Han Yu

Chapter 61

"what happened?"

Father Han swears, this is definitely the rare time in his lifetime to hear Han Fang's tone softened so much.

Lightning from outside penetrated the windows from time to time, making the house flickering.

Lightning is a harbinger of thunder.

Father Han sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression on his face, with his head downcast and a dejected tone: "Son, we seem to be going bankrupt."

The fact that he couldn't be euphemistic at all made Father Han feel depressed, and sat there with his mouth puckered like an old child.

"...Dad, are you crying?"

"not yet."

"..." Han Fang, "Then change the subject, how much do we owe?"

"..."

Father Han was silent.

Han Fang raised his tone slightly, "Huh?"

Father Han said unsurely, "About 800 million...I got it."

Han Fang clicked his tongue, "It's not my defeat, I'm not reconciled."

Father Han glanced over strangely, wondering whether his son was overly stimulated or had a stronger mentality.

Han Fang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "How much do you think you can pay off by mortgaging your car and house?"

Father Han said slowly: "To be honest, I did this before, so we only owe 800 million."

"..."

Father Han looked at Han Fang's froze expression, and added, "Don't worry, I haven't messed up your favorite cars yet."

Han Fang stared at Father Han for a while, raised his eyebrows at his old man, and muttered to himself that he was brewing something unknown again, when thunder started outside, Han Fang suddenly said, "Do you still remember Lin You No?"

Father Han thought of the talent who stayed in the state prison, but he was so busy that he forgot about him. Since Han Fangfei went abroad, he didn't care much about it, even the entertainment facility industry his son was working on. He didn't care to intervene. To be honest, he didn't expect his son to make a prosperous business. He was already very pleased if he didn't fail.

Father Han thought for a while, "It seems to be the one who is in trouble with you."

Han Fang remained expressionless, "Speak well, can you tell your son what he likes to hear?"

Father Han nodded, "Sure, as long as you are serious first."

"...Because I only pay money and don't care about business, I don't know much about the store's profitability. Until recently, when I came back, Lin came to see me again."

The other party said that his account balance has begun to flow.

Father Han expressed his appreciation that Lin is also a talent, and Han Fang said that he did not lose money.

"I don't need to tell you about the monthly profit. Even if we are in debt now, if we pay it back at this rate, and we will mortgage what we can mortgage later, then we probably don't have to worry too much. "

Father Han deliberated for a while and slowly dismantled the stage: "But you forgot. After the bankruptcy is declared, all the properties under the name will be registered and mortgaged. Even if there is a profit every month, it has been converted before that. The profits don’t belong to us either, so your claim probably doesn’t hold.”

As soon as he said this, he was ready for his son to roar and run away, but he didn't want the latter to show a sly smile, "Dad, when I made this thing, I recorded it under Lin You's name, count him industry."

Father Han was so excited that he felt that he was going to have a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and he couldn't bear it.

Could it be that his son will predict the future?

Actually not.

Han Fang was afraid that it would be no fun if he lost face.

He might as well just throw the blame on Lin You's head. If it works well, it's his job, and the salary will still be paid. If something goes wrong, just pretend it didn't matter and beat him up.

After all, other families are all successful in one shot, so it's his turn that he can't just die before his success.

Tsk, how embarrassing it is to spread it, how embarrassing it is...

Father Han thought of a question, "Are you so worried about him?"

It was hard to see that his son would ever trust someone like that.

Han Fang thought of Lin's expression of wanting to put a pot on his head and run away every time he saw him again, so he nodded silently, guessing that the other party didn't have the guts.

However, Father Han's mood was still a little depressed, and he said bitterly: "Your father, I have worked so hard to develop until now, but now it is about to..."

"It's okay, Dad."

Father Han was slightly stunned, his son's expression softened rarely, his brows and eyes faded from his impatience, and he said softly, "Anyway, no matter how you develop, I will definitely sell it in the future."

"……What?"

Han Fang's tone remained the same, "We can find a place to grow vegetables, and you leave early and return late every day..."

Father Han took a deep breath. He didn't need to listen to what the little bastard wanted to say. He frowned slightly and gritted his teeth: "Little bastard, can you have something to do?"

Han slowed down and let out a sigh of relief, "It is my greatest promise to live a life without competition from the world."

Seemingly cynical but implicitly sharp.

Father Han's originally depressed mood was so stirred up by Han Fang, he unconsciously became much clearer, and the voice of shouting at his son also brought back the old spirit, Han Fang was relieved, but Father Han suddenly realized: "Why are you so wet?"

The vision in the house was dim, and the topic discussed just now made his nerves not relax. When it was over, he came to his senses and found that something was wrong, and immediately jumped up: "It's fine if you don't bring an umbrella when you go out, and you don't know what to do when you go home." Going to change clothes and take a shower? What if I get cold."

Father Han continued to yell, and at the same time blamed himself for being so old that he didn't realize until now.

"dad."

Father Han's roar stopped.

Han Fang raised his lips and said lazily, "I saw you sitting on the sofa just now, I really want to go and hug you."

"However," Han Fang looked at his body, and his clothes could wring out water, "I'm already like this, so I'd better think about it."

With that said, he went upstairs.

Father Han stared blankly at his back, suddenly lowered his eyes, and murmured softly, "...that brat."

The Han family declared bankruptcy.

As soon as the news came out, there was an uproar in the capital.

Those who know the inside story will start to divide the spoils, and those who don't know will wonder that although the Han family has been troubled, and there have been troubles one after another this year, it is easy to say that bankruptcy is bankruptcy, and there is not even a transition.

To be honest, those who knew the inside story were actually a bit confused at the beginning. They thought that Father Han was going to die and struggle, and he would save it if he could. Who knew that the other party would be so straightforward and directly announced that I would not be saved. how.

This simply made them feel absurd involuntarily.

Qiao Yu didn't pay attention to this point, but heard that Han Fang was sick. After detailed investigation, he found that the other party had a fever of 38 degrees. He immediately wanted to blow up Han Fang's house, but Qiao Shang's concern was that he had to finish it quickly. Qiao Yu also thought that Han Fang might be overwhelmed with anger when he saw him, so he gave up his heart and resigned to his fate to clean up the mess. He couldn't help but want to float on Han Fang.

Han Fang felt that getting sick was not a big deal, but taking medicine was a very cumbersome thing, especially since he didn't want to drink his old man who was standing by the bed all the time, he couldn't say anything because he was sick, his eyes were full of resentment Staring at him intently, Han Fang's feeble appearance showed him as if he was about to drive west in the next second.

I have no choice but to drink.

Just lying on the bed like frying fish, taking the medicine every day has to be tormented. After three or four days, Han Fang finally recovered from his illness. Han Fang felt that the medicine was too bitter, but his father still Then he took it to him confidently and said it was a traditional Chinese medicine, drink it early and get good morning, and got a few antipyretics down, Han Fang boiled it so hard that his taste buds turned sour.

When Han Fang felt that he was finally able to get out of bed and jump around, but his father still pressed him on the bed in a daze. Han Fang was a little confused, and the latter said righteously, "You are not in good health yet. , it's getting a little cold now, you'd better stay at home and have a good rest these days."

Han Fang struggled for a while, feeling that if he stayed any longer, he would be poisoned by his father's Chinese medicine.

There must be something wrong if he is not allowed to go out.

Han Fangsi thought that the past few days would not be peaceful, and he couldn't let his father go out to face the storm alone. He also had to roll up his sleeves to give some strength. Before he could make a good idea, he called.

It's Qiao Yu.

Han Fang didn't refuse to pick up anyone who came.

The truth is that he never looked at the caller ID when he answered the phone.

"Han Fang."

This opening is definitely the rhythm of opening and hanging up. If Qiao Yu didn't spit out the second half of the sentence, Han Fang would definitely hang up in seconds.

"You've... decided."

——I would rather have a poor family than give him a little delusion.

Han Fang clicked his tongue softly, his voice was slightly hoarse, and Qiao Yu on the other end of the phone couldn't help but think about his appearance, maybe wearing soft clothes and leaning against the pillow in a casual posture, his expression is Cold and sarcastic, just thinking about it made his heart ache a little.

"Why are you always so inexplicable."

Qiao Yu's lips trembled slightly, his inexplicable just didn't want Han Fang to hate him.

But the other party...

Sneered.

"I can help you."

Even if it has reached this point, as long as you agree, as long as you are willing to give alms, even if it is only a little bit, Qiao Yu is willing to do anything.

However, the man just sneered slightly and hung up the phone.

Gee.

He said.

A bone-deep pain slowly fermented in Qiao Yu's heart.

He even thought in a daze, must he be hated by this person?