development zone.
A row of commercial vehicles was parked on the side of the road, and a fat man got out of the first car, and with small steps, he diligently opened the door for the person behind: "This is it, look, there are newly built roads around. The circle in front That piece of land is what I'm going to show you today, it's really a good project! It is said that my brother's funds are so tight that he should let it go, but he is really reluctant to let it go. Now as long as the start-up funds are in place and the project is approved, he can get it right away. When I get a loan, I can really lie down in the future..."
The person in charge of the investor who got out of the car is said to be a vice president, in his forties, with a polite and reserved smile, he interrupted the fat man lightly: "Mr. Wang, we will see your feasibility report and detailed regulations. Well, don’t stress it again—Lanchuan, come and have a look.”
The fat man laughed along with him, and his eyes fell on the young man who had just gotten off the bus.
I saw that this man was tall and dignified, wearing a light gray shirt, with thin metal-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, I don't know how many degrees, anyway, the lenses looked very thin. Not only are the lenses thin, but his lips are also thin, his nose is narrow and straight, his jaw is shaved—even his eyelids seem to be three points thinner than others. Because of his height, when he looked at people, he had to lower his eyes slightly, and his eyes flowed out of the corners of his eyes, a little bit like a smile but not a smile.
The fat man swallowed his saliva, and was hit by the aura of this "this seat is a generational force king", and he intuited that this person was not a good person.
"Yu Lanchuan, the 'Lan' of a gentleman, and the 'Chuan' of all rivers, this is the person in charge of our risk control department." The vice president of the investor pointed at Yu Lanchuan and half-truthfully said to the fat man, "Don't look young , this is the sword of Shang Fang, our big boss is cautious, the company has the most power in their risk control department, we run business outside every day, and there is no report from this young man."
The fat man hurriedly cheered up his spirits, and his flattery was deafening: "President Yu, young talent, young talent!"
Forcing the king... Manager Yu closed the tablet computer in his hand, nodded at the fat man, and said "Hello" with precious words.
"I don't know how much Mr. Yu knows about our area," Fatty said, rubbing his hands together, "In recent years, our Yanning has developed too fast. This place was wasteland ten years ago, and now it is out of print in the urban area. ,I… "
"I don't know much, so I just came here." Yu Lanchuan interrupted Fatty just as he was about to take a breath and was about to give a long speech, choking Fatty, "This was not a wasteland before, it was a landfill."
Fatty's eyes flashed, and then he quickly picked up the words: "Hey, how else do you understand! I was just about to say, before it's too late, this project should be in the landfill! Landfill renovation , this... Land reuse, it now has a set of mature technologies, after crushing and compacting the garbage, it is very stable, and it is also good for the surrounding environment. It is beneficial to the country and the people, and the country is very encouraged! The bright spot, it should still work and get some policy support…”
"That's not right, Mr. Wang," Yu Lanchuan said tepidly, "I remember that this seems to be a special treatment for household waste, and the smell is very strong. As far as I know, many liquids and poisons will seep into the ground, and some things have a long decomposition cycle. It is very long and will affect the geology. According to your plan, will there be no problem with the foundation?"
Fatty got stuck for a while, and began to avoid the important points: "This... This is definitely no problem, my friend's project company has been established, and the plans have been verified by experts, and the technology is absolutely guaranteed, you don't need it. Manage. Right now, the main difficulty for us is funding…”
Yu Lanchuan bowed his head and smiled, and said politely, "Who isn't? This year's money shortage, everyone's funds are very difficult, so we have to be more cautious, right?"
"That's that..." Fatty followed behind him, nodded and bowed, but from an angle that others couldn't see, he stabbed Yu Lanchuan in the back with cold eyes, sincerely wishing him to be struck by lightning.
Who knew that at this moment, Yu Lanchuan seemed to have eyes behind him, and suddenly turned his head to meet Fatty's eyes that he didn't have time to take back: "Mr. Wang, you seem to have something to tell me?"
The fat man shuddered, and immediately saw sweat on his forehead.
Fortunately, someone from the investor gags at this time: "We Lanchuan have a special ability. If someone stares at him, he can immediately feel that he is not god? President Wang must think that our middle-aged and elderly people are greasy. Just looking at Xiao Xianrou just now."
Fatty reluctantly followed along with a few laughs, and then all the way, he just didn't dare to talk nonsense any more.
The group completed the field investigation efficiently, and the seven-seat commercial vehicle left the development zone and headed towards the central business district with many high-rise buildings.
"I won't report this matter, it's not worth discussing at the meeting." Back at the company, Yu Lanchuan shoved the tablet computer into the driver's hand, and said to the vice president who led the team as he walked, "The surnamed Wang is unreliable, two A gangster, it is estimated that he first said to the developer 'I have a good project, but I can't get the qualifications for a while, I will provide the start-up capital, you play light assets, just send a team, name it, and help me support the stall Get up, don't take risks at all, let's make money together', and then tell the investors, 'the developer is a big brand, and the project has always done a solid job. Only then did he give us a chance to get a share of the pie, the opportunity must not be missed', after the two ends were cheated, the funds were in place and the project was approved, and he took another swipe and walked away, empty-handed."
"You kid with such a mouth," the vice president of the team laughed, and then gave him a meaningful look, "The second gangster has the use of the second gangster, after all, it was introduced by President Li's friend, even if it is seen in As for Mr. Li's face, it's not appropriate for us not to take this trip, and sometimes it's normal to sacrifice a little precious time and do some useless work for the sake of colleagues' face and human feelings."
Yu Lanchuan smiled and didn't answer.
Now there are rumors that the big boss is going to retire, the group has not moved yet, several vice presidents in the company have been fighting like black-eyed chickens, and they put eye drops on each other every day. chop up. As this busy knife, Yu Lanchuan has been dealing with bloody storms, and has not had a weekend off for a month in a row.
He turned to one side and pressed the elevator for his colleagues: "I still have a few things to do with people in the conference room, everyone go upstairs first."
"Mr. Yu worked hard."
"You can work hard."
The elevator door closed, Yu Lanchuan suppressed his smile, and walked towards the conference room with a dull expression. The assistant who had been waiting at the door of the conference room caught up and handed him a cup of coffee and a stack of paper materials. Yu Lanchuan glanced at it and returned the folder to her: "I don't have time to read it, so tell me orally."
The young assistant, well-trained, immediately and methodically whispered the content of the material in his ear. Yu Lanchuan listened without saying a word. From time to time, someone would pass him by the wrong shoulder, nodding to greet him. On the bright marble floor, well-dressed men and women are in a hurry.
The social stereotype holds that those who live in a daze, who are full of oil, and who make a living by selling food all day long, must be poor and deceased, eat and wait to die, and are destined to be eliminated. On the contrary, those who wear custom suits and swagger through the CBD every day with their phones in between must be urban elites with great futures, with a strong bee and butterfly behind them.
However, the "deceitful dead house" might be demolition households, sitting on several properties and living a happy life of lying down and collecting rent.
"Urban elites" may be house slave dogs who are full of moon and moon. They use small samples of perfume. They face the risk of running out of cooking every month, work overtime every day, and then get published on major public accounts about "staying up late and sudden death" articles Worrying back and forth.
It's hard to tell.
For example, Yu Lanchuan, whose image and aura are extremely cold, is such a glamorous and down-to-earth "urban elite".
On a midsummer Friday evening, Yu Lanchuan, who had been spinning for a day, took his last breath and endured a four-hour teleconference, which made his brain "buzz". Under the chilling air of the central air conditioner, he returned to his office, closed the door, and slumped on the chair. There were a dozen documents waiting to be reviewed in the mailbox. He didn't want to open any of them, he just wanted to return A dead body at home.
When he was looking through his mailbox, he saw that there was an email that showed "unread" the day before. He glanced at the title, and his heart became even colder - it was a credit card repayment notice from the bank.
Yu Lanchuan poured himself half a cup of hot tea and borrowed a little warm air before opening his "private financial management form".
The trinity of "time management", "financial management" and "health management" all belong to the "elite standard", and one cannot be missing. Those neat forms are like condoms, as if by putting life in a set, you can control the rhythm and avoid being ravaged.
On Mr. Yu's personal financial management sheet, the most conspicuous column is "mortgage loan".
The room is the mirror of the contemporary youth.
When they didn’t buy a house, the young people felt that they were different from the others, and sooner or later they would soar to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with Marshal Tianpeng.
After buying the house, the "gods" were demoted to the mortal world and fell into the pigsty, becoming the second senior brother with a disgraced face.
For some reasons, Yu Lanchuan bought a suite at the beginning of this year. When he visited the house, he was first blinded by the "old and young" with open teeth in the urban area, and then almost lost himself in the outer suburban counties of Yanning City. At first, I was very puzzled, how come there are thousands of mansions in the city, and none of them are for people to live in
Later, he searched for the reason from himself, and realized that it was not his fault for the market listings, but his own responsibility.
In the end, after a lot of compromises, he finally settled on a set of things that can be done in all aspects. He broke down and paid the down payment, and became a glorious house slave.
The monthly mortgage is nearly 20,000 yuan, with a term of 30 years.
The maximum sentence is twenty-five years in prison.
Banks are more vicious than prisons.
What's more immoral is that this "mansion" that made him impoverished has more than a year to hand over. This means that during this year, he has repaid the loan every month and has to pay more than 7,000 rent.
In addition, this week's big expenses include the parking fee of 8,500 yuan in the second half of the year, the two "marriage taxes" of 2,000 yuan, and the old boss's dead mother who has to make things happen at this time...
Yu Lanchuan stared at the screen for a while, let out a long breath, and touched his waist, feeling that his precarious kidneys were shaking.
Just then, his cell phone rang, and the caller ID was "Salted Fish".
"Xianyu", named Yu Yan, was Yu Lanchuan's primary school classmate. At that time, the head teacher couldn't speak Mandarin, and there was no distinction between "Yu" and "Yu". He always joked that they were brothers, so after a long time, the two had completely different temperaments. The boys played together inexplicably and became small.
Yu Yan's dream since childhood was to be a real salted fish. Unexpectedly, it backfired. Maybe someone with a dream is not worthy of being a salted fish. In short, he became a people's policeman by accident. Yu Lanchuan hadn't harassed Yu Lanchuan for a while because he was all about the trivialities of three mice and four eyes.
"If you have something to say, it's okay to get out," Yu Lanchuan had never been burdened by idols in front of Faxiao, and decisively took off his pretentious painting, revealing his bad nature, and half-deadly popped out a few words from the tip of his tongue, "No drinking, no appointment, no going. "
Officer Yu hurriedly said, "Wait, Master Lan, your brother is here with me."
"Oh," Yu Lanchuan heard, pinching the bridge of his nose expressionlessly, "My brother jumped off the building and sold it, 10,000 pieces, don't bargain, Alipay will transfer it to me, from now on, he will be your brother."
Yu Yan: "Don't make trouble, it's not at my house, it's at our office, the police station!"
Yu Lanchuan paused and hummed from his nose: "What did he do?"
Yu Yan righteously condemned: "You bastard, what kind of big brother, can't you look forward to it all day long? This is a very good child, who kindly helps others and helps the old lady. The old lady touched porcelain, if passers-by hadn't called the police in time, I almost had a few hooligans beat me just now. Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly!"
"Is this good?" Yu Lanchuan lifted his eyelids, "Is this called lack of heart."
Yu Yan: "..."
"Besides, it's not 'almost', it means that I didn't get beaten, I still have something to do, let him wait there first." Yu Lanchuan snapped the cap on the pen, "You feed him some food, and I'll reimburse you later. ."
Yu Yan: "Hey, you scum, you..."
Scumbag Yu has hung up the phone.