Seeing that his father was indifferent, Zhou Yan shook his head helplessly: "Dad, it's not easy for your son to make some money, but you don't want to throw it away. I do have a lot of good projects, but you can't throw your son into it either."
Pushing in the fire pit?"
"But..." Zhou Yan's father frowned, "It's been so long, it's useless to dig up those bad debts again!"
"The embezzlement of more than 200,000 yuan, the retroactive period of criminal prosecution is more than ten years," Zhou Yan smiled coldly, "It has been less than five years since Zhou Chuanjian escaped from our village, right?"
As for bad debts, Zhou Yan is not afraid. He also has a group of accountants who laugh all day long and have nothing to do. It just allows them to get familiar with the business.
"Dad," Zhou Yan saw that his father was a little moved, and quickly struck while the iron was hot, "You and Zhou Tong don't need to come forward to deal with the matter. You just need to persuade Zhou Tong to dig out the bad debts..."
"Oh well……"
Father Zhou Yan had no intention of looking at electrical appliances anymore and stood up absentmindedly: "You guys watch TV first, I'm going to bed!"
Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou Yan lost interest and looked at Qin Ruoshu: "Xiao Qin, please wait here for a while while I go to the new house to clean up..."
"Auntie, I'm sleepy too..." Qin Ruoshu stood up.
Zhou Yan naturally couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up, walked to the door, thought about it, and then went back to the room to get the car keys.
“It’s just a few steps and you’re still driving!”
Even though she was sitting in the car, I still looked unhappy.
"Mom, we won't be at home tomorrow. We'll leave the car at home. If it gets scratched, I won't be able to tell anyone..."
"Yes," Mrs. Zhou Yan nodded, thought for a moment, and asked curiously, "Are you sure about Zhou Chuanjian's matter?"
"Ten percent!" Zhou Yan smiled, "As an official, there is a crime of unknown sources of huge amounts of property. There is no way to explain the source of his money..."
"That's good..." Mrs. Zhou Yan gritted her teeth with hatred, "When your father and I contracted the orchard, we did a good job, but this Chuanjian stepped in and subcontracted the orchard to us without even going through the formalities.
His brother..."
What Mrs. Zhou Yan meant by tidying up the bed was to introduce the layout of the new home to Qin Ruoshu, and then choose the bedroom next to the terrace for Qin Ruoshu.
"Ruoshu, there is a separate bathroom in the room, and the shower gel and shampoo are all newly purchased..."
After introducing Datong, my mother pulled aside Zhou Yan, who was watching the excitement at the door, and stuffed a palm-sized box into Zhou Yan's pocket: "Son, please take it easy, I really can't help it..."
How can I have time to care about this?
After sending his mother away, Zhou Yan went to the study room with his notebook. As soon as he sat down, Qin Ruoshu, who was wearing a mixed peasant woman's outfit, pulled on her slippers, quietly approached Zhou Yan, and whispered: "Hubby, I'm going to take a bath.
Got it!"
"Leprechaun!"
The Three Pure Ones are above us! The Patriarch’s blessings!
"In front of Emperor Zixiaxu of the Shangqing Dynasty, Lord Yuchen of the Supreme Dao..."
After reciting Huang Ting silently, Zhou Yan opened his notebook and took a look at the operation of the "Golden Scissors".
Although it has been two days since Deng Zhuohao’s “teaching (jiao) scholar (shi)” behavior of spending 4 billion, the impact is still continuing. The most intuitive manifestation is: HK’s fantasy stock price, which has fallen to SHIT, has rebounded all the way.
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And the "golden scissors" quietly sold out a large number of low-priced stocks that they had bought a few days ago. Over and over again, they made more than 40 small profits, even if they really bought 30% of the shares in their dreams.
After eating it, I don’t feel bad anymore...
After reading the stocks, I felt comfortable.
Picked up the phone and called Deng Zhuo.
As soon as the call was connected, Deng Zhuo complained: "Dr. Jay, it's not working hours now. If we talk about work-related issues, we have to pay extra!"
"Okay," Zhou Yan chuckled, "How's it going over there?"
"What else?" Deng Zhuo's voice was full of excitement, "Liu Chuanxi was so angry that he slammed the table. For this matter, the superiors even sent down a supervision team. They won't be able to get these shares without some bloodshed.
If Teacher Li hadn't had a grudge against this guy, I would have really wanted to get the shares, and this old guy would tease me every day..."
"As for that?" Zhou Yan smiled, "By the way, do you have Mr. Anxin Zheng's phone number? Send me one!"
"Boss, Lao Zheng has been in office for several months, and you haven't left anyone's phone number? This is too..."
After getting the number, Zhou Yan immediately called Zheng Yun, the boss of Anxin Mall, a subsidiary of Xinghan Holdings.
"Mr. Zheng, I'm Zhou Yan!"
Zheng Yun was flattered when the always elusive backstage boss "Chou" called him, which really flattered him: "Chou, it's so late, is there any problem with your call?"
"I'm ashamed to say it," Zhou Yan smiled, "Our old man begged me for help, and he had to ask me to show the young and old men in the village how to get rich..."
"Dr. Jay, I still don't know..."
"Zhou Jialing, Qingya Town, Qing'an County, Dongyang City, Xia Dong Province," Zhou Yan smiled, "the remote mountains are suitable for growing tea, fruits and other cash crops. Could you please find some experts from the Agricultural University?
, to do a soil environment and ecological assessment, and to provide early start-up funds, I will ask Old Alfred, the steward of the family funds, to contact you..."
"That's no problem," Zheng Yun was slightly excited, "The professor from the Agricultural University who is cooperating with us An Xin is engaged in targeted poverty alleviation and is worried about lack of financial support!"
"That's good," Zhou Yan smiled, "one more thing, our village still has some historical issues. I have to discuss with Director Qian when to start, but it should be soon..."
"OK, got it!"
"I'm so sorry to disturb you so late..."
"you are too polite!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yan called Qian Wenqing, the financial director of Xinghan Holdings.
This is the "old man" under Frank. When talking to Zhou Yan, he is not as polite as Zheng Yun: "Boss, this is considered as overtime work on holidays, extra money!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The salary I offer you is already Scorpion Daddy's share, what else do you want for a bicycle?"
"Boss, after all, I am also an auditor, and I am already underqualified to do finance. You still ask me to be a rubber stamp every day. No, I have to pay more and compensate for mental losses..."
"Go away," Zhou Yan spat, "Let's get down to business and let me ask you a question. Can you find out the problem with the bad debts that lasted for more than twenty years?"
"Boss, you have to make sure there is no problem first!"
"There must be something wrong..."
Zhou Yan briefly described the situation in the village.
"So, boss, are you planning to let that fellow villager live in a free class room?" Qian Wenqing smiled gloomily, "This is easy to handle. I have many brothers who have worked in the procuratorial and auditing system. As long as
As soon as you give the order, we will send him in immediately and arrange a long-term dormitory for him..."
"Don't be joking with me," Zhou Yan sighed slightly, "If things are better done, I plan to let An Xin do the shopping at a designated location in the village!"
"I have an order..."
After hanging up the phone, I just wanted to study the two tasks of Master Xuanmen, but just as I was about to reach out, I saw Miss Qin's tiptoe figure on the laptop screen.
Zhou Yan pretended not to know and continued working. Then Zhou Yan felt a sinful little ice hand reach into his neck.
"whee……"
"Hey, wife, are you too cruel?" Zhou Yan quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong!"
"Okay, I'll let you go," Qin Ruoshu retracted his hand, pulled a chair from the side and sat next to Zhou Yan.
Only then did Zhou Yan notice that his girlfriend was only wearing a bath towel...
Who cares about this, Qin Ruoshu leaned on Zhou Yan with a smile: "Old Zhou, is the matter with the former head of your village serious?"
"It's only five or six hundred thousand, but I just can't swallow this breath. After my father's orchard contracting rights were taken away for no reason, he had no choice but to go out to work. As you know, it was difficult to get wages when I was a construction worker in the past few years.
If we don’t say it, safety will not be guaranteed..."
Zhou Yan sighed slightly and continued to explain: "Also, our tree house hotel project involves billions of funds. Now let's kill a chicken first to shock us..."
"Oh," Qin Ruoshu suddenly realized and stretched, "Honey, I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed first. Good night..."