As a senior partner of NCB, Natiya still has a certain influence among the bank's top management, and no matter how much influence she has, at least she and the senior management of NCB know each other, and both have more or less relationships and can talk.

Mr. Geblin is a high-level broker, his job is to collect as many things as possible in his own environment that can become a "channel", when he has a need, he will give the other party a condition that cannot be refused through some unique ways of his own, and then let the other party do something for himself, such as he voluntarily gives up the debt and interest that Mr. Walter owes him, and then let Nadia help him do what he can.

It may seem like he's lost a lot of money, but he's able to get more money from other places, even things that go beyond money, such as the approval and cooperation of some big names. The prospects and future benefits of these things are much higher than those on the ledger. In addition to organizing the gamble, he has a number of other ways to create these demands that he cannot refuse.

Now that Nathia had lost her position and her job, Mr. Walter and Ms. Nadia had become worthless in Mr. Gablin's eyes. To make up for the time and energy he'd wasted playing with Mr. Walter for so long, he needed to cash out the debts on his ledger in exchange for a reward he didn't like. It's just dead money, it's just data on a bank passbook, it can't do much more!

It adds up to about 90,000 yuan, and it also makes Mr. Geblin a little annoyed that half a year is wasted, after all, the title of senior partner of NCB is still very useful. He didn't try to understand why Nadia lost the title and job, and he wouldn't do any more investigation into a couple who were about to turn into social garbage, which would only be a waste of his time and energy.

The brand-new House Cheetah sedan came to a quiet and steady halt in the villa area, and Mr. Geblin got out of the car, and he glanced at the villa, a smile on his lips. Perhaps he could buy the villa, but of course he wouldn't spend that much money, and with Mr. Walter's debt plus a small amount of cash, he could buy this good resource. After a while, maybe two or three years later, it would be appropriate to sell it at a high price to the nouveau riche who are desperate to squeeze into high society.

He turned the staff of civilization in his hand very gracefully and walked to the front of the house. He rang the doorbell and looked at the yard, where the price of the turf had risen to two dollars and one square meter, and it needed to be replaced every month. If you don't change them, they will start to darken in color, not as vibrant and pleasing to the eye as they are now, and the dark green color will look very dirty.

The yard is square, the yard here is basically like this, the swimming pool should be behind the house, a fountain can be placed here, and then a gravel path can be re-paved. Maybe it's not bad to get a flower greenhouse, which looks like it can make people feel that the owner's character and hobbies are more elegant.

He has already considered this villa his own property and is considering how to arrange it.

There was a quarrel between Walter and Nadia in the room, and in the face of Nadia's interrogation, Walter felt that he had lost a lot of face, and even felt that he was humiliated!

He and Nadia used to be classmates, and they had some affection for each other when they were in school, but they separated after graduation. Once he went to the bank to handle business, and happened to meet Nadia who was talking to someone else in the hall, and the two were particularly surprised after meeting, and they had a meal together in the evening. At that time, Walter was just an ordinary warehouse manager, taking care of the warehouse for a large trading company. It's not a good job, but it's not that bad.

The two men who met again became connected, and the connection became more and more intimate, and finally they came together, and even Walter himself couldn't believe that he had become Nadia's husband. In fact, some people were not optimistic about this marriage at that time, Walt's social status and income were far inferior to Nadia, and they didn't care too much, thinking that as long as they lived well, they would be fine. Then the daughter was born, considering that the daughter needed to be taken care of and Nadia was the main source of income for the family, after the two discussed, Walter quit her job and chose to take care of the family.

At a gathering of friends, everyone drank a lot, and a friend at that time drunkenly patted Walt on the shoulder and said that he was envious that he had married a very good wife, he thought it was a good word, but the next sentence of the guy made him blush. At that time, the man said: I also want a beautiful wife who can make money, I don't need to work in this life and have a lot of money to spend, and it is ...... to live this kind of life like a dream.

Since then, Walter has had a trace of inferiority in his heart that he can't speak, and with the loss of time, Natia has a higher "authority" in the family, which also makes Walter a little uncomfortable. Especially when it comes to some major economic expenditures, Nadia holds the main control. What she felt needed, she would take the money out and buy it, and if she felt it was not necessary, she would "persuade" Walter.

Without economic rights, Walter had no second way to go other than to be persuaded.

Now, the contradictions that have accumulated over the years and what he considers to be a disgrace have erupted in this moment of great crisis.

"You've always been like this, you're in control of my life, you're in control of everything about me, I'm like you've paid for an electric toy that can be heated, and you've never respected my opinion!", Walter roared loudly, "It was like this before, and it's like this now, you don't even need to ask my thoughts and opinions to make decisions, you ask yourself, have you respected me, do you really treat me as your husband!", he stood in the living room with a red face and roared loudly, " I know you look down on me, everybody looks down on me, that's what you're for, isn't it?"

"I finally understand your sinister intentions, you make everyone laugh at me for being a piece of shit, only then can you control all of me. Now, I say no, I'm not going to leave here, I'm not going to leave Steley!", he said maniacally, pulling his hair, "It's your business to leave, but I'm not going to go, never!"

Nathia looked at her husband like a stranger, and it had been eight years since they had been married, and they had never blushed or quarreled in eight years. Every time they need to make a choice and a decision, Nadia also respects White very much, and will ask Walt's opinion before making a decision after he agrees. But why is she so ugly in Walter's eyes, she didn't jump up to refute Walt, she just took a deep breath and pressed the inexplicable anger in her heart, "Sit down and say, arguing can't solve anything." ”

"Hahaha......", Walter laughed a little maniacally, he pointed at Nadia and continued to shout, "Look, you're going to control me again, I'm fed up with your attitude, I'm going to say no today!"

The couple didn't notice the constant ringing of the doorbell because of the argument, and soon the doorbell turned into a knock on the door, which alarmed them, and Nadia glanced at Walter with some sadness, got up and walked to the door and opened the door. Walter in the room breathed a sigh of relief, the hysterical rant for no reason made him feel much more comfortable, he had never been so comfortable since he was married. But at the same time, there is a slight fear that what will happen if Nadia divorces him, he will definitely not be able to pay that huge debt, and he will most likely face prosecution and jail time, or be sent somewhere to work for the rest of his life.

With a hint of remorse growing in his heart, he began to think about how to clean up this sudden outbreak of conflict. He took two steps back and forth, deciding that no matter what Nadia said later, he would apologize for his impulsiveness first, and Nadia would forgive him.

But he waited for a while and Nadia didn't come back, which made him very strange, he walked towards the door curiously, and asked casually, "Who's outside?"

When he reached the passage facing the doorway, he saw Nadia talking to a man with her back to him, which made his calm mood fluctuate a little, and he shouted again, "Honey, who's where", and walked over quickly.

But when Nadia turned to look at him, suddenly his legs went limp and he almost fell, and the person he least wanted to see appeared.

Mr. Gablin, the very friendly gamble organizer who offered to invite him to play a few games and kill some time. At the same time, he was also his biggest creditor, and the conflict that had just erupted was ultimately due to the debt that Mr. Gaeblin and he owed. Now that Mr. Geiblin had come to the door, he suddenly had a sense of the end of the world.

There was a look of disappointment in Nadia's eyes, she didn't know what to say, and when she opened the door and saw Mr. Geblin, who told her that he had come to collect a debt, she first felt ridiculous, and then she began to feel uneasy. Angelio had said about it, and Walter had a flare-up when she mentioned it, which made her realize that it might be much more serious than she thought. She inquired about how Walter had incurred a debt with Mr. Gaiblin, and Walter interrupted them as they were talking.

"Ma'am, if we may, I think we might be able to sit in there and say. With both hands pressed on the tip of the staff of civilization, Mr. Geblin, with a smile on his face, glanced out at the street, "Maybe your neighbor doesn't want to know too much about your private affairs, what do you say?"

Nathia stepped out of the way, gave Walter a disappointed look, and stepped into the kitchen.

She got a little snack and flower tea, and walked into the living room with a tray, Walter was like a child who was visited by the family with a zero score in the exam, sitting on the farthest sofa nervously, bowing his head and not daring to look at himself.