Development Zone.

A row of business cars parked on the side of the road. A fat man got off the car at the beginning, taking small steps, and diligently opened the door for the person behind: "That's it, you see, there are newly built roads around. The land circled in front is what you want to know about today. It's really a good project! In other words, my brother is so tight on his hands, so he can let go if he should. I really can't bear to let go. Now as long as the start-up funds are in place and the project is established, he can get a loan immediately. In the future, he can really lie down..."

The investor in charge who got out of the car was said to be a vice president, in his forties, and with a polite and reserved smile, he interrupted the fat man lightly: "Mr. Wang, we have read your feasibility report and detailed regulations, so don't emphasize it again - Lanchuan, come and take a look."

The fat man laughed with him, his eyes falling on the young man who had just gotten off the car.

I saw that this man was tall and handsome. He wore a light gray shirt and had thin metal framed glasses on his nose. I don’t know how many degrees it was. The lenses looked very thin anyway. Not only were the lenses thin, but his lips were also thin, his nose was narrow and straight, and his jaw was as if he was slim - even his eyelids seemed to be three points thinner than others. Because he was tall, he had to lower his eyes slightly when he looked at people, and his eyes flowed out from the corners of his eyes, which was a bit like a smile.

The fat man swallowed and was hit by the aura of this "I am a king of force" and felt that this person was not good.

"Yu Lanchuan, the gentleman is like orchid, and the 'chuan' that embraces all rivers. This is the person in charge of our risk control department." The investor's deputy general manager pointed at Yu Lanchuan and said to the fat man half-true and half-falsely, "Don't look at young people, this person holding the Shangfang sword. Our boss is cautious. The company's greatest power is their risk control department. We run business outside every day, and it is not as effective as this young master's report."

The fat man quickly cheered up his spirits and slapped his flattery to the ears: "Mr. Yu, young talent, young talent!"

Forced the king... Manager Yu closed the tablet in his hand, nodded at the fat man, and said "Hello" like a golden word.

"I don't know how much Mr. Yu knows about our area," said the fat man rubbed his hands, "In recent years, our Yanning has developed too fast. This place was a wasteland more than ten years ago, and now it has become out of print in the city. I..."

"I don't know much, so I'll come here." Yu Lanchuan happened to interrupt the fat man when he finished his breath and was preparing to make a long speech, choking the fat man, "This was not a wasteland before, but a landfill."

The fat man's eyes flashed, and then quickly continued: "Hey, why don't you say it, you understand! I was just about to say that before I could have time, this project was good, and it was good in the landfill! Landfill renovation, this... land reuse, it now has a set of mature technology, which will crush and compact the garbage and be very stable, and it will be good for the surrounding environment, which is beneficial to the country and the people, and the country encourages it very much! The developer is preparing to take this as a highlight, and it should be able to operate it to provide some policy support..."

"No, Mr. Wang," Yu Lanchuan said tepidly, "I remember it seems to be a specialized treatment of domestic waste, and the smell is particularly strong. As far as I know, many liquids and toxic substances will seep into the ground, and some things have a long decomposition cycle, which will affect the geology. According to your plan, will there be no problem with the foundation?"

The fat man obviously got stuck in the shell and began to avoid the important things: "This... this is definitely no problem. My friend's project companies have been established. The plans have been discussed with experts. They are absolutely guaranteed in technology. You don't have to worry about this. Now our main difficulty is the funds..."

Yu Lanchuan lowered his head and said politely: "Who isn't it? This year's money shortage, everyone's funds are very difficult, so you have to be more cautious. Are you right?"

"That's that's..." The fat man followed him, nodded and bowed, but stabbed Yu Lanchuan's back with a cold look at the back of the lightning at the angle that others could not see, sincerely wishing him a lot of lightning.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yu Lanchuan seemed to have eyes behind him, and suddenly turned his head and faced the fat man's gaze that had not had time to withdraw: "Mr. Wang, do you seem to have something to say to me?"

The fat man was trembling and immediately saw sweat on his forehead.

Fortunately, some investors made jokes at this time: "We, Lanchuan, have a special ability. Someone stared at him, and he could immediately feel, is it god or not? Mr. Wang must have thought that we middle-aged and elderly people were greasy, just watching the young and handsome guys."

The fat man forced a few laughs, and then he didn't dare to talk nonsense all the time.

The group completed the field inspection efficiently, and the seven-seat business vehicles drove away from the departure area and headed towards the central business district with high-rise buildings.

"I won't report this matter, and there is no value to discuss it at the meeting." Back at the company, Yu Lanchuan stuffed the tablet into the driver's hand, and said to the vice president who led the team, "The surname Wang is unreliable. The second gangster is one of them. I guess he told the developer first, 'I have a good project, but I can't get the qualifications for the time being. I will pay the start-up capital. You can only send a team, give me a name, and help me with my stall. I don't take risks at all. Let's make money together.' Then he told the investor that the developer is a big brand, and the project has always been done solidly. This time, he would rather break the capital chain than give up this fat piece. Fortunately, he lacks money, so he gave us a share of the pie. The opportunity should not be missed.' After cheating both ends, the funds are in place. The project was established, and he took another one and made a fortune."

"You guys open your mouth," the vice president led the team laughed, and then looked at him meaningfully, "The second gangsters have the uses of the second gangsters. After all, they were introduced by President Li's friends. Even for the sake of President Li's face, it is not suitable for us to not go this trip. As for work, sometimes it is normal for colleagues to save face and worldly affairs, to sacrifice some precious time and do some useless work."

Yu Lanchuan smiled and didn't answer.

There are rumors that the boss is going to retire. The group has not yet moved. Several vice presidents in the company are already fighting like black-eyed chickens. They are taking eye drops to each other every day. Everyone wants to pick up their risk control sword and chop them on the head of the Japanese. As this busy knife, Yu Lanchuan has been circulating in the bloody storm and has not had a weekend off for a month.

He turned sideways and pressed the elevator for his colleagues: "I have to have a few more things to do with people in the conference room, so you guys go upstairs first."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"If you can, you will work harder."

When the elevator door closed, Yu Lanchuan curled his smile and walked towards the conference room with a dull expression. He had been waiting for the assistant at the door of the conference room to catch up and handed him a cup of coffee and a stack of paper materials. Yu Lanchuan glanced at it and returned the folder to her: "I don't have time to read it anymore, you can talk to me verbally."

The young assistant was well-trained and immediately whispered in his ear in an orderly manner to brief the content of the materials. Yu Lanchuan listened without saying a word, and from time to time someone passed by him and nodded to him. On the marble floor where light can be seen, the well-dressed men and women walked in a hurry.

Social stereotypes believe that those who are full of lush birds and live on takeout all day must be poor and depressed, and those who are doomed to be eliminated by eating and waiting for death. On the contrary, those who wear custom suits and pass by phone in CBD every day must be urban elites with a broad prospect, with a strong company of crazy bees and butterflies slapped behind them.

However, the "despicable dead house" may be a demolition household, who owns several properties and lives a happy life of collecting rent while lying down.

But the "urban elite" may be a house slave dog with every month. The perfume is all made of small samples. Every month at the end of the month, they face the risk of being out of stock. They work overtime every day, and then are heartbroken by the articles on major public accounts about "staying up late and dying suddenly".

Things in the world are impermanent, and it is hard to say.

For example, Yu Lanchuan, whose image and aura are extremely cold, is such a glamorous and miserable "urban elite".

On the evening of midsummer Friday, Yu Lanchuan, who had been on the verge of a day, held his last breath and was over a four-hour TV call, which made his mind "buzz". Under the trembling cold wind of the central air conditioner, he returned to his office, closed the door, and fell into the chair. He accumulated a dozen documents to be reviewed in his mailbox. He didn't want to open any of them, but just wanted to go home and lie down on the body.

When he was flipping through the email, he saw an email on the day before that said "unread". He glanced at the title and felt even colder - it was a credit card repayment notice sent by the bank.

Yu Lanchuan poured himself half a cup of hot tea to the bottom and borrowed a little heat, which opened his "private financial management statement".

The trinity of "time management", "financial management" and "health management" are all "elite standard" and no one can be missing. Those regular tables are like condoms, as if you can control the rhythm by putting your life in one set and avoiding being ravaged.

On Mr. Yu's personal financial management statement, the most conspicuous column is the "mortgage loan".

Room is a mirror for contemporary young people to reflect on their demons.

When they were not buying a house, all the young people felt that they were outstanding and would sooner or later soar to the sky, standing shoulder to shoulder with Marshal Tianpeng.

After buying the house, the "gods" were demoted to the mortal world, fell into the pigpen, and became the second brother who was covered in dust.

Yu Lanchuan bought a house at the beginning of this year for some reasons. When he was looking at the house, he was blinded by the "old and dilapidated" in the city, and almost lost in the remote county of Yanning City. At first, he was puzzled, why are there no one of the millions of houses in the city for people to live in?

Later, he looked for the reason from himself and understood that it was not the market housing supply, but the blame for his own low money and more trouble.

Finally, after many compromises, he finally decided to make up for everything, paid the down payment in all his money, and became a glorious house slave dog.

The monthly mortgage loan is nearly 20,000 yuan, with a term of 30 years.

The maximum sentence of fixed-term imprisonment is only twenty-five years.

Banks are more vicious than prisons.

What’s even more unethical is that this “luxury mansion” that made him poor will take more than a year to deliver the house. This means that during this year, he will pay back the loan every month and pay an additional 7,000 yuan rent.

In addition, the large expenditure this week also includes parking fees of 85,000 yuan in the second half of the year, two "marriage taxes" of 2,000 yuan, and the old boss's mother who must have caused trouble at this time...

Yu Lanchuan was stunned at the screen, let out a long breath, touched his waist, and felt his kidneys tremble.

At this moment, his cell phone rang and the caller ID was "salted fish".

"Salted Fish" is famous for Yu Yan. He is a elementary school classmate of Yu Lanchuan. At that time, the head teacher was not good at Mandarin and did not distinguish between "Yu" and "Yu". He always joked that they were brothers. So over time, the two boys with completely different temperaments played together inexplicably and became childhood friends.

Yu Yan's dream from childhood to adulthood is to be a real salted fish. Unexpectedly, things went against their expectations. Maybe people with dreams are not worthy of being a salted fish. In short, he accidentally became a people's policeman. Although he was in charge of trivial matters with three rats and four eyes, he was often so busy that he stepped on the back of his head. He had not harassed Yu Lanchuan for a while.

"If you have something to say, you're okay, get out of it," Yu Lanchuan had never had any idol baggage in front of his childhood friend. He decisively took off his pretended skin, revealing his bad nature, and half-deadly popped up a few words from the tip of his tongue, "Don't drink, don't make an appointment, don't go."

Officer Yu hurriedly said, "Wait, Master Lan, your brother is here with me."

"Oh," Yu Lanchuan heard that, and pinched his nose expressionlessly, "My brother jumped off the building and sold it for sale, 10,000 yuan per piece, no bargaining, transfer it to my account Alipay, from now on, he will be your brother."

Yu Yan: "Don't make trouble, it's not in my house, it's in our office, the police station!"

Yu Lanchuan paused and snorted from his nose: "What did he do?"

Yu Yan Yi condemned with justice: "You bastard, what kind of big brother do you have? Can't you look forward to it all day long? This is a very good child, kindly helping others and helping the old lady, but the old lady hit the bus. If there were no passers-by calling the police in time, they would have almost gotten a few hooligans to beat him just now. Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly!"

"Is this good?" Yu Lanchuan lifted his eyelids, "This is called lack of heart."

Yu Yan: “…”

"Besides, it's not that it's 'almost', that's because I haven't been beaten. I have something to do, so let him wait there first." Yu Lanchuan put his hat on the pen, "You feed him some food, and I'll reimburse you for the next step."

Yu Yan: "Hey, you scum, you..."

Yu Renren has hung up the phone.
Chapter completed!