On the far right of the seventh floor of the Grand Falls Holiday Hotel, this is a room of about 80 square meters.

The ground is covered with red carpets, the dim tungsten filament lamps emit a yellow halo, the small desk is leaning against the corner of the wall, and the TV is placed in the living room.

Walking through the living room, the father and son were lying side by side on the bed. May began to get hotter and they were covered with only thin wool blankets.

The boy rubbed his hair that was still wet after taking a shower, put down his phone and retracted into the quilt. The father next to him asked, "What did your mother tell you just now?"

"It's nothing, I'll say you're done when you go home." The boy turned around and looked at his father with big eyes.

"I knew it was all your fault. You came and explained to her when you got home."

"No, I'm still a child, you obviously had to bring me here."

"You cheated your son..." The father laughed and scolded, scratching the boy sideways, and the sound of fighting suddenly sounded in the room.

There is an exquisite watch on the table, and the dial clearly shows that it is already past nine o'clock.

The conversation with Takeda Masao just now has ended. Seeing that it was too late and it was not safe to travel at night, Han Xuan and his father lived here, and there is still a contract to sign tomorrow.

After a while, the father and son settled down. Han Qianshan leaned out and turned off the desk lamp, muttering to himself in the dark: "Son, have you noticed any problems?"

"Buy it but the horse cow? $45,000 is very good." The boy answered.

The father turned his head and looked at the child. The resentment in his eyes could be seen even after turning off the lights: "Why don't we have no money to buy it? The last time we bought the ranch was almost done."

"Then just borrow it."

“…”

jp Morgan Bank has a history of more than 200 years. As one of the most famous banks in the world, it has had an important impact on the economy of the United States and even the world. Just talking about banks may not understand that if it is the pillar industry of the Morgan consortium in the United States, it has a total assets of nearly one trillion US dollars, this may have a clear concept: how huge it is.

As early as 1933, Morgan changed its company to a commercial bank and handed over the investment banking business it originally operated to its subsidiary Morgan Stanley. JP Morgan specializes in banking business, and Brandon is the manager of one of the local business departments.

As usual, as usual, Old Brandon, who was nearly fifty years old, got up, washed up and prepared to go to work, and the brick-like mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

After tying the buttons, Brandon asked on the phone: "Hello, this is JP Morgan Grand Falls Company, please do something."

"Yes, I am Han Qianshan from Xueshan Ranch. I want to handle some loan business now. Do I need any procedures?"

"Snow Mountain Ranch?" Old Brandon muttered in his heart, picked up the black coffee and took a sip, and continued, "Just bring your ID to the company, how much does it cost?"

"It's about 16 million, and I'll contact you when I'm going there in two days." The man on the phone hung up after he finished speaking.

Old Brandon shook his hand and spread coffee on the oat bread. He listened to his busy voice and thought: "Han Qianshan? It sounds so familiar, Snow Mountain Ranch, Han! Old Han's son of sos company?!"

As a bank, its intelligence is sometimes more informative than the official one. All the information about potential customers is registered in JP Morgan, not to mention the son of the boss of a large company with an annual turnover of just $1.6 billion.

The surname Han is not common in the United States, especially if you can borrow such a large amount. When Old Man Han bought a ranch, he was still led by JP Morgan. Why did he forget it just now?

Brandon slapped his legs angrily, picked up the bread and took a big bite, chewed it hard, swallowed it, took two more sips of coffee, thought about it and picked up the phone again. It took him several years to wait until he met him. There were not many potential customers of this level in northern Montana, so the idiot would let go.

After dialing the phone, Old Brandon said, "Mr. Han, are you at Snow Mountain Ranch, right? We will ask someone to contact you. No, I will go there in person tomorrow. Do you have time?"

"Hey? Sorry, there are some problems with the signal. OK, I will call you then..."

In the holiday hotel, Han’s father put down the phone and sighed. The boy next to him smiled and said, “He agreed, right? I just said it’s very simple.”

My father turned around and glared at him, and frightened him viciously: "If we don't pay back the money in the future, we both have to go to beg for food. We won't be so good at staying in a hotel at night. We slept under the bridge every day!"

"You can live by yourself, I'll go to join my grandfather and grandfather." The boy shook his head and was distracted, and his black hair swayed slightly.

"Bah, little brat, my dad doesn't want you. Let's go, that Japanese is still waiting."

...

After eating high-end cat food, Fat Ding was lying on a rocking chair, spreading his limbs outward and revealing his white belly. Today, the owner was not at home and no one came to scratch it. This was the only regret in the evening of early summer.

McDull curled up his short legs and stretched out his head through the gap in the railing, which was a little difficult. There was no way, its head became more and more round, and it was running wildly towards the road of horizontal development. The flowerbed under the railing had been damaged by it.

The snapping turtle is gradually recovering, and after being released, it stays by the lake and does not leave. Every now and then, it runs to the wooden house to catch the autumn wind. Guo’s mother gets some small fish or meat to feed it, eats and drinks and lies on the grass, enjoying her retirement life with peace of mind.

A car drove past outside. Fat Ding raised his head and looked at it. He found that he was just passing by. He lay down again and swept his thick tail around.

Maybe he accidentally ran into McDull, and the mini donkey turned his head and nipped it, just biting it on Fatty Ding's tail.

The kitten immediately exploded and the two guys started chasing each other in the yard.

The snapping turtle was unfortunately shot and was stepped on by them several times. Finally, he became angry and raised his volleyball-like head and stared at McDull with his mouth wide.

As for the fat bit of a little big, it was ignored by it, a few taels of meat were not enough to be stuck between the teeth.

This year, the lavender grew very well, and with railing protection, I finally escaped. From a distance, it bent into a sea of ​​purple flowers.

There is a verdant grass on the road, with black Angus and Symental cattle on it being eaten, and a few black and white cows also quietly ran here. After the grass and mud horses formed a large group, it was definitely a disaster. They teased the strong bulls and then turned around and ran away, entertaining themselves to add fun to life.

The cowboys sat quietly under the big tree and chatted. All kinds of trivial things caused their companions to laugh. Martinez held the dog's tail grass in his mouth and leaned against the thick tree trunk and raised big white teeth.

Ferrari turned around the river and walked through the pasture I just bought, and found that there were more Limuzan cows next to him. It seemed that they were the calf I just sent in the morning.

We slowly came to the lavender path. Fortunately, the road surface has been flattened recently, and the low plates can be made through. The cowboys smiled and stood up to say hello, and the father and son waved to respond.

The second floor of the new house next to the road has just begun to be built, and the grass around it is a bit messy by the truck. Seeing someone waved to him in the distance, the boy looked over curiously and found that it was the contractor Jansen.

Maybe he has lived a good life recently. In just two months, Jensen has gained weight. His glasses were tied into his flesh and shouted from a distance: "Boss! Do you want to come down to see the house? If you are not satisfied, you can still change it now. You have never been there since the start of construction!"

"Haha, I feel relieved that you are doing well!" Han's father gestured to him, stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the car rushed out in an instant.

Standing by the roadside, he saw the car slowly falling back. Han’s father spoke to him, “By the way, the facilities in the ranch are not enough. Another place to cultivate small meat and fatten. The beef pen needs to be added, and the design is beautiful, come on!”

Before Jensen could speak, he stood here stupidly for the second time, sucking exhaust gas and looking at the car in the distance, shaking his head speechlessly, and walking back.

When I got home, my mother was preparing dinner. The copper pot was steaming, and the sound of the white porridge inside was churning.

There were only a few salted duck eggs on the table. Guo's father looked at his son and thought to himself.

Sure enough, my mother came out of the room and saw the father and son smiling.

"It's Xiao Xuan!"

"It's my dad, I don't want to go, mom~"

The two reported each other at the same time, striving to be frank and lenient.

Fat Ding held the boy's legs when he first entered the door, dragging his big tail to the ground.

And who else can there beside the donkey jumping around like a puppy?
Chapter completed!