Chapter 530
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A man in a torn vest sat up from a creaking bed with a decadent face.
The quilt cover, which was supposed to be light colored and similar to silk fabric, has now become dark, especially the two ends of the cup, which are black and bright and greasy with a layer of black sludge.
Whenever he couldn't stand it, he would change the quilt back, but now it doesn't make much sense for him to change it or not.
He stretched himself and scratched the itchy armpit hair under his armpit. Then he trembled. He didn't feel it when he left the quilt. Now he feels cold.
In fact, there is heating in the room. He shares the same heating pipe with his neighbors to ensure the indoor temperature, which is also a new measure this winter.
In order to avoid some people who suddenly become poor and lack cold resistance experience, the mayor froze to death one morning, so they provided public heating services for some people who need heating, but its effect is not very good. Sometimes they stop for a while in the middle of the night.
But that's good. At least it can keep people from shivering when they sleep.
He changed into clothes that had not been cleaned for a long time and gave off a strong smell. He squeezed into the bathroom from the narrow door, and then began to clean himself.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he said to himself, "everything will be fine."
Yes, everything will be fine.
That's what he said to himself when the disaster actually had a omen. At that time, he still lived in a luxurious single family villa. There were restless servants around. His little wife, who was 30 years younger than him, looked at him with adoring eyes, as if everything he said was true.
That's what he said when the disaster really happened. Everything will be fine.
At that time, he dismissed all the servants in his family. He could not continue to squander his little cash to pay those expensive salaries.
His wife, who was 30 years younger than him, looked at him suspiciously. She seemed not sure whether he was telling the truth or cheating herself.
When the disaster happened for some time, he still said so. Everything will be fine.
His villa was taken back by the bank. He was driven out of his home by the people in the bank. His wife, who was nearly 30 years younger than him, almost didn't give him any preparation. She took him to court and sued for divorce on the grounds that he couldn't give her enough satisfaction in sexual life.
In the end, he didn't go to court with the little wife who was more than 30 years younger than him and praised him for being "powerful" for countless nights, because he couldn't afford a lawyer, which would only make his situation worse.
He was robbed of almost everything in his hands. Fortunately, he still had such a small house, which was used by the government to accommodate him. He was qualified to live in only after he had found a relationship with a trustee.
Except for a factory and a lot of orders that have been produced, but no one is willing to pay for the tail goods, he has nothing!
At this time, he gets up and looks in the mirror every day. As always, he will say, "everything will be fine!"
He firmly believes in this point. It is said in the newspaper that the Federation has found a way to revitalize the economy. The joint development work of the Federation and nagaril has made unprecedented great progress. The dividends brought by helping other countries' development are enough to make the Federation recover quickly before the economic recession, and this society will become a better world.
At that time, he could live in a big house, hire countless servants, and then find a girl 40 years younger than himself as his wife. He had to toss until he was exhausted every day.
He looked at his bearded self in the mirror and nodded, "yes, everything will be fine!"
Once again, he tried hard to squeeze out of the narrow door... This kind of apartment with almost no rent is not for people to enjoy life, but for people to have a place to survive, so the squeezing of space is a matter of course.
He went to the window of the living room and opened the window. The cold air rushed in. He had to wrap his clothes.
Through the windowsill, the bright sunshine outside the window shines in, which can make people warm for a moment even in cold winter.
He went to one side of the door, picked up a newspaper from the ground, and then cooked himself a pot of the cheapest coffee - several of the cheapest coffee beans were crushed with stones. They didn't even need to be filtered. They were directly put into the pot for boiling. In fact, this kind of coffee can't be called coffee. It should be said to be the water for boiling beans, but it was also his only drink.
A small bag of relief food received from the rescue station is heated in a coffee pot. The aluminum packaging allows it to be heated through water without worrying about any problems.
A few minutes later, he sat at the table with the coffee pot, basking in the sun, tasting coffee, reading the latest newspaper, and squeezing the relief food like thin Baba into his mouth.
"Hello, Mr. Jonathan..."
Someone in the corridor passed by his window and said hello to him. He also smiled and responded warmly, "good morning, Mr. Anderson..."
Looking at Mr. Anderson's back, Jonathan shook his head. Mr. Anderson is also a factory owner. He has heard before that he is richer than him.
Later, Mr. Jonathan sold everything, including the factory, in order to get rid of his debt as soon as possible. If he didn't do so, he thought the loan would become an overwhelming mountain.
Even if the bank is not in a hurry to let him repay the loan, only the annual interest can make you gasp for breath. When he loses, he admits defeat, so he sells everything and starts over. Now Mr. Anderson has become an insurance salesman and is trying to find a chance to get up again.
Unlike Mr. Anderson, Mr. Jonathan didn't sell his factory. He gambled, a feeling and idea he couldn't say.
If so many people fail, the federal government will certainly let banks suspend the recovery of loans, and even give low interest rates and interest free, otherwise many people may not survive.
He's right. He has nothing and owes a lot of money, but he still has a chance.
In fact, he has been looking for opportunities. Reading the newspaper every day is the way to look for opportunities. From the newspaper, he learned a lot, such as the development of nagariel.
He has a very mysterious intuition. He knows that he will be rich again soon.
The development of nagariel will certainly make the society there generate more vigorous material demand when it is rapidly rich. At that time, the tail orders in his factory can be easily sold to those active international commodity dealers as long as they are slightly reduced.
As long as there is a payback, let the bank see his ability and potential to make money for the bank again, he can try to get another loan and start again!
This day will not be too far away. He always believes in this.
After eating Baba, he rinsed his mouth with the last bit of coffee and swallowed them all. The Baba meal is not delicious, but this thing is the last guarantee to maintain his life. He won't waste a little food!
Just as he was about to take it out and walk around, a young man with clothes and shoes and a suitcase in his hand suddenly stood outside the door.
The young man's head was covered with a thick layer of hair wax, so that no hair went where it shouldn't go in the cold wind.
Judging from the young man's dress, Jonathan's series of courts and judges made Mr. Jonathan more nervous.
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A man in a torn vest sat up from a creaking bed with a decadent face.
The quilt cover, which was supposed to be light colored and similar to silk fabric, has now become dark, especially the two ends of the cup, which are black and bright and greasy with a layer of black sludge.
Whenever he couldn't stand it, he would change the quilt back, but now it doesn't make much sense for him to change it or not.
He stretched himself and scratched the itchy armpit hair under his armpit. Then he trembled. He didn't feel it when he left the quilt. Now he feels cold.
In fact, there is heating in the room. He shares the same heating pipe with his neighbors to ensure the indoor temperature, which is also a new measure this winter.
In order to avoid some people who suddenly become poor and lack cold resistance experience, the mayor froze to death one morning, so they provided public heating services for some people who need heating, but its effect is not very good. Sometimes they stop for a while in the middle of the night.
But that's good. At least it can keep people from shivering when they sleep.
He changed into clothes that had not been cleaned for a long time and gave off a strong smell. He squeezed into the bathroom from the narrow door, and then began to clean himself.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he said to himself, "everything will be fine."
Yes, everything will be fine.
That's what he said to himself when the disaster actually had a omen. At that time, he still lived in a luxurious single family villa. There were restless servants around. His little wife, who was 30 years younger than him, looked at him with adoring eyes, as if everything he said was true.
That's what he said when the disaster really happened. Everything will be fine.
At that time, he dismissed all the servants in his family. He could not continue to squander his little cash to pay those expensive salaries.
His wife, who was 30 years younger than him, looked at him suspiciously. She seemed not sure whether he was telling the truth or cheating herself.
When the disaster happened for some time, he still said so. Everything will be fine.
His villa was taken back by the bank. He was driven out of his home by the people in the bank. His wife, who was nearly 30 years younger than him, almost didn't give him any preparation. She took him to court and sued for divorce on the grounds that he couldn't give her enough satisfaction in sexual life.
In the end, he didn't go to court with the little wife who was more than 30 years younger than him and praised him for being "powerful" for countless nights, because he couldn't afford a lawyer, which would only make his situation worse.
He was robbed of almost everything in his hands. Fortunately, he still had such a small house, which was used by the government to accommodate him. He was qualified to live in only after he had found a relationship with a trustee.
Except for a factory and a lot of orders that have been produced, but no one is willing to pay for the tail goods, he has nothing!
At this time, he gets up and looks in the mirror every day. As always, he will say, "everything will be fine!"
He firmly believes in this point. It is said in the newspaper that the Federation has found a way to revitalize the economy. The joint development work of the Federation and nagaril has made unprecedented great progress. The dividends brought by helping other countries' development are enough to make the Federation recover quickly before the economic recession, and this society will become a better world.
At that time, he could live in a big house, hire countless servants, and then find a girl 40 years younger than himself as his wife. He had to toss until he was exhausted every day.
He looked at his bearded self in the mirror and nodded, "yes, everything will be fine!"
Once again, he tried hard to squeeze out of the narrow door... This kind of apartment with almost no rent is not for people to enjoy life, but for people to have a place to survive, so the squeezing of space is a matter of course.
He went to the window of the living room and opened the window. The cold air rushed in. He had to wrap his clothes.
Through the windowsill, the bright sunshine outside the window shines in, which can make people warm for a moment even in cold winter.
He went to one side of the door, picked up a newspaper from the ground, and then cooked himself a pot of the cheapest coffee - several of the cheapest coffee beans were crushed with stones. They didn't even need to be filtered. They were directly put into the pot for boiling. In fact, this kind of coffee can't be called coffee. It should be said to be the water for boiling beans, but it was also his only drink.
A small bag of relief food received from the rescue station is heated in a coffee pot. The aluminum packaging allows it to be heated through water without worrying about any problems.
A few minutes later, he sat at the table with the coffee pot, basking in the sun, tasting coffee, reading the latest newspaper, and squeezing the relief food like thin Baba into his mouth.
"Hello, Mr. Jonathan..."
Someone in the corridor passed by his window and said hello to him. He also smiled and responded warmly, "good morning, Mr. Anderson..."
Looking at Mr. Anderson's back, Jonathan shook his head. Mr. Anderson is also a factory owner. He has heard before that he is richer than him.
Later, Mr. Jonathan sold everything, including the factory, in order to get rid of his debt as soon as possible. If he didn't do so, he thought the loan would become an overwhelming mountain.
Even if the bank is not in a hurry to let him repay the loan, only the annual interest can make you gasp for breath. When he loses, he admits defeat, so he sells everything and starts over. Now Mr. Anderson has become an insurance salesman and is trying to find a chance to get up again.
Unlike Mr. Anderson, Mr. Jonathan didn't sell his factory. He gambled, a feeling and idea he couldn't say.
If so many people fail, the federal government will certainly let banks suspend the recovery of loans, and even give low interest rates and interest free, otherwise many people may not survive.
He's right. He has nothing and owes a lot of money, but he still has a chance.
In fact, he has been looking for opportunities. Reading the newspaper every day is the way to look for opportunities. From the newspaper, he learned a lot, such as the development of nagariel.
He has a very mysterious intuition. He knows that he will be rich again soon.
The development of nagariel will certainly make the society there generate more vigorous material demand when it is rapidly rich. At that time, the tail orders in his factory can be easily sold to those active international commodity dealers as long as they are slightly reduced.
As long as there is a payback, let the bank see his ability and potential to make money for the bank again, he can try to get another loan and start again!
This day will not be too far away. He always believes in this.
After eating Baba, he rinsed his mouth with the last bit of coffee and swallowed them all. The Baba meal is not delicious, but this thing is the last guarantee to maintain his life. He won't waste a little food!
Just as he was about to take it out and walk around, a young man with clothes and shoes and a suitcase in his hand suddenly stood outside the door.
The young man's head was covered with a thick layer of hair wax, so that no hair went where it shouldn't go in the cold wind.
Judging from the young man's dress, Jonathan's series of courts and judges made Mr. Jonathan more nervous.
A man in a torn vest sat up from a creaking bed with a decadent face.The quilt cover, which was supposed to be light colored and similar to silk fabric, has now become dark, especially the two ends of the cup, which are black and bright and greasy with a layer of black sludge.Whenever he couldn't stand it, he would change the quilt back, but now it doesn't make much sense for him to change it or not.He stretched himself and scratched the itchy armpit hair under his armpit. Then he trembled. He didn't feel it when he left the quilt. Now he feels cold.In fact, there is heating in the room. He shares the same heating pipe with his neighbors to ensure the indoor temperature, which is also a new measure this winter.In order to avoid some people who suddenly become poor and lack cold resistance experience, the mayor froze to death one morning, so they provided public heating services for some people who need heating, but its effect is not very good. Sometimes they stop for a while in the middle of the night.But that's good. At least it can keep people from shivering when they sleep.He changed into clothes that had not been cleaned for a long time and gave off a strong smell. He squeezed into the bathroom from the narrow door, and then began to clean himself.Looking at himself in the mirror, he said to himself, "everything will be fine."Yes, everything will be fine.That's what he said to himself when the disaster actually had a omen. At that time, he still lived in a luxurious single family villa. There were restless servants around. His little wife, who was 30 years younger than him, looked at him with adoring eyes, as if everything he said was true.That's what he said when the disaster really happened. Everything will be fine.At that time, he dismissed all the servants in his family. He could not continue to squander his little cash to pay those expensive salaries.His wife, who was 30 years younger than him, looked at him suspiciously. She seemed not sure whether he was telling the truth or cheating herself.When the disaster happened for some time, he still said so. Everything will be fine.His villa was taken back by the bank. He was driven out of his home by the people in the bank. His wife, who was nearly 30 years younger than him, almost didn't give him any preparation. She took him to court and sued for divorce on the grounds that he couldn't give her enough satisfaction in sexual life.In the end, he didn't go to court with the little wife who was more than 30 years younger than him and praised him for being "powerful" for countless nights, because he couldn't afford a lawyer, which would only make his situation worse.He was robbed of almost everything in his hands. Fortunately, he still had such a small house, which was used by the government to accommodate him. He was qualified to live in only after he had found a relationship with a trustee.Except for a factory and a lot of orders that have been produced, but no one is willing to pay for the tail goods, he has nothing!At this time, he gets up and looks in the mirror every day. As always, he will say, "everything will be fine!"He firmly believes in this point. It is said in the newspaper that the Federation has found a way to revitalize the economy. The joint development work of the Federation and nagaril has made unprecedented great progress. The dividends brought by helping other countries' development are enough to make the Federation recover quickly before the economic recession, and this society will become a better world.At that time, he could live in a big house, hire countless servants, and then find a girl 40 years younger than himself as his wife. He had to toss until he was exhausted every day.He looked at his bearded self in the mirror and nodded, "yes, everything will be fine!"Once again, he tried hard to squeeze out of the narrow door... This kind of apartment with almost no rent is not for people to enjoy life, but for people to have a place to survive, so the squeezing of space is a matter of course.He went to the window of the living room and opened the window. The cold air rushed in. He had to wrap his clothes.Through the windowsill, the bright sunshine outside the window shines in, which can make people warm for a moment even in cold winter.He went to one side of the door, picked up a newspaper from the ground, and then cooked himself a pot of the cheapest coffee - several of the cheapest coffee beans were crushed with stones. They didn't even need to be filtered. They were directly put into the pot for boiling. In fact, this kind of coffee can't be called coffee. It should be said to be the water for boiling beans, but it was also his only drink.A small bag of relief food received from the rescue station is heated in a coffee pot. The aluminum packaging allows it to be heated through water without worrying about any problems.A few minutes later, he sat at the table with the coffee pot, basking in the sun, tasting coffee, reading the latest newspaper, and squeezing the relief food like thin Baba into his mouth."Hello, Mr. Jonathan..."Someone in the corridor passed by his window and said hello to him. He also smiled and responded warmly, "good morning, Mr. Anderson..."Looking at Mr. Anderson's back, Jonathan shook his head. Mr. Anderson is also a factory owner. He has heard before that he is richer than him.Later, Mr. Jonathan sold everything, including the factory, in order to get rid of his debt as soon as possible. If he didn't do so, he thought the loan would become an overwhelming mountain.Even if the bank is not in a hurry to let him repay the loan, only the annual interest can make you gasp for breath. When he loses, he admits defeat, so he sells everything and starts over. Now Mr. Anderson has become an insurance salesman and is trying to find a chance to get up again.Unlike Mr. Anderson, Mr. Jonathan didn't sell his factory. He gambled, a feeling and idea he couldn't say.If so many people fail, the federal government will certainly let banks suspend the recovery of loans, and even give low interest rates and interest free, otherwise many people may not survive.He's right. He has nothing and owes a lot of money, but he still has a chance.In fact, he has been looking for opportunities. Reading the newspaper every day is the way to look for opportunities. From the newspaper, he learned a lot, such as the development of nagariel.He has a very mysterious intuition. He knows that he will be rich again soon.The development of nagariel will certainly make the society there generate more vigorous material demand when it is rapidly rich. At that time, the tail orders in his factory can be easily sold to those active international commodity dealers as long as they are slightly reduced.As long as there is a payback, let the bank see his ability and potential to make money for the bank again, he can try to get another loan and start again!This day will not be too far away. He always believes in this.After eating Baba, he rinsed his mouth with the last bit of coffee and swallowed them all. The Baba meal is not delicious, but this thing is the last guarantee to maintain his life. He won't waste a little food!Just as he was about to take it out and walk around, a young man with clothes and shoes and a suitcase in his hand suddenly stood outside the door.The young man's head was covered with a thick layer of hair wax, so that no hair went where it shouldn't go in the cold wind.Judging from the young man's dress, Jonathan's series of courts and judges made Mr. Jonathan more nervous.
