As a senior partner of China Southern Commercial Bank, Nadiya still has a certain degree of influence among the bank's senior management. Regardless of how much influence she has, at least she knows the senior management of China Southern Commercial Bank and has more or less relationships with them. Can speak.
Mr. Gabrin is a high-level broker. His job is to collect as many things as possible "channels" in his living environment. When he has needs, he will use some of his unique The method is to give the other party an offer that cannot be refused, and then ask the other party to do something for him. For example, he voluntarily gives up the debt and interest owed to him by Mr. Walter, and then asks Nadia to help him do what he can. .
It seems like he lost a lot of money, but he can get more money from other places, even things beyond money, such as the recognition and cooperation of some big shots. The prospects and future benefits of these things are far higher than those on the ledger. In addition to organizing gambling games, he had other ways of making these irresistible demands.
Now that Nadia has lost her status and job, Mr. Walter and Ms. Nadia have become worthless in the eyes of Mr. Gabrin. In order to make up for the time and energy he had wasted playing with Mr. Walter for so long, he needed to cash in the debt on his account in exchange for a reward he didn't like. This is just dead money, just data in the bank book, it can't do much more!
The total amount is about 90,000 yuan. It makes Mr. Gabrin a little annoyed that half a year has been wasted like this. After all, the title of senior partner of China Southern Commercial Bank is still very useful. He did not understand why Nadia lost her title and job. He would not do more research on a couple who were about to become society's garbage. It would only be a waste of his time and energy.
The brand new Haus Cheetah parked quietly and smoothly in the villa area. Mr. Gabrin got out of the car. He took a look at the villa, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Maybe he can buy this villa, but of course he won't spend that much money. He can use Mr. Walter's debt and a small amount of cash to buy this high-quality resource. After a while, maybe two or three years later, it would be perfect to sell it at a high price to the nouveau riche who are eager to squeeze into the upper class.
He turned the civilized staff in his hand very gracefully and walked to the house. He rang the doorbell and then looked at the yard. The green turf made people feel very comfortable. The price of such turf has risen to two yuan per square meter, and it needs to be replaced every month. If they are not replaced, they will begin to darken in color. They will not be as vibrant and pleasing to the eye as they are now, and the dark green will look dirty.
The yard is square and square, which is basically the case here. The swimming pool should be behind the house, a fountain can be placed here, and a gravel road can be paved again. Maybe it would be good to build a flower greenhouse, which can make people feel that the owner's personality and hobbies are more elegant.
He has regarded this villa as his own property and is considering how to decorate it.
There was a quarrel between Walter and Nadia in the room. Faced with Nadia's cross-examination, Walter felt that he had lost a lot of face, and even felt that he had been humiliated!
He and Nadiya were classmates. They had some affection for each other when they were in school, but they separated after graduation. One time he went to the bank to handle business and happened to bump into Nadia who was talking to others in the lobby. The two were particularly surprised after meeting and had a meal together in the evening. At that time, Walter was just an ordinary warehouse manager, looking after the warehouse for a large trading company. Although it's not a good job, it can't be considered too bad.
There was a connection between the two people who met again, and the connection became more and more frequent, and the relationship became more and more intimate. Finally, they finally came together. Even Walter himself couldn't believe that he actually became Nadia's husband. In fact, some people were not optimistic about this marriage at the time. Walter's social status and income were far inferior to Nadia's. They didn't care too much and thought that as long as they lived well, it would be fine. Then their daughter was born. Considering that her daughter needed someone to take care of her and Nadia was the main source of income for the family, after the two discussed it, Walt quit his job and chose to take care of the family.
At a friend's party, everyone drank a lot. At that time, a drunk friend patted Walter on the shoulder and said that he envied him for marrying a very good wife. He thought it was a good thing to say, but the guy next One sentence made him turn blue. At that time, the man said: I also want a wife who can make money and be beautiful. I don’t need to work in this life and can have a lot of money to spend. It’s like a dream to live such a life...
From then on, Walter felt a trace of inferiority in his heart that he could not express. As time went by, Nadia had a higher "authority" in the family, which also made Walter a little uncomfortable. Especially in terms of some major economic expenditures, Nadia has the main control. If she felt she needed something, she would use the money to buy it. If she felt it was not necessary, she would "persuade" Walter.
Without economic power, Walt had no other option but to be persuaded.
Now, the conflicts that had accumulated over the years and what he considered a shame were erupting in this moment of great crisis.
"You are always like this. You control my life and decide everything about me. I am like an electric toy that you spend money to buy that can be heated. You have never respected my opinion!" Walt shouted loudly. Roaring, "It was like this before, and it is like this now. You don't even need to ask my thoughts and opinions to make a decision. Ask yourself, have you respected me? Do you really regard me as your husband?" Yes!" He blushed and roared loudly in the living room, "I know you look down on me, everyone looks down on me, this is your purpose, isn't it?"
"I finally understand your sinister intentions. You made everyone laugh at me as a waste. Only in this way can you control everything about me. Now, I say no, I will not leave here, I will not leave Staley! ", he grabbed his hair and said manically, "It's your business to leave, but I will never leave, never!"
Nadia looked at her husband like a stranger. It had been eight years since they got married. In these eight years, they had never blushed or had a fight. Every time they needed to make a choice or decision, Nadiya also respected White very much and would seek Walter's opinion and make a decision only after he agreed. But why was she so ugly in Walter's eyes? She didn't jump up to retort to Walter. She just took a deep breath to suppress the inexplicable anger in her heart, "Sit down and talk, arguing can't solve any problems."
"Hahaha..." Walter laughed a little maniacally. He pointed at Nadia and continued shouting, "Look, you are trying to control me again. I've had enough of your attitude. Today I want to say no." !”
The couple didn't notice the ringing doorbell because of their argument. Soon the doorbell turned into a knocking sound, which alerted them. Nadia glanced at Walter sadly, got up, walked to the door and opened the door. Walter in the room breathed a sigh of relief, and his hysterical roaring for no reason made him feel much more comfortable. He had never felt so comfortable since getting married. But at the same time, there is also a trace of fear. What if Nadia divorces him? He will definitely not be able to pay the huge debt. He will most likely face prosecution and go to jail, or be sent to a place where life is worse than death.
With a trace of regret growing in his heart, he began to think about how to deal with this sudden conflict. He took two steps back and forth and decided that no matter what Nadiya said later, he would first apologize for his impulsiveness and Nadiya would forgive him.
But he waited for a while and Nadiya didn't come back, which made him very strange. He walked towards the door curiously and asked casually, "Who is outside?"
When he walked to the passage facing the door, he saw Nadia turning her back to him and talking to a man. This made his calm mood fluctuate again. He shouted again, "Dear, who is there?" , and then walked over quickly.
But when Nadiya turned to look at him, suddenly his legs went weak and he almost fell over. The person he least wanted to see appeared.
Mr. Gebring, the organizer of the gambling game who was very friendly and took the initiative to invite him to play a few games and kill some time. At the same time, he is also his biggest creditor. In the final analysis, the conflict that suddenly broke out just now was still because of Mr. Gabrin and the debt he owed. Now that Mr. Gabrin had come to the door, he suddenly felt apocalyptic.
There was a very disappointed look in Nadia's eyes. She didn't know what to say. When she opened the door and saw Mr. Gabrin, and he told her that he was here to collect debts, she first felt that it was ridiculous, and then Beginning to feel uneasy. Angelio had said this, and Walter exploded when she mentioned it just now, which made her realize that this might be much more serious than she thought. She asked about relevant things, such as how Walter owed debt to Mr. Gabrin. When the two were talking about this matter, Walter interrupted them.
"Ma'am, if it's possible, I think we might be able to sit inside and talk." Mr. Gabrin, who was extraordinarily handsome and elegant, had his hands on the head of the staff of civilization. With a smile on his face, he glanced outside. Street, "Maybe your neighbors don't want to know too much about your personal affairs, what do you think?"
Nadiya gave up her position, glanced at Walter with disappointment, and walked into the kitchen.
She made some snacks and scented tea, and walked into the living room with a tray. Walter was like a child who got a zero score and was visited at home. He sat uneasily on the farthest sofa, lowering his head and not daring to look at herself.
(End of chapter)