Ten years ago, Han Jiulin was expelled from the Han family and was hunted down on the way out of Beijing.
It was Zhuang Zecheng, a stranger, who rescued Han Jiulin in the crisis.
To this day, Han Jiulin is still not sure who was behind the scenes of the people who chased him.
But after that, Zhuang Zecheng gradually became competitors with Haohan Group.
In the end, Gao Haohan was able to seize the opportunity and was persecuted and imprisoned. All his assets were frozen and seized. Once defeated, only two orphans and widowers, Zhuang Lin and her mother, were left.
When Genting City was auctioned, Han Jiulin spent a huge sum of money to buy Genting City in order to retain a share of the foundation for Zhuang Zecheng so that he could make a comeback after he was released from prison.
Han Jiulin happened to meet Zhuang Lin today. The reason why he recognized Zhuang Lin's name was because he saw it from the investigation materials when Ye Zhaoling helped him investigate Zhuang Zecheng's incident some time ago.
The story of how he was driven out of his home in embarrassment ten years ago and was hunted down by Han Jiulin sounded calm and refreshing.
But Zhuang Lin heard the bloodshed from this story.
"I see."
When Han Jiulin finished telling the story, Zhuang Lin suddenly realized.
She vaguely remembered that her father had told similar stories before.
At this time, she already had great trust in Han Jiulin.
Soon, the taxi arrived at the hospital, and Han Jiulin quickly got out of the car and went to the hospital's payment office.
In the car, Han Jiulin had already asked for Zhuang Lin's bank account, and first transferred her 10,000 yuan to collect the 100,000 yuan for the surgery.
When Zhuang Lin went to the payment window to pay, Han Jiulin stood in the middle of the hospital hall, waiting patiently.
Zhuang Lin finally lined up in front of the window, and anxiously took out the payment slip and bank card. When she was about to hand it over to the window, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and snatched the bank card away!
Everyone around was startled, and Zhuang Lin also widened her eyes and turned to look!
Then I saw a middle-aged man with short hair and faint tattoos visible under his clothes. He sneered and said, "Zhuang Lin, Zhuang Lin, shouldn't you pay off your debts first if you have money?"
Zhuang Lin's face changed greatly and she begged: "Brother Cao, please give me your card. These 100,000 yuan are life-saving money for my mother's surgery! I will definitely find a way to return your money to you as soon as possible!"
The man with a tattoo on his short head took out an IOU from his pocket and said coldly: "You lend me 70,000 yuan, including the principal and interest. It's already 120,000 yuan. Give me this 100,000 yuan, and the remaining 20,000 yuan will be interest."
, I will treat you as my sister, no more.
Come out quickly, don't affect the people behind you from paying bills, follow me to the bank and withdraw this 100,000 yuan."
"Brother Cao, I will definitely find a way to repay you the money. I will repay you 120,000 yuan with interest, which is not a penny! But you really can't touch the 100,000 yuan! Just give me a few more days, okay?
no?"
At this time, the person in line behind Zhuang Lin pushed Zhuang Lin away and said, "Go to the side and chat, don't affect our payment."
Zhuang Lin stumbled and almost ran into the arms of the man with the tattoo.
The man with the tattoo on his short head supported Zhuang Lin and said with a smile: "Sister, my brother has given you enough face. Tell me, how long have you been delaying this?
For these 100,000 yuan, I can decide on anything.
Don’t waste your time, hurry up and go to the bank with me and withdraw the money.”
"Brother Cao, I kneel down for you. Please, this money is for my mother to save her life!"
Zhuang Lin cried bitterly, her legs went weak, and she planned to kneel down in front of him.
At this moment, Han Jiulin sensed something was going on here, strode over, grabbed Zhuang Lin's shoulders, and lifted her up.
"What's going on?"
Zhuang Lin glanced at Han Jiulin and said in tears: "Brother Han, I, I was just about to pay, and he took my bank card away!"
The man with a tattoo on his short head shook the IOU in his hand and shouted in a deep voice: "You can't make generalizations, you owe me money and you don't pay me back, so I'm squatting here for you.
It's right for you to treat your mother and perform surgery, but it doesn't make sense. Let me bear the cost, right?
Paying back debts is a matter of course!"
Han Jiulin spread his hands and said, "Bring me the IOU and take away the bank card."
The man with the tattoo on his short head sneered and said, "Are you a fool yourself, or do you think you are a fool?
I don’t even know the password for this bank card, so what’s the use of just taking the card away?”
After saying that, he shouted to Zhuang Lin: "Come with me to the bank to withdraw money!"
Zhuang Lin bit her lip and looked helplessly at Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin frowned and said, "Give me an account and I'll pay you back 100,000 for her."
The man with the tattoo on his short head was impressed and immediately signed up for an account.
Han Jiulin took out his cell phone and operated it. The man with the tattoo on his short head immediately rang and received a text message indicating that the account had been received.
He smiled with satisfaction, returned the bank card and IOU to Zhuang Lin, and then teased Zhuang Lin with a smile in front of Han Jiulin:
"Sister, you have found a big benefactor. Others are looking for old men to support you, but you can still find such a rich and handsome man. She is indeed the daughter of Zhuang Zecheng. Her scheming and methods are not ordinary!
"
"He is my father's friend, please don't talk nonsense!"
Zhuang Lin glared at the tattooed man with a short head, but she didn't care to talk nonsense with him, and hurriedly went behind the window to line up again.
"Oh, are you still Zhuang Zecheng's friend?"
The man with tattoos on his short head looked at Han Jiulin thoughtfully.
Han Jiulin raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "What, is something wrong?"
The man with the tattoo on his short head chuckled and said: "That's right, before Zhuang Zecheng went to jail, he borrowed a lot of money from outside. Just for our company, he borrowed 1.3 million. Since you are his friend, how can you
Can’t you also pay back his loan?”
Han Jiulin frowned and said: "Zhuang Zecheng was the chairman of a large group and a billionaire before. How could he borrow money from a small role like you?"
The man with the tattoo on his short head suddenly became a little ugly when he saw that Han Jiulin actually called him a minor character.
He sneered and said: "It's true that he used to be a billionaire, but he insisted on building some Genting City. He invested a large amount of money and couldn't turn around. Once the capital chain was broken, he went bankrupt immediately.
Is it strange that a small loan company like ours borrows money?"
Han Jiulin lost interest in talking to the other party and said quietly: "His debt has nothing to do with me. When he is released from prison, you can find him to pay off the debt himself."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Hey, don't leave in a hurry. Let's have a nice chat."
The man with the tattoo on his short head finally saw a fat sheep, and he was not willing to give up so easily. When he saw Han Jiulin was about to leave, he immediately smiled and reached out to grab Han Jiulin's shoulder.
The moment he put his hand on Han Jiulin's shoulder, Han Jiulin shook his shoulder slightly.
Click!
There was a crisp sound, and the palm of the tattooed man's hand was directly fractured.
"Ouch!"
The man with the tattoo on his short head screamed strangely, his eyes popped out in pain, and he was sweating profusely.
Han Jiulin glanced at the other party sideways and said coldly: "Get out!"
The man with the tattoo on his short head looked at Han Jiulin in awe, knowing that he had hit a brick wall, so he didn't dare to say anything anymore and left quickly.
However, before leaving, he looked at Han Jiulin bitterly, as if he did not intend to let things go so easily.