Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 249 On the News
The person on the balcony remained as still as a mountain, the cigarette in his hand curling up.In a house of about [-] square meters, you can clearly hear a word in the living room in the living room. Jian Anran knows that even dropping a pen at this distance, he can hear it from the balcony.

"You child!" Yang Yahui was a little impatient, and patted Jian Anran's shoulder hard, "What are you talking about standing at the door! Come in!"

"How much did you borrow?" She asked again.

Seeing that Jian Anran's attitude did not soften at all, Yang Yahui's patience gradually ran out, "Come in first, come in first!"

Grabbing Jian Anran's arm, Yang Yahui pulled her in, and closed the door by the way, Yang Yahui locked the door behind her.

In silence, she tried her best to connect all the things that happened in the past six months——

Jian Shaobo's business is getting worse and worse, which she has always known.

It stands to reason that the time when Jian Shaobo started doing business happened to be the era of rapid economic development after the liberalization of the economy. Following the trend of history, he basically did what he did.Just like the boss of a mobile phone manufacturer said, "As long as you are on the cusp, pigs can fly."

But I don't know if the goddess of fate has never favored Jian Shaobo, or the experience over the years has indeed verified that he has no ability to do business at all.His business seemed to be improving in the past few years, but he has no savings plan at all, and he has no ability to resist when the crisis comes.

He didn't catch up with the glory of history, but he stepped into it after several setbacks. Jian Anran, who always thought she was born in a well-off family, didn't know that the family didn't even have any savings for many years.

"What are you crazy about?" Jian Shaobo, whose cigarette was finally extinguished, was a little impatient, "If you don't want to pass the Chinese New Year, don't come back and make people feel uneasy!"

The eyes he glanced over were extremely cold, as if he was looking at some stranger, or even someone he hated.

"Can I spend that money by myself? You have eaten my house and lived in my house for so many years, which one doesn't cost you? You don't need to spend money to go to college?"

"Ask you for 7 yuan, it seems like you want your life. Are you going to finish? Your mother raised you for so many years, such a white-eyed wolf?" Seeing Jian Shaobo's words became more and more ugly, even Yang Yahui on the side listened I couldn't go down anymore, so I hurried forward to hold him.

"So what? You want to sell me before you graduate? Who do you want to kidnap morally?" Jian Anran became more and more angry as she thought about it.

"What does it mean to eat yours and live yours? Isn't it because you choose to have a child that you are responsible for raising the child?"

As soon as Jian Anran's words fell, there was a moment of silence in the air, and Jian Shaobo suddenly flew into a rage, "Is this the way you talk to your parents? I only know how failed my education is when I see you now!"

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Jian Shaobo began to talk about the so-called "principle issue". Jian Anran sneered, facing illogical people, he was even so exhausted that he didn't know what else he could say.

"Can't educate others to have children? Did someone put a knife on your neck and let you have a child? Did someone force you to marry and take on family responsibilities?"

Seeing that Jian Anran's emotions were getting out of control, Yang Yahui was a little anxious, and hurried forward to stop them between their father and daughter.

"For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, don't quarrel anymore, harmony can make money!"

She looked into the kitchen, "The meal is almost done, you go and sit down, and you can start eating right away."

After speaking, Yang Yahui yelled into the room: "Xiaojie, come out and help!"

Probably because she noticed the movement outside early in the morning, and was afraid that her father and sister would quarrel again. Jian Anjie moved very fast this time, and rushed out of the room before Yang Yahui finished yelling.

"I'm serving dinner!" he yelled at them.

Since then, no one of them spoke. Yang Yahui turned on the TV specially, and the lively background sound seemed to be trying to cover up the embarrassment at the dinner table.

Just as she picked up the first dish with chopsticks, Jian Anran suddenly noticed something was wrong.

They had quarreled with the family for so long before, and they didn't even make a phone call. They suddenly contacted her and asked her to go home. They wanted her to take out the only 7 yuan in her pocket.

The last time I went home, I made it clear that I would never pay, but Yang Yahui called Jian Anran again after a few days of silence.

Even at the expense of violating her principle for many years: bowing her head and apologizing to her children, Jian Anran suddenly felt that they must have something else to ask for this time.

What she couldn't figure out was, what else could they want from themselves?
Except for the 7 yuan in the bank card, Jian Anran has no other valuables.

She suddenly remembered the miumiu dress in the closet, but she seemed to have heard Ning Beibei say before that second-hand luxury goods will be discounted a lot, no matter how high the original price is, the depreciation timer will start the moment you buy it back.

And no matter how you sell everything, let alone the 60 arrears posted on the door, even the 20 online loan will not help.

"An Ran, it's like this, Mom and Dad never asked you anything..." Yang Yahui hesitated.

Without answering, Jian Anran raised her head and looked directly at her dodging eyes.

"You also saw the arrears on the door." She spoke very slowly, as if she was racking her brains for the next sentence. "There is a crisis at home now."

"Our family is not like other people who ate and drank and squandered. It is inevitable to have ups and downs in business. It is common to find someone to borrow a fortune occasionally. Who can come up with such a large amount of funds now?"

Putting down the chopsticks in her hand, she seemed to know what Yang Yahui wanted to say, but Jian Anran stopped her in time: "If you want me to go to Wen Siheng to borrow money, I'm sorry, I can't do it."

"No, no..." Yang Yahui hastily denied, she glanced at Jian Shaobo, who knew that the other party was eating food with his feet up like a grandpa, as if everything that happened at the dinner table had nothing to do with him .

"I want to ask... can you help pay back this debt." As soon as Yang Yahui's voice fell, she hurriedly raised her head to see Jian Anran's expression.

Her brows were tightly frowned, and she seemed a little puzzled for a moment, and then she became speechless, "tsk" and didn't even know what she could say.

"No, you probably know how much money I have in my pocket to two decimal places, right? I only earn 60 a month. How can He De pay you back this [-] sinkhole?"

"Is it almost there?" Yang Yahui's tone softened by a third for fear that she would run out the door in anger again.

"I've seen it all on the news."

(End of this chapter)