April 2004.

Tin City.

"RNM, give money!"

"What kind of world is this, it's only right to repay debts!"

"My payment has been delayed for more than a year, and Gao Wenjie, a gambler, has not paid it yet. , when he was a brother before, it was really unrighteous! ”

"Gao Wenjie is dead, this factory should have been sold a long time ago, die early and be overborn, and pay back the money of our creditors after it is done!"

A young man in a white shirt stood coldly aside, his hands naturally drooping, looking at the group of angry creditors in front of him.

He has a straight nose and a combination of facial features that are not the kind of beautiful man, but he has a healthy complexion like wheat under his handsome figure, giving people a very sunny feeling.

With a deep look in his eyes, he peeked out of the window and looked at the Baijie Health Center diagonally across the street, as well as the Fenglin Evening Hotel.

A flash of dazedness and a flash of self-deprecation flashed across his face, followed by a soft sigh.

His name is Gao Huaijun.

Now a senior student at Jiankang University of Finance and Economics, he is about to graduate from college, majoring in business administration, which was despised by Zhang Xuefeng every day.

The family opened an electric fan factory, specializing in the production of various styles and sizes of electric fans for household use.

Although I didn't make much money in a year, I also had a small profit of hundreds of thousands.

is a mediocre beggar version of the rich second generation.

However, due to the death of his father Gawain's masterpiece, he became obsessed with gambling, and finally not only committed suicide by jumping off a building a few days ago, but also left a mess.

And just one day ago, a soul from 2023 named Zhou Jie crossed over to Gao Huaijun, who was drunk.

!

What is this called?

Zhou Jie didn't do anything hurtful, so he occasionally watched 10 4 and a small movie.

This day was just a whim, went to Camellia, and found an hour-long love worth 3,988 yuan.

Before he could start doing anything unspeakable, he was excited and went straight through.

How did this popular crossing rebirth rush to him!

It's just that the crossing of people is either a prince or a descendant of a tycoon, and at least there is a down-and-out elf king bloodline or something.

He's good.

This rebirth, good fellow, will directly become a loser!

"High... Boss Xiaogao, what should we do with this trip now? A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle on the side straightened out the buttons that had been pulled open, and took advantage of the creditors' rest to give everyone a bottle of 05-year-old Coke.

He took advantage of the short period of tranquility to ease his mind, hesitated for a moment, walked up to Gao Huaijun, and whispered to him.

He is the second-in-command of this Hillhouse electric fan factory, named Ning Yuan, and follows Gao Wenjie to fight the world.

Although this is the case, it is the first time in his life that he has encountered such a desperate situation.

Although this Hillhouse electric fan factory has been tepid, he is here, at least he has a stable income.

Now Gao Wenjie directly put it up and committed suicide by jumping off the building, which really caught him off guard.

You must know that Gao Wenjie's debts add up, but there are more than one million!

The entire Hillhouse Electric Fan Factory, with its net assets, adds up to a total of less than 1 million.

This is insolvency in the truest sense of the word!

Hillhouse Electric Fan Factory, it's over!

His career here is over!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel desolate, and he didn't know how to deal with this group of creditors who were blocked at the gate of the factory.

He is now 36 years old, and it is not easy to find a position with the same income in the small city of Xicheng.

It is even more difficult to find a boss like Gao Wenjie who trusts him!

"Uncle Ning, just call me Huaijun."

"As for how to solve it?"

Gao Huaijun muttered to himself, shook his head and smiled bitterly, only to feel that he was back at the beginning of a bunch of disordered yarns.

Now this situation is really too difficult.

The beginning is the king bomb!

Ning Yuan looked at him, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his eyes.

But it also makes sense.

In his eyes, Gao Huaijun is just a college student who has not been deeply involved in the world, and he has no experience in society at all.

As for solving the problem ...

can be solved, Gao Wenjie's old fritter, the old gambler will not have an emotional breakdown, leave a mess, and commit suicide by jumping off the building.

"Uncle Ning, how many people are left in our factory now?" Gao Huaijun ignored Ning Yuan's thoughts and asked directly.

As a 35-year-old fritter in the future, Zhou Jie, a technical nerd who is the leader in technology and marketing in a large technology company, and usually likes to specialize in science and technology, can only gamble now and try to see if he can break the game!

"With me, there are still 42 people left, and now most of the temporary workers have run away, and most of the rest have been working in the factory for a long time, and they have feelings for the factory, and they hope to wait and see." Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment and replied directly.

"Are there any unpaid wages in this group?" Gao Huaijun continued to ask.

"Originally, this year's annual situation was not very prosperous, and the benefits were very poor. In addition, Mr. Gao violated the rules and took the money from the company's internal account privately... Now the employees haven't been paid for a month. Ning Yuan licked his chapped lips and said helplessly.

In the past six months, the factory has not iterated for a long time, and it is still the kind of old-fashioned antique, and the orders are pitiful, and the factory has been unable to make ends meet.

And Gao Wenjie's private withdrawal of the company's money is the last straw that overwhelmed Hillhouse Electric Fan Factory!

"High... How can Dad withdraw the company's money privately! Is there no accountant and cashier in the factory? ”

"It's such a small factory, every penny will be carefully calculated, and Boss Gao has the final say, where is there any accounting and cashier!" Ning Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"How much does the company have in its receivables?" Gao Huaijun shook his head and continued to ask.

"There are hundreds of thousands of accounts receivable, but this money is a drop in the bucket. Now the Hillhouse fan factory has this trip, has a reputation bankrupt, now we buy any materials, we must pay cash, our basic business can not be done, just this equipment in the factory and this factory is still a little worth a little money. Ning Yuan hinted.

"How much money does the company have on its books now?" Gao Huaijun tidied up the white shirt that he had scuffled with those creditors just now.

"520 bucks... Ning Yuan said with difficulty.

"How much? Uncle Ning! I heard you right! 520 pieces! Are you sure you're not missing a lot-of-the-road? Gao Huaijun stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sure, it's only 520 yuan!"

Ning Yuan looked at this Gao Huaijun with some differences.

Although these problems are some ordinary problems, they basically understand the general situation in the factory, and if they are not people who have all the knowledge of practice, they will not have such a strong goal.

This Gao Huaijun is not as wasteful as he imagined!

However, Gao Huaijun was thinking about something else.

!

520 yuan, this cheap dad who hasn't met is really enough to love him.

Gao Huaijun looked at these creditors who glanced at him from time to time, and there was a burst of despair in his heart.

As soon as I crossed it, I started the hell difficulty game and was saddled with millions of debts.

More than 1 million!

He'd heard of the pit father, but he hadn't heard of the pit son.

He's really, I'm crying to death!

But.

No way!

Despite the world's devastated wounds, there are always people who are sewing and mending them.