Chapter 9: loan

In 1998, it was difficult to find a loan. For rural people in Botian who have only a few mu of collectively-owned household responsibilities, loans are almost inconceivable.
What should I use for mortgage? As for the country house, if you want to take it as a mortgage, the bank will not accept it. Of course, when you do business in China, you have to compete with the system. You can only say that you are serious and you lose.
Lin Mo really wants to take his family's "property certificate" to get a bank loan. He may not get a dime, but it will be different if he changes individuals. Haven't you seen? Some of the addresses are fake companies. Loaning from a bank of 18 million is as easy as playing.
‘Extra-legal human relations’ can explain the domestic situation very much. Domestic relations are often more effective than legal systems.
The reason why Lin Mo mentioned Linhai is because Linhai ’s county network is complicated. If he comes forward to provide real estate guarantee, the loan should not be difficult to solve.
Lin Changqing looked at Lin Mo firmly, exhaled for a long time, threw his cigarette on the ground, stamped it out, and said in a sign language: "Lin Mo, playing with bank loans is not a joke. If you ca n’t repay the loan on time, the bank It ’s possible to take back the house. It ’s possible to do it well. It ’s possible to be jailed. You see, your father ’s leg will have to be scrapped even if he goes to the provincial hospital. It must be impossible to go there in the middle school, let ’s not talk about paying the money first. It is difficult to feed your brothers. How can you live without this house? "Lin Changqing said very realistically, and the reality is often cruel.
Lin Mo disagreed with shaking his head and calmly said: "Three grandpas, the house is more important than my dad's life. If my dad accepts a high amputation, he will be destroyed in the next half of his life. What is the difference from killing him? Money If you do n’t have any money, you can earn it again. If you do n’t have any money, you wo n’t be able to get it back. I do n’t want me to regret it later. When my dad is up, I wo n’t go to school for a while. Do n’t worry about money. . "
Lin Changqing frowned: "Small ink, it's not that the three grandpas poured you cold water, but fifty or sixty thousand is not a small amount. Just your father's salary, you don't have to eat or drink, you have to get together for several years. You are only fifteen years old, working No one wants it. Where do you go to collect so much money? "
When the old lady heard that Lin Mo was about to drop out of school, her eyes fell fiercely: "Lin Mo, you can't drop out of school. If your grades are so good, you can be admitted to college. Your grandfather used to say that our family is going to graduate, but you are a grandma. Hope. If you dropped out, did not become a bachelor, your grandmother died and you did n’t have a face to see your grandpa ... oops ... "
In the eyes of the older generation, regardless of whether they are the same thing as college students and bachelors, they all carry the word university, and they are all Guangzong Yaozucun.
Lin Moan smiled and said, "Is there still a small book in my family? The small book will be better than me in the future, and I can guarantee the grandfather's dream." Dr. Liu Yang Can it be compared with ordinary college students?
In addition, Lin Mo did n’t go to university. In his last life, Chen Junxi got a four-year accounting degree from a famous university in Kyoto. He learned everything he learned. Is n’t it a waste of time to go to school? The school time is certainly good, but you really let an ‘old man’ who lived in his thirties return to campus and stay with the hormonal excess hair children every day. It ’s strange not to hold back the problem. Compared to studying, Lin Mo is more interested in making money and cooking. If you are studying in Yangchun Baixue, let Xiaoshu do it.
Well, Big Brother is optimistic about you.
Lin Shu looked at his elder brother's smile, and it felt like he was staring at the little chick weasel.
The old lady took Lin Mo's words as relief, and was sad again. However, she also knew that Lin Mo's study in the future might be really broken.
Lin Mo turned to look at Lin Changqing and said earnestly: "Three grandpas, please help us with the loan, so that you can get the money within tomorrow. Repaying the money, I know well, I will not make it difficult for Grandpa . "
Lin Changqing watched Lin Mo's face fade away in an instant, and his delicate brows showed calm confidence, as if everything was under control, which made him a little convinced for no reason.
Perhaps, this child really has no way to pay for this huge sum of money!
The thought flashed through his mind, and even he thought it was ridiculous. Can a fifteen-year-old kid pick up such a big deal?
When Zheng Lin Changqing was hesitant, the old lady stood up suddenly and said with a cry: "The third one, please help us once, we will take the house to ... oh ... Wait for the old man to go, I let him give You kowtow, beg you ... "
"Hey, old sister-in-law, don't cry, don't cry, I promise you, promise you not?" Lin Changqing also red eyes: "I don't have to buy a face bank, I will go to Haizi for a while, there are acquaintances in his bank See if you can think of a way. "
"Thank you Grandpa Three."
Lin Changqing shook his head, sighed like "hey", and walked away from the hospital.
When he left, the old lady fell into a chair and took Lin Mo's hand and asked, "Good grandson, do you really have a way to pay the money?"
Lin Mo could n’t bear to look at the old man ’s worries, and he said:
I dreamed of my mom last night. She taught me some recipes. When my dad is ready, I will go to a stall to sell snacks. There is always a way to return the money. . "
"Ah ..." The old lady was dumbfounded, her eyes full of disappointment. I have never seen it, and I have never seen it so unreliable like her grandson. Where can a dream be taken seriously? However, having said that, her daughter-in-law would indeed eat it, and she could make a rotten red tangerine beautiful and delicious, and the whole town could not find anyone who could eat it. If Lin Mo's mom was still good, that would be great.
Lin Mochong Lin Shu handed his eyes, and Chubby was so enthusiastic that he helped his brother to speak: "Grandma, my brother cooked me noodles in the morning, but it was delicious. It was better than my father took me to eat in the restaurant." Xiao Fat Dun is also a snack food. Occasionally, he went to the restaurant in the city to eat a clear noodle soup. He still still remembers the taste. In his heart, it is probably one of the delicious things he has eaten.
No one else knows, the old lady knows Lin Mo's cooking skills. It ’s not that she exposes her grandson short, Lin Mo is okay to read. What he ca n’t cook, he only knows how to put salt in his cooking. It ’s salty every time, and the noodles are not half-baked or become a paste when he noodles. Just like Wang Yanyan's lazy lady, she would rather not let Lin Mo do the cooking. But now Xiaoshu actually said that Lin Mo boiled noodles is better than in the restaurant. Xiaoshu honestly never lied in front of her, and it didn't look like he was cheating.
Is it possible that Lin Mo's mother really gave him a dream?
The elderly are generally superstitious, especially the old rural women. Lin Mo said so casually, the old lady thought carefully, and felt more and more like that. Her old man immediately decided that when things were done on this side, she went back and asked a bodhisattva.
Lin Jian's situation was not very good. He woke up several times midway, and Lin Mo gave some canteen to buy porridge. He was uncomfortable all over, barely ate a few bites, and asked some questions in a groggy way, all of which were passed by Lin Mo. The nurse replaced him with some drops and let him take painkillers, then he fell asleep again.
After 1 pm, Lin Changqing came to the hospital with alcohol.
"Xiao Mo, your uncle Hai has contacted the bank. You are now going home to take the account book and your father's ID card, and we will go through the formalities immediately."
Lin Moxi said: "Grandpa, I will take all these things. How much does the bank agree to loan?"
Lin Changqing went to eat with others at noon, and hiccupped and said, "Let's go out and talk."
"it is good."
Immediately, Lin Mo and the old lady came to the flyover. While no one was present, Lin Changqing lowered his voice and said, "Your uncle Hai gave a lot of good words. The bank stipulates, but you can only get 420,000 for this money. "
The old lady was a little dumbfounded, and apparently didn't quite understand what Lin Changqing said.
Lin Mo was able to communicate with each other, and nodded, "Okay, forty-two thousand is forty-two thousand. It's less than I thought. Uncle Hai must have taken a lot of care for us. When my father's affairs are handled, I must personally thank Uncle Hai. "
Lin Changqing was very surprised. He did not expect that Lin Mo, a student, knew that these were the first time he even heard of "Unspoken Rules", and he became more convinced that Lin Mo might have a great future. After listening to Lin Mo again, I would personally thank him. I felt the ironing in my heart, so I rushed to Lin Mo, and I was busy today.
"It's all a family, what's the politeness with Grandpa Three?" Lin Changqing frowned all morning, and finally let go. "Old sister-in-law, Ahai waits underneath. I'll take Xiaomo down first and let Xiaomo join him Go through the formalities. After a while, I asked the hospital to equip us with a car and take the old man directly to the provincial hospital. Also, Ahai knew a friend who had an acquaintance over the provincial hospital, and he had already contacted us. As soon as we pass by, help us arrange surgery immediately. "
The old lady whispered: "Okay, I'll take care of it now."
Very well, Lin Mo and Lin Changqing went downstairs together. Lin Hai took a brand-new motorcycle and waved at them, and they walked over.
"Uncle Hai." Lin Mo thanked politely: "Dad thing, thank you so much."
Lin Hai is three years younger than Lin Jian, has a similar height, and is much larger than Lin Jian. Because of doing business outside of the year, the whole person looks smarter and smoother than Lin Jian.
Lin Hai looked at Lin Mo meaningfully, watching his delicate eyebrows flash a little nostalgia. He dropped his cigarette butts and smiled with pride: "It's all a family, don't be polite. Come on, I'll show you over."
The county is not rich yet. The urban area is pitifully small. There are old houses that are not planned. There are two planned main streets under construction. It is estimated that it will not open until the second half of the year. There are not many cars on the street. Lin Hai ’s uniquely shaped imported motorcycle attracted countless light.
Arriving at the bank, Lin Hai Shumen Shu Road stopped at the parking lot behind the bank and took Lin Mo straight to the director's office on the third floor.
The director's surname is Xu, and he is a relative to the bank governor, and is specifically responsible for loan matters. Lin Hai looked very familiar with him, and as soon as he entered, he shouted one brother at a time. I didn't know it was his brother.
After a brief greeting, Director Xu, who was holding a beer belly, also became Uncle Xu of Lin Mokou.
Lin Hai had already got through all the joints beforehand. Under his guarantee, he completed the corresponding procedures very well.
On the way back to the hospital, Lin Mo felt the 42,000 yuan in his bag from time to time. He felt incomprehensible in his heart. It felt like it was like a dream.
With this money, will Dad's destiny change?
The sharp wind like a knife cuts his face, and it feels painful, giving Lin Mo a little more realism.
Lin Mo tightened his clothes tightly. Then he realized that his throat hurt badly.
At this time, New York City is at midnight. In the dark room, someone suddenly awakened from the dream. He gasped in pain and wiped his face with pain. His face was full of cold sweat and tears. The pain in the cone of the dream lingered in his heart for a long time and he refused to disperse.
He reached out his phone, flipped to a familiar number, tried to dial several times, and failed to press it. He tossed the phone out, and the phone carpet made a muffled noise, which was just heard by the people in front of him.
The man knocked on the door and asked, "Axun, what's wrong?"
Han Xun hammered on the bed and said, "Brother, I'm fine."
Han Zijie repeatedly confirmed that Han Xun refused to open the door, so he had to leave first. Back in the room, his wife hadn't slept yet. When he saw his complexion, he asked, "Dear, what's wrong? What happened?"
Han Zijie worriedly said, "Axun's disease seems to be severe. When I passed by the door of his room, I heard something falling inside him, and I was afraid that he would have another nightmare."
"Don't you already contact Dr. Winchester for psychotherapy?" The glamorous woman blinked her big blue eyes, wondering.
"Dr. Winchester advised Axun to accept hypnosis and forget about the things in his dream, but Axun has always disagreed, hey."
His and beautiful wife gently smoothed his frown and comforted with awkward Chinese warm voice: "Don't worry, Xun will get better."
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