Father Lin's voice began to tremble a little: "This, this money..."
Lin Yuhe reached for his backpack and took out a file bag from it.
He pulled out a stack of thick bills and handed them over.
"Three years ago, I had a bronchial operation, and the total cost was 100,000 yuan, and the drug cost for later recovery was 600,000 yuan. There are also the support costs for the eleven years, and the rounded estimate is 500,000 yuan. According to this year's commercial loan Calculated with an interest rate of 4.9%, the ten-year interest is about 650,000 yuan, rounded up to an integer, and the total is two million."
His tone was calm, he calculated everything clearly and clearly.
"These are the bills, take a look at them."
Every expense is written clearly on the bill, because the list of child support payments for the past eleven years is too long to print out, so a QR code is attached next to it, scan the code and click in, and you can see it more detailed section.
One stroke at a time, nothing was left out.
Not only every expenditure, but also the total cost is clearly calculated. 4.9% is actually the interest rate of a commercial loan over five years, which is too high. The cost of surgery and medicine three years ago cannot be calculated in this way, and there are not so many. Moreover, the interest is not calculated in this way, but in the end, it is all calculated according to the method with the most money.
These expenses add up to only 1.85 million, and the remaining 150,000 is all overpaid. It was clearly stated on the bill that the 150,000 yuan was considered to cover expenses that might have been missed.
If there are any other expenses that have not been included, you can still make up for it later.
Lin's father has been in business for many years, and at a glance, he can see that the accounts are well done and standardized, and he must have put a lot of thought into it. If the accountant in the company made such an account, he might still praise him a few words, but now, he can't even speak coherently.
"Xiaohe, you, how can you remember these things so clearly?" Father Lin couldn't believe it, "How can this be calculated with money..."
Lin Yuhe nodded: "Well, it really can't be calculated with money alone."
He took out another thin paper document from the file bag.
"There is also this equity transfer letter, one for you."
Father Lin was even more stunned: "Share transfer letter?"
"It's a share of a cultural and creative company." Lin Yuhe said, "Don't worry, this is also my own property. The prenuptial agreement has been notarized and has nothing to do with Mr. Lu."
Father Lin wanted to say that this was not what he cared about, but the transfer letter had already been handed to him.
Lin Yuhe said: "This company is not well-known yet, but the benefits are not bad."
The transfer document was right in front of him, and Father Lin could see the accompanying profit statement and stock price at a glance.
It's not "okay" anymore.
Father Lin couldn't believe it: "You, why do you have these...?"
Lin Yuhe explained: "The company was opened by a friend, and he gave me some dry shares. I am only responsible for writing, and he is responsible for the management. In recent years, the cultural and creative industry has developed well, and the company is now operating well. It’s not too bad, you can keep the shares, or you can resell them and exchange them for cash directly.”
"The amount should not be small, and it should be regarded as repaying your investment at that time."
Before Lin Yuhe had surgery, the Wu family got some information through internal channels. They know that a class A drug has a good prospect and a high return on investment, so they plan to start with it.
But Wu's company didn't have the qualifications to invest in drug research and development, so they approached Lin's father, who was in the pharmaceutical business, to invest through his hands.
But at that time, although Lin's father was qualified to invest, he didn't want to invest in class A drugs. Instead, he used his own money to invest in a new glucocorticoid drug.
This drug can treat bronchial diseases. If the investment is successful, not only will there be financial returns, but also valuable qualifications for the use of new drugs. He hopes to provide some help for his son's asthma treatment.
However, God failed to fulfill his wishes, and the new drug invested by Lin's father had only reached the second phase of development, and the research and development failed.
Not only was all of Lin's father's money wasted, but the quota for medical investment was also wasted. The Wu family was very dissatisfied with the loss of the opportunity to invest in class A drugs. Wu Xin's attitude towards Lin's father was good, but Lin Yuhe was not so polite.
She has accused Lin Yuhe more than once, so Lin Yuhe is so clear about these investments.
Lin Yuhe said: "The investment money is hard to calculate, so let's use these shares to pay off. There are others that have not been repaid. Aunt Wu asked me to marry Mr. Lu, and I went, which is also considered compensation."
"Well, how can it be calculated like this?" Father Lin became anxious when he heard about selling his son to get married. It’s not what you owe, how can you say it’s repayment?”
He tried to discuss with Lin Yuhe: "Dad knows that you are very powerful, but you really can't count it like this. Xiaohe, have you been counting these money for so many years? These are just things outside your body. What about our...our family relationship?"
Lin Yuhe was silent for a moment.
After a while, he said, "Dad, relatives need to settle accounts clearly."
"Some things have to be settled. At that time, it was not only the surgery fee and investment, but also the money for the follow-up recovery medicine, which was also spent a lot."
Because of the failure of the investment, Lin's father failed to recover the funds. In addition, Wu Xiaohan graduated from elementary school at that time, and Lin Feng had promised her that he would take her around the world during the summer vacation of Xiaoshengchu. It was borne by Lin Feng. When Lin Yuhe had the surgery, Lin Feng had no cash in hand.
A total of three bronchial thermoforming operations were performed, and the total cost of the three operations was 100,000 yuan, which was paid by Wu Xin at the time.
In addition, due to the failure of the investment, Lin Yuhe's follow-up recovery drugs will also be rearranged.
It is difficult for those who have not experienced it to understand how troublesome and costly the medicines needed after surgery are. Fortunately, Lin Yuhe was lucky at the time. There happened to be a new drug that had just been released and passed the safety inspection. As custom made.
It is very lucky to be able to find the right medicine, but the medicine does not mean that it can be used immediately.
This drug has just been developed and launched, and there are no generic drugs or alternatives on the market. It is still under patent protection, and the cost is quite high.
Moreover, there are generally few production lines for this new drug, and even if you have money, you may not be able to obtain the qualification for use.
Lin Yuhe's hope of getting the medicine was very slim.
But in the end, Lin Yuhe still used this drug, and the postoperative recovery effect was really good. He did not leave any sequelae, and his asthma was basically under control after that.
"I remember that the cost of those medicines was 600,000." Lin Yuhe said, "There are still qualifications for medicines, and it is difficult to get them..."
"Six hundred thousand?" Father Lin interrupted him, "Who told you six hundred thousand?"
Lin Yuhe said: "Aunt Wu said it."
"There are also bill details for that year."
"How is it possible?" Lin's father didn't believe it, he said excitedly, "The hospital gave you that medicine because you got the chance to take it. The cost was also reduced at that time, and there was no such thing as six hundred thousand..."
"Father," Lin Yuhe was much calmer than Father Lin, "there were so many patients waiting in line for that kind of medicine at the time, how could it be possible for me to be randomly drawn?"
He also has no memory of the lottery at all.
"I don't quite understand what you said," Father Lin insisted on saying, "But, but it was drawn at that time, I remember it very clearly."
Lin Yuhe shook his head: "Maybe Auntie Wu did something and didn't tell you."
"No, she made it very clear to me," Father Lin's tone was very firm, "everyone in the Wu family made it very clear to me."
"The money was definitely not spent at that time." He pushed the bank card back, "You take the money back."
Lin and He didn't answer.
Lin's father repeated: "Really not, Xiaohe, you believe dad once, if you don't have this money, you can take it back, take it back..."
"Dad." Lin Yuhe shook his head slowly, "It's not important anymore."
"..."
Father Lin's voice stopped abruptly.
Looking at Lin Yuhe's calm expression, he was stunned, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and the chill penetrated to the marrow of his bones.
Father Lin suddenly realized that it really didn't matter anymore.
The important thing was never what happened three years ago, whether it was the 100,000 surgical fee paid by the Wu family or the 600,000 medical expenses.
He was focusing on the wrong focus in the first place.
The important thing is actually the child support for the past eleven years.
Eleven years ago was the year Father Lin and Wu Xin got married. At that time, Lin Yuhe was only ten years old.
What could make a ten-year-old decide to save to pay off debts, recording every expense so clearly
And in the past eleven years, Father Lin has never noticed it once.
"Om—"
The deathly silence was suddenly broken by the vibrating sound of the mobile phone. Father Lin's mobile phone on the table lit up, and the screen displayed—
"Honey".
Lin Yuhe also saw the incoming call information.
This is from Wu Xin.
Father Lin shook his hand and pressed the phone, but didn't answer it.
Lin Yuhe pushed back the bank card again: "Dad, you can keep the money."
"If you don't want it, the Wu family will want it too."
Father Lin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, he couldn't refute it.
There was only the sound of heavy breathing in the room.
After a long time, Father Lin finally spoke, his voice hoarse, and he murmured: "Xiaohe, do you want to sever ties with Dad...?"
The words "sever ties" made his heart cry.
Lin Yuhe's answer was very flat.
He shook his head: "The blood relationship cannot be broken, Dad, I will always call you Dad."
Father Lin suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up, he stared at Lin and He, as if grasping at the last straw, and almost begged, "Then can you take the money back? Xiaohe, what's the matter?" We can all work things out slowly…”
"Dad, that's solving problems."
Lin Yuhe said.
"You will always be my father, and I will support you in the future."
"We just don't owe each other."
The end of this sentence settled, and the room finally became completely and completely quiet.
All words lose their power.
A layer of oil has condensed on the surface of the old duck soup that has not been touched for a long time, and a short dining table has become a long distance that cannot be crossed.
All the differences, at first, start from the distance that can be pulled back as soon as you reach out.
But no one stays in place forever.
What is missed is really gone.
Lin Yuhe left behind a large sum of money and shares, turned around and left.
When he left, Father Lin's cell phone vibrated frantically again.
The hunched figure at the dining table was still there, but no one answered the phone.
The only sound left in the room was the disturbing sound of the mobile phone vibrating, and the low, depressing sound of breathing hard.
Intermittent, powerless, a middle-aged man wailed silently.
—
Lin Yuhe walked out of the corridor only to find that it was snowing outside, and the snowflakes were falling down one after another, spreading on the ground, everything turned into the purest white.
Pure and beautiful.
The auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year. Lin Yuhe took a breath carefully and exhaled a mouthful of white mist.
The new year is coming soon, and snow is a good sign.
A fresh start.
The snow scene is really beautiful, but the weather is also really cold. Lin Yuhe put on his mask, tightened the hood of his down jacket, and planned to take a taxi back home.
In fact, taking a taxi is not expensive, but Lin Yuhe has been saving money to make up for the two million, so although he earned a lot, he has never been willing to spend it.
It's too cold today, so I'd better take a taxi.
Lin Yuhe was about to go outside to call a car, but before walking a few steps, he saw a familiar car downstairs.
He froze for a moment.
Why is the uncle's car still there
The co-pilot of the car got on and off alone, Lin Yuhe squinted his eyes, and found that it was Fang Musen, who waved at him from afar.
It seems that they really came to pick him up.
Lin Yuhe walked over and saw that the car had been covered with a thin layer of snow, and it seemed that it had been parked here for a long time.
He was a little surprised: "Mr. Fang, why are you here? I told Uncle Chen before, just go back tonight by yourself."
Fang Musen looked at him for a while, but couldn't speak.
How should this be answered
It can't really be said that Lu Nan has decided to leave these matters to Lin Yuhe to solve by himself, but he regretted it and waited for him downstairs for two hours.
During these two hours, Fang Musen was also suffering, but it was not because he waited with the boss.
The change of share ownership requires professional help, and it is not difficult to check. So when Father Lin came to find Taiping today, Fang Musen had already guessed what would happen tonight.
When he came out after everything was over, Lin Yuhe's expression was normal, very calm and a little relaxed.
But it is also more distressing and sad.
What Lin and He ended today was their relationship with the only remaining blood relative, and they successfully settled their past debts. He wears the hardest armor in the world, looks unharmed, but also has the hardest shell, so he has nothing to do with the world.
Finally, no one can influence him anymore.
Fang Musen's throat seemed to be choked, he took a breath and said: "Get in the car first, it's cold outside."
Lin Yuhe didn't notice anything, just nodded: "Okay."
He opened the car door and sat in. When he looked up, he was startled.
"Lu... brother?"
He was so frightened that he almost called the wrong name: "Brother? Why are you here?"
The man was wearing a black windbreaker with a stern look on his face, as if he was completely hidden in the shadows.
When Lin Yuhe came in, the man didn't approach, but just looked at him silently.
Lin Yuhe looked a little uneasy.
There is so much snow on the car, how long has Mr. Lu been waiting here
As the car started to drive, Lin Yuhe finally couldn't help but ask, "Is it something about my family, is my father... bothering you?"
He remembered that the driver uncle said that Father Lin had gone to see Mr. Lu.
The man finally spoke, with a low voice.
"No."
Lu Nan's speech was too brief, Lin Yuhe couldn't capture his emotions, so he could only ponder and say, "That's good."
"The reason why brother came here?"
"Come and see you."
Lu Nan was still looking at him with that indescribably deep gaze.
"Pick you back."
Lin Yuhe was a little surprised.
Then he seemed to understand something, and assured him: "I know I'm getting married soon, and all kinds of trends are more sensitive. I've taken care of everything at home, and I won't cause you any trouble... Ugh!"
Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered by a big warm palm.
"...?"
The lights in the carriage were too dim, Lin Yuhe blinked suspiciously, as if his eyelashes brushed against something.
It wasn't until the eyelashes were pressed that Lin Yuhe realized that it was Lu Nan's thumb, but soon, that hand was withdrawn.
Something hotter was pressed against his lips, and it was ready to break with the touch.
"I'm not here for those messy things."
It was not until such a short distance that Lin Yuhe finally realized that Lu Nan was not in a good mood.
I don't know if it's because Lin Yuhe said the wrong thing, or because of something else.
But this time, he finally got a direct answer.
"Because I miss the smell of lip balm."
The author has something to say: He misses the smell of lube!
Two hundred red envelopes in this chapter
The content written in this article is purely fabricated, thank you for not delving into it. The investment is scribbled. The technology of bronchial thermoforming surgery is not yet mature, and the conditions are very harsh. It is only used for the needs of the plot. Don’t really believe it. The first article of the copy is marked. These are all fictional .
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