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"Ms. Huang." After Huang Mian left, Chen Jincai said in this way: "The matter is over. Your husband and wife have to be cruel to do it. Jade is not a weapon!"

Huang He naturally knew this truth well, and smiled at Chen Jin: "That's the way I've been in my life. If Xiao Mian doesn't have a good life, can I still bring so much property to the ashes?"

Chen Jin asked curiously: "What arrangements do you have, Mr. Huang?"

"Haha~" Huang He said with a smile: "At the factory, I have hired professional managers with a high salary, and told them that they are not in good health and they have to go abroad for training.

"Then if Huang Mian finds your factory..." Chen Jin doubted.

Huang He shook his head and said: "Impossible. There are so many loopholes in this matter, and he would have doubted it for a long time. I won't wait until now. It is also because of this that I really found his unbearable! It's no brainer."

Chen Jinwu smiled to himself, that is indeed the truth in his heart.

"Not only that." Huang He said again: "I discussed with his mother, and then I went to set up a stall in front of Chunan University and sold the products from my own factory."

Chen Jin was taken aback, and then nodded seriously at Huang He, admiring it in his heart!

For his son, he, a billionaire super rich, was able to put his face down to set up a street stall. This paternal love is really too heavy!

But only in this way can Huang Mian truly understand the hardships of life.

"Xiao Chen, now I hope Xiao Mian can apply for you as you imagined, otherwise, I will do so much..."

Chen Jin said immediately: "Don't worry, Mr. Huang, I have arrangements."

Seeing what he said confidently, Huang He was a little relieved and started to help his wife clean up together.

Chen Jin was also embarrassed.Their family suddenly moved out of the top-notch mansion in Dongjiang City and moved into such a single apartment. The psychological gap caused by them is obvious.

This situation and situation made Chen Jin deeply understand the true part of the phrase "poor the world's parents."

"Mr. Huang, then I'll go first." Chen Jin greeted the two and left.

At the same time, Huang Mian also ran out of the Qingheyuan community in a huff, and started to make calls with the phone in his hand.

"Hey, Adong? I'm Huang Mian, it's a bit urgent to find you. Yes, do you have money on hand? Lend me some first."

"What? Wait! Hey~Hello~"

"Xiao Fei, you took 50,000 yuan from me before, remember? Send it to me quickly, I have an urgent need!"

"Fuck! Don't let Lao Tzu meet you!"

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In nearly two hours, Huang Mian held his mobile phone and made dozens of hundreds of calls at the gate of Qingheyuan.From the beginning, the anger was overwhelming, and gradually became numb and despair.

He flipped through the phone's address book in a daze. There were nearly 2,000 people in it, and there were more than 1,900 people he had not contacted.

But after having learned so many phone calls before, he understood that no one would be willing to help himself.

When they were rich, how nice did those people say it?If you have him, you have your own?

The results of it?Which time did you go out to be chic and not pay for it yourself?

At no time in Huang Mian's life has he had such a profound experience of the term "hupengoyou".Although parents always use this word to describe his friends.

At this desperate time, Huang Mian's mind could not avoid another thought.

Do you want to borrow another loan shark?

But where does the collateral come from?The house has been sold out, not to mention the car.What's more, there has never been any property in his name.

And even if he borrows it, can he afford the high interest?

In an instant, Huang Mian realized that if he couldn't get the money from his parents, he would turn into a penniless waste?

The phone's ringtone rang at this moment.

Huang Mian picked it up and saw that it was a strange number.

With a hint of curiosity, he picked it up.

"Hey, is it Huang Mian?"

The man opposite asked very politely.

"It's me." He replied: "You are?"

"Great!" The person on the other side smiled: "I have worked hard to find out your contact information. I am Zeng Changjun. I used to be in Dongjiang No. 2 Middle School and we were classmates! You! do you remember?"

Zeng Changjun?

Huang Mian remembered it seriously, then remembered it and smiled hard, "Oh, it's the monitor. What's the matter?"

"That's it. We graduated from Dongjiang No. 2 Middle School in ten years soon. So I thought, two days after New Year's Day, a class reunion will be organized, and the whole class will get in touch, and you will be left alone. Must come!" Zeng Changjun said joyfully.

"Classmate meeting?" Huang Mian was stunned, then thought of his own situation.

If his father hasn’t gone bankrupt, and he’s still the second generation of the super rich who is waiting to inherit hundreds of millions of fortunes, Huang Mian will be happy to go to such a classmate’s meeting to pretend to be coercive, maybe he can even hook up with those goddesses who relied on their innocence before. ?

But now, he can't even get the money for taxis in his pocket, and he is truly impoverished. How can he go?It's strange not to be laughed at!

"Um~" Huang Mian paused and replied, "Unfortunately. I'm going to Europe on New Year's Day, and it's already scheduled. Hey, if you contact me earlier, it would be fine."

"That's it~" Zeng Changjun was obviously a little lost, but then he said again: "Well then, I wish you a happy trip. By the way, I will contact you more in the future. I am now doing import and export trade, and I can earn thousands of dollars a year. It’s here. Of course, it’s not comparable to you. Haha~"

After the phone was hung up, Huang Mian fell into a mood of self-doubt.

The reason Zeng Changjun wanted to deliberately mentioned his income was naturally because he thought Huang Mian was the second generation of super rich when he was studying, and he deliberately made use of his classmates to make friends.

But when Huang Mian heard it, it was very incredible!

Of course he remembered Zeng Changjun, he was the monitor after all.But he was obviously a poor student back then!I only know that he was admitted to the foreign affairs college in the northeast, and then there was no intersection.

How come you are now the boss of import and export trade?Earn 10 million yuan a year?

Look at yourself again?

A Zeng Changjun is like this, but what about other students?

Huang Mian knew very well that at the beginning of Dongjiang No. 2 Middle School, his father spent a lot of money to put it in.That is the middle school with the highest teaching level in Dongjiang City, and the online rate of one book is over 99%!

And he is just a few tenths of a percentage other than 99%!

"Other classmates, I think they are all pretty good now, right?" Huang Mian thought silently: "At least it must be much better than my own waste. You can't even get 500 yuan a month for food expenses?"

500 yuan, when he used to go out to have fun, he used to tip more than this, but now he has to throw away countless times for himself, "it is not money at all" money!

Huang Mian just sat on the side of the road, hanging his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

He was still sitting with his head down like this until the lights were on and the night was blown by the wind.

Suddenly a packed box lunch was placed on the ground in front of him.

"Eat! Those with hands and feet won't really starve to death. Even if I lend you first for this meal."