Almighty in the city

"Xiaobai, you really know how to joke." Fan's mother smiled, "How can you be so rich, you can be reduced to begging on the streets."

Bai Yifan said sternly: "If you don't set the rules, you can't make a circle. Since Auntie wants to ask me to borrow money, then I will put the rules first. After you think about it, you can decide whether to borrow."

"You say it, you say it, I'm listening." Fan said.

"My rules are actually very simple, as long as you have enough collateral, how much you want to borrow from me, as long as I can get it, it will be no problem." Bai Yifan laid the groundwork and finally revealed his purpose. , "Neither you nor Miss Fan, if you want to borrow money, you have to take things as collateral."

Mother Fan’s face suddenly showed an embarrassed look: "Mortgage—mortgage should be, but you have also seen Xiaobai. There is nothing valuable in this family. Even if we want to mortgage, we I can’t take it out. You and Xiaomei are friends and neighbors. You have such a good relationship. Can you still trust our family?"

"Auntie, since I have set the rules, I must follow the rules." Bai Yifan's face still has the bland smile, "It's not that I deliberately embarrassed you, but precedents. Two, if there are two, there will be countless. When the time comes, this rule will be in vain, so it is absolutely impossible."

"Then what's going on--" Fan's mother suddenly looked at Xiaomei Fan with a look of embarrassment, hoping that she could help to speak.

But how could Xiaomei Fan help in this matter? She wished Bai Yifan would not use the money to repay the loan shark, and immediately turned her head, all without seeing Fan Mu's gaze.

Fan's mother was suddenly anxious, but she couldn't do anything about Fan Xiaomei, as long as she turned her gaze back to Bai Yifan: "Xiao Bai, why don't you say something."

"Auntie, if I say this, my feelings may be broken. Are you really sure you want me to speak?" Bai Yifan asked.

"You said, you said." Fan's mother shook her head repeatedly, indicating that I would not be angry if you said it.

Bai Yifan smiled and said, "Then I'll just talk about it---auntie, there are actually collaterals you can get in your house, such as this house."

"House?" Fan Mu was taken aback.

Bai Yifan smiled and nodded: "Although the old houses in the old town of this county are not very valuable, they are worth a little bit. With my friendship with Xiaomei Fan, I will definitely not overwhelm you in the valuation. This house, If you are willing to mortgage it, I can write you a check for 200,000 yuan now."

"Two hundred thousand?" Fan's mother stared, "This house is only worth two hundred thousand?"

"Mom, what do you think!" Fan Xiaomei snorted at this moment. "This is just a small county under Nantong, and our house is in the old city again. It is still a very old house. At the price of 1,000 yuan per square meter, Lao Bai has already lost a lot of money! As far as the new community in the new city is concerned, the price of the sales center of other people's sales is only a little over 5,000."

Bai Yifan also smiled and explained: "Auntie, this is a mortgage, not a house sale. As long as Xiaomei returns the 200,000 yuan back to me, isn't this house still yours?"

"The truth is the truth, but this house—" Fan Mu looked embarrassed, "Xiaobai, can you change it for a mortgage? Her brother also borrowed tens of thousands of dollars, including the interest, including the original. If the interest is paid back, it will be less than one hundred thousand yuan, so we don't have to borrow 200 thousand yuan."

Bai Yifan smiled and said: "Then you mortgage this house to me, let's sign a mortgage contract, and then I will give you a check for one hundred thousand yuan. I will return the one hundred thousand yuan back. The house is still yours."

"This, this--" Fan Mu suddenly hesitated.

Fan Xiaomei had already vaguely guessed what Bai Yifan wanted to do at this time, and she frowned, as if she wanted to speak something, but she just met Bai Yifan's eyes.

The expression in Bai Yifan's eyes had a very clear meaning, which was to tell her not to speak, and to leave everything to himself.

Fan Xiaomei bit her lip, and finally swallowed what she wanted to say back into her stomach.

"Xiao Bai, can't we open the Internet?" Fan's mother seems to be quite resistant to the mortgage of the house, and hopes that Bai Yifan can make an exception.

But Bai Yifan did bite to death in this respect: "Auntie, the rules are the rules. This is absolutely unbreakable, and I dare not break it. But this time you borrow money from me, I can charge no interest and repay. The time can also be set longer. This is the limit I can do. If you really don’t want to, auntie, then assume that I haven’t said anything before—I’ll go in and see my uncle. The friend from Yancheng contacted him and arranged a bed for his uncle and a time for expert consultation."

While talking, seeing that Fan's mother had no objection, he gave Xiaomei Fan a wink, and walked into the bedroom to see Father Fan who had suffered a stroke and collapsed on the bed.

In the living room, Fan's mother was still hesitating.

Fan Xiaomei sneered, "Mom, what are you hesitating about? Haven't you been forcing me to pay back that bad guy's brother? Now that someone who is willing to borrow money comes out, why are you hesitating?"

"Don't say that about your brother!" Fan's mother was a little impetuous by Bai Yifan's mortgage proposal. At this time, she heard Fan Xiaomei's "bad guy" and she couldn't help furious, "This house is mortgaged," If you don’t have the money, the house won’t belong to us anymore! By then, your brother, your sister-in-law, and Lei Lei, and where will your father and I live?

"It looks like this house is all bought with my money." Fan Xiaomei continued to sneer, "Did their family spend more than half a dime?"

Without waiting for Fan's mother to scold her, she continued to sneer: "You and Dad are going to Yancheng soon. Dad will naturally live in the hospital when you arrive. If you want to accompany Dad, then you must be living in the hospital. Maybe, wait. Dad is cured, and I have already paid back the money! You are not just making such calculations!"

"I'm your mother!" Fan's mother was furious, but she was worried that Bai Yifan, who entered the bedroom to visit Father Fan, had to swallow that breath, "He came to the door and gave a gift of 20,000 yuan. Check, and driving that kind of car again, there must be a rich man. The mere 100,000 yuan is just a drizzle for him. You can’t tell him, let him lend you the money first, and let’s go back. Pay it back slowly, even if it doesn't happen in the end, he's afraid he won't care."

"Hehe, this is what you mean, Mom!" Fan Xiaomei still sneered, "You have to say this, I don't have the face to say it! I said Mom, you really want to make me a widow, you are only satisfied is it?"