood silently at the door. The two were wearing straight suits, and they looked like they were not close to strangers.

Misunderstood.

Shen Jiannan showed the most friendly smile, and he bowed slightly to show his courtesy.

An Huisang. I think you have misunderstood. We are not here to collect debts. We are here to help you.

Help me! Why are you helping me?

An Huihao Er's mind was still muddled, and he subconsciously asked a question.

Shen Jiannan smiled again, showing his white teeth.

Why.

Naturally, it was to find an agent in Neon.

For the sake of profit, in the capital game, there are always some people in China who would rather choose to lure wolves into the house than use any means to achieve their goals.

Just like a well-known lighting company, in order to suppress the rights of the founder, to achieve the goal, and to benefit, some people even sell the national brand to foreigners at a super low price, and use the hands of foreigners to realize their own interests.

But this is very difficult to do in Neon.

Neon people are extremely xenophobic in terms of technology, industry, and all markets. Without the help of real local groups, foreign capital cannot deeply intervene. Without the help of Neon people, no matter whether it is technology or market What to get from here.

It's not about money.

By the way. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Shen Jiannan. An Huisang can also call me by my neon name, Qiushan Jiannan.

Shen Jiannan.

Three words are enough to explain everything.

An Huihao'er's eyes shrank instantly, and he blurted out a question.

Chinese?

Shen Jiannan nodded with a smile.

I heard from friends in the Inagawa Association that An Huisang has a small financial problem. I am willing to help An Huisang tide over this difficulty.

The dazed An Huihao's eyes instantly became clear, and the distance between his brows shrank involuntarily.

How could a big rooster celebrate the New Year with a weasel!

Born in 1955, An Huihaoji knew very well how much the Chinese hated the Nihong people.

Taking a wary look at Zheng Zheng and the two who were blocking the gate, An Huihaoer squinted his eyes and said gloomyly.

Your Excellency and I are not related, why are you willing to help me?

An Huisang's words are wrong. According to what you say, we should be considered in-laws! Oh, I forgot to mention just now, I am Michiko's friend.

relatives by marriage!

I am friends with your daughter.

Countless numb batches blocked An Huihao'er's chest in an instant.

Animals, human scum.

Michiko is only sixteen years old!

This scum.

As a father, An Huihao Er forgot the instinctive fear of Zheng Zheng and He Tianya, a murderous urge surged in his heart, and it pointed at Shen Jiannan with angry eyes.

What the hell did you do to my daughter?

When the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, she always likes her son-in-law more and more. My father-in-law always dislikes her son-in-law.

Shen Jiannan helplessly spread his hands.

It's nothing, it's probably about the same as you think!

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