Recast youth

Chapter 186: Stop dragging him down
"Can you still go in and repay the loan?" Zhang Yuan asked solemnly.

Zhang Lan shook his head: "The loans can only be taken in but not taken out. I have already suffered a loss. There is a batch of industrial and commercial loans that have not yet expired. The bank manager told me to repay them in advance and then lend them out. As a result, I lost money when I went in." I can’t get out, so I won’t repay any loans or money from suppliers until the deadline.”

Zhang Yuan asked: "What about Wang Heshan and the others? What do they say now? You can't have the financial burden on a little girl like you, right?"

Zhang Lan said: "Uncle Wang and the others now mean that my dad has offended others and caused the company to suffer. They want me to give up my position. Only in this way will the bank raise the company's credit rating and the company will resume normal turnover." , Chang’an Yuan’s projects can also operate normally.”

"Do you believe them?" Zhang Yuan asked.

"Of course not."

Zhang Lan smiled and said coolly: "Now they all wear a pair of pants. Seeing my dad go in, they want to exclude me. It's impossible for me to consciously give up my seat."

Zhang Yuan thought for a while and suddenly said: "How about you find a way to meet your dad. He has been in Yanjing for so many years and has some connections. It is better to let him give you advice than to do it alone." .”

"Someone said hello, but no one was there." Zhang Lan shook his head: "Two months ago, I paid for a lawyer and asked the lawyer to help me come in and bring a message. The lawyer rejected me the next day and told me I said he couldn’t help me, and once he helped me, his law firm in Yanjing would no longer be able to open.”

Zhang Yuan said bitterly: "Isn't this just forcing people to die?"

"I can't help it. Who makes my dad trust people too much?" Zhang Lan also sighed. After all, she is not an iron man.

Zhang Yuan raised her head and asked: "Then what are you going to do now, just carry it like this? You didn't even finish college because of this."

"There is no way. My father has worked hard all his life. As a daughter, I have to find a way to help him keep it."

Zhang Lan brushed her long hair to her ears, then glanced around the room, smiled and said, "If it doesn't work out, I'll put this villa up for sale. It's the best thing my dad has done in his life." The first thing is to put my name on this villa, otherwise, I won’t be able to sell it even if I want to, and I won’t be able to get my father’s power of attorney.”

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything. She was just a woman who loved to play all her life. She played from the age of 17 to 37, and her taste in choosing men was not very good. She got married and divorced, and then went abroad to play everywhere.

I don't know anything about the company at all, and I can't help my niece who has already shouldered a heavy burden at such a young age.

Although Zhang Lan said it easily and even smiled when he said he planned to sell his only villa, Zhang Yuan felt sad after hearing it. She knew that Zhang Lan was trying to be brave.

This girl is only 21 and has the same personality as her aunt. She has short hair, is afraid of trouble, and is independent. She would rather go to college in Dongzhou than go to college in Yanjing under her father's nose.

However, after her father's accident, she came back regardless.

Zhang Yuan didn't want her niece to worry about the company at home. She glanced at Zhang Lan's long hair, smiled and changed the subject and said, "Don't tell me, you really look good with long hair. Better looking than any celebrity."

"But it's troublesome."

Zhang Lan tugged at his long black hair that almost reached his shoulders, and said depressedly: "I like to sleep under the quilt. When I wake up, my hair is messy. I have to get up early every morning for half an hour to take care of my hair, style my hair, or short hair." My hair is fine, just give it a few blows with the hair dryer.”

"You don't feel safe when you get under the covers to sleep." Zhang Yuan glanced at Zhang Lan distressedly and said, with a tendency to shed tears.

Zhang Lan has a simple and generous personality. She hates it when her elders look at her like this. She looks sad and miserable. Really, crying can't solve the problem. She still has to face it realistically. So she He took the tablet lying on the bedside.

"Let me listen to a song for you." Zhang Lan said happily like a show-off little girl now that her image of being as powerful as a queen in the company had faded away.

Zhang Yuan leaned over curiously: "What song is it?"

"You'll know it when you hear it."

Zhang Lan remained mysterious and then found a song in a folder. There was only one song. She downloaded it. The song was called "Scoundrel". After clicking on it, the guitar accompaniment came out.

The sound quality is clear.

Zhang Lan held her breath, fearing that the sound would cause her sister-in-law to lower her evaluation of the song. She herself evaluated the song very highly. She listened to it many times and never got tired of it. She was still thinking, Why is that guy so talented?Zhang Yuan is a mature woman who has been in society for so many years. She has a delicate mind. She noticed the name of the singer "Fenglan Group" at a glance. She was thoughtful and the next moment she was attracted by the singing voice full of restrained emotions. .

Like telling lightly.

There is sentimentality.

There is also gratitude and longing.

Especially those two sentences:
Why do you still like me, such a rogue

Are you stupid or great

Zhang Yuan was surprised. The production level of this song was very high, but the mood of this song was not something that a boy in his 20s could write. On the contrary, it was more in line with a song written by a man in his 30s who had more experience.

It's over. Is it possible that my little niece will fall in love with a man in his 30s?

Zhang Yuan quietly glanced at Zhang Lan, who had an expectant look on her face, waiting for her to comment on the song, and asked casually: "Is Fenglan a combination of you and the singer?"

Zhang Lan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Girls generally have a better relationship with their sister-in-law, and there is no generation gap or anything like that.

"How old is this person?" Zhang Yuan asked again, while pricking up her ears to listen.

Zhang Lan said: "You are the same age as me."

Zhang Yuan was relieved and finally said: "Oh, you scared your sister-in-law. I thought you were in love with a man in his 30s."

"How is this possible? Where are you thinking? He is in the same class as me." Zhang Lan laughed out loud. He is in his 30s?Fortunately, my sister-in-law can figure it out.

"It's almost there."

Zhang Yuan glanced at Zhang Lan angrily. This look completely exuded the charm of a mature woman. She was charming and mature. Then she remembered: "That's not right. This person sings in Cantonese. Why is he in the same class as you?" , is he from the mainland?"

"Yeah, who knows where he learned his poor Cantonese." Zhang Lan snickered and said seriously: "I guess it's transliteration, Mandarin Cantonese, like my hen!"

As he talked, Zhang Lan lay on the bed and laughed.

Zhang Yuan quite liked Zhang Lan's current appearance. She thought about it and asked, "Then is this person still in Dongzhou now?"

"Here he is, he won't graduate until June or July." Zhang Lan counted on his fingers.

Zhang Yuan asked curiously: "How did you fall in love with him?"

"I don't know either. It's strange. He's not that handsome. At most, he's just a little bit good-looking and a little more stable than others."

Zhang Lan thought about it but couldn't figure out how he fell in love with Ye Feng. Then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he said bitterly: "I'm really at a loss. I can't figure out how I fell in love with him without telling him. Give him a mobile phone, tell me, how can a girl give a guy a mobile phone? He is a straight man."

"Uh, no, it seems I'm not in a bad position." Zhang Lan laughed again, played the song "Scoundrel" again, and said, "At least I earned a song."

Zhang Yuan could tell that Zhang Lan really liked the boy with Feng's name, so she asked, "Have you told him when you go back to Yanjing?"

"I didn't say it."

Zhang Lan stretched out, a faint smile appeared on his delicate and queen-like face, and said with a smile: "His Zhang Lan's father owes a large amount of money now, and his life is very bad, so I won't drag him down. "

(End of this chapter)