After getting out of the car, Shen Jiannan looked around and raised his eyebrows habitually.

The surrounding environment is not bad. It is in an industrial area. It is rare not to see all kinds of smoke and dust. The green vegetation is still green and there is no strange smell in the air. Compared with the environment of industrial areas in Hong Kong or Shanghai,

They are all much cleaner and tidier.

Without comparison, there is no gap. Thinking of the pungent smell of chemicals when passing through an industrial zone in Shanghai, the excellent environment here becomes particularly precious.

Maybe, you can only cherish it more if you lack it, or maybe, you have to pay a price for everything!

There was no one at the factory gate. Maybe An Hui Koji's company couldn't afford a doorman, or maybe it was because the company was about to go bankrupt and the doorman chose to find another job. Without any obstruction, the group walked into the workshop door.

The workshop was very quiet and no one could be seen.

There were only two tall punch machines standing silently at the door. In addition, a smell... which should be called rust came out to welcome uninvited outsiders.

Shen Jiannan gently touched his nose to get used to the smell of paint and rust, and glanced around with a pair of rogue eyes.

The workshop is not big, only more than 200 square meters.

Not far away, pieces of machinery and equipment were lying quietly on the ground. There were lathes, milling machines, and drilling machines. They were stained with a little oil and looked a bit disgusting.

But Shen Jiannan became interested, and with his research and understanding of historical economics, he knew that even if such a pile of scrap metal stained with oil were really released in the country, many companies would have to break their heads and get it at all costs.

Because these days, Neon can compete with the German industry and even suppress the global sales of German cars. The core technology is related to these scrap metals. Whether it is Mitsubishi, Mazak, Mori Seiki, or Makino, they all have world-class craftsmanship.

level.

However, due to the joint technological blockade of China by Europe and the United States, the equipment used was still obsolete Soviet equipment provided by Maozi in the early 1960s.

If you have money, no Chinese can even think of buying the most advanced industrial machinery and equipment in various countries on the market.

You can’t buy the German series, and you can’t buy the neon series either.

I scanned the industrial machinery in the factory and looked around, but I didn't see Koji Ahn Hye.

Shen Jiannan pursed his lips. For someone like him who is crazy about delivering money to his door, An Huihao would be ecstatic next time. He glanced at the office not far away, and the self-conscious guy walked over with long strides.

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Um?

After taking a few steps, Shen Jiannan returned to where he was.

In a corner of the workshop, there were many burnt cigarette butts on the ground, which seemed a bit out of place compared to the clean and tidy workshop.

Behind a piece of forging equipment, there is a middle-aged man sitting on the ground holding a cigarette. His face is very haggard, his hair is messy, the cigarette is so hot that his fingers are numb, and his eyes are wide open, but he looks like a blind man.

Deaf.

It is Ahn Hye Koji, but compared to the person in the photo, he is less energetic and more depressed.

It is inevitable that anyone who is on the verge of bankruptcy will not be much better than Ahn Hye Koji.

Looking at the pile of burnt cigarette butts on the ground, Shen Jiannan's eyes flashed.

Neon people have very strong self-control when it comes to smoking, almost like obsessive-compulsive disorder. Few people smoke more than three puffs.

Now, with Ahn Hye Koji looking like this, it is obvious that his emotions have reached the edge of collapse.

that's the truth.

The sudden departure of a close friend was a huge shock to Koji An Hye.

We have been in the same class for many years, we have worked together out of campus, started businesses, and then supported each other for development. Now, friends who have faced hardships together, drank together, and struggled together have chosen to leave without saying goodbye because of debts.

An Hui Koji felt at a loss.

Liangtian committed suicide due to debt, which means that all the receivables of the company will never be recovered. What should the company do with the debts it owes and the money borrowed from the finance company?

The factory assets are only worth 300 million at most, which is simply not enough to repay the debts owed.

Now that the housing market is not good, it is impossible to sell the house and raise some funds, not to mention whether it can be sold is another matter. Even if someone buys it, the total debt of 60 million yuan is still short of nearly half.

Where should I go!

"Hello An Huisang!"

An Huihao Er's eyes moved blankly, staring blankly at Shen Jiannan who suddenly appeared in his factory. After realizing something, he hurriedly got up from the ground.

As if he had done something wrong, An Huihao kept bowing and saluting Shen Jiannan.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I will definitely repay the loan I owe to your company as soon as possible. I ask you to give me a little more time."

What the hell is going on.

Shen Jiannan was a little baffled by An Hui Koji's reaction. Suddenly, the corner of his eye glanced at the door. At some point, Zheng Zheng and He Tianya, who heard the sound, stood silently at the door. They were wearing straight suits and looked lively.

The way he keeps away from others shows that he is not a good person at first glance.

Misunderstood.

Shen Jiannan showed the most friendly smile and bowed slightly to show courtesy.

"An Huisang. I think you have misunderstood. We are not here to collect debts, we are here to help you."

"Help me! Why are you helping me?"

An Huihao'er's mind was still confused and he subconsciously asked a question.

Shen Jiannan smiled again, showing his white teeth.

Why.

Naturally, I wanted to find an agent in Neon.

For the sake of profit, in the game of capital, there are always some people in China who would rather lead a wolf into the house than use any means to achieve their goals.

Just like a famous lighting company, in order to suppress the rights of the founder, in order to achieve their goals, and for the sake of profit, some people even did not hesitate to sell national brands to foreigners at super low prices and use the hands of foreigners to realize their own interests.

But this is difficult to achieve in Neon.

Neon people are extremely exclusive in terms of technology, industry, and all markets. Without the help of real local groups, foreign capital cannot deeply intervene. Without the help of Neon people, no matter in technology or market, there is no hope.

What to take from here.

This has nothing to do with money.

"By the way. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Shen Jiannan. An Huisang can also call me by my neon name, Qiu Shan Jiannan."

Shen Jiannan.

Three words are enough to explain it all.

An Hui Koji's eyes instantly shrank and he blurted out a question.

"Chinese?"

Shen Jiannan smiled and nodded.

"I heard from friends at the Daochuan Society that An Huisang has some financial problems. I am willing to help An Huisang overcome this difficulty."

The confused An Huihao's eyes instantly became clear, and the distance between his brows also shrank.

How could a big rooster pay New Year greetings to a weasel!

Born in 1955, An Hui Koji knows very well how much the Chinese hate the neon people.

Alert glanced at Zheng and Zheng who were blocking the door. An Hui and Haoer narrowed their eyes and said gloomily.

"Your Excellency, we are not related to each other, so why are you willing to help me?"

"An Huisang's words are wrong. In your neon terms, we should be considered in-laws! Oh, I forgot to mention just now, I am Michiko's friend."

relatives by marriage!

Your daughter and I are friends.

Countless numbing sticks instantly blocked An Huihao's chest.

Beasts, scum.

Michiko has just turned sixteen!

This scumbag.

As a father, An Hui Koer forgot his instinctive fear of Zheng Zheng and He Tianya. A murderous impulse surged into his heart, and his eyes pointed at Shen Jiannan with anger.

"What exactly did you do to my daughter?"

The mother-in-law always likes her son-in-law more and more the more she looks at him, but the father-in-law always dislikes his son-in-law.

Shen Jiannan spread his hands helplessly.
Chapter completed!