"My parents have been out for two months, why haven't they come back?" Zhang Bingyang just got up and called his father with his mobile phone. These days, he has been restless, and his parents have been unable to contact him.
Zhang Bingyang's parents took a luxury yacht trip two months ago to make up for their missing honeymoon trip.
"Dong dong dong." The sound of knocking at the door was very impatient and did not speak politely. Zhang Bingyang opened the door, and there were a dozen men in suits standing outside. The man standing in the middle was the most familiar one. He was Guo De, the general manager of Zhang Bingyang's father's company.
The door opened, and the crowd swarmed in, "What are you doing?" Zhang Bingyang looked at them in surprise.
Guo De sat down on the sofa in a leisurely manner. You should know that when his father was at home, Guo De had been standing beside him and never dared to sit down.
As soon as those guys in suits and clothes came in, they counted things everywhere and dumped the electrical appliances and furniture in their homes. It seemed that they had entered a group of bandits. Zhang Bingyang rushed to intercept them and said, "What are you doing? It's legal to enter other people's homes to check things?"
Guo De slowly poured a cup of tea, crossed his legs and ate the breakfast egg tarts prepared by Zhang Bingyang.
"Why is it illegal? We are the lawyers of the bank. Your father has gone bankrupt, and all his properties will be recovered by our bank." The leading man said proudly.
Zhang Bingyang looked at Guo De, "Uncle De, what happened to my father?"
Guo De spread out his hands and pretended to disapprove. "How do I know? Maybe it was to avoid debt that he absconded."
"My father absconded, how could it be?" Zhang Bingyang slumped on the sofa.
The lawyer said, "Now everything here doesn't belong to you. You'd better move out of here before tomorrow."
"My father is not here, how can you decide?" But no one paid attention to him. Zhang Bingyang was like an unarmed rooster, at the mercy of others.
Zhang Bingyang is a sophomore student in senior high school. The day before yesterday, he was a second generation rich man with a family fortune of 100 billion yuan. All the people who came in and out were Lamborghini. All the cups for drinking water should be inlaid with gold. All the meals were sent directly from five-star hotels. Every meal should be changed. It is normal for lobster to be used as food, and Romani Conti wine of 1945 to be used as water, Each of the clothes on his body is not more than 10000 yuan. A casual compliment to Zhang Bingyang can earn hundreds of yuan in tips. It's no exaggeration to say that the students who follow him can raise their families. His parents never say anything about Zhang Bingyang's extravagance, because they don't know how to use their money without Zhang Bingyang, a black sheep.
But from the moment Guo De brought people in, he became a poor man with nothing. He had to take off his coat to pay off the bank's debts. Facing this huge gap, Zhang Bingyang opened his mouth and remained motionless.
Guo De stood up, clapped his hands and urged the lawyers, "Hurry up, I have other things to do."
The next day, Zhang Bingyang came to his father's company for the first time. The original brand of Zhang's Group was smashed and thrown aside. The replaced brand said Guo's Group. Guo De took over all his father's property. Zhang Bingyang was naturally angry. "This old bastard must be usurping power."
Guo De walked out of the company gate smartly. He changed into the chairman's exclusive clothing. The original blue tie was changed into a red tie, with a group of people around him. Shouldn't such a formation be equipped only by his father?
Zhang Bingyang suddenly flashed out from one side and hit Guo De's face with a fist. "You bastard stole my father's property. My father is so kind to you, and you should attack him from behind." Zhang Bingyang shouted, but no one was fighting for him.
Guo De stepped back a dozen steps, "What are you still waiting for? Take this madman out and fight him." Guo De told his bodyguard.
Three or four strong bodyguards grabbed Zhang Bingyang's arm and dragged it out. Zhang Bingyang was crushed on the ground.
Guo De tidied up his torn ties, stepped on his shiny leather shoes and left Zhang Bingyang lying on the ground in despair. His eyes were swollen and his mouth was bleeding. Guo De deprived the Zhang family of everything and left no blanket.
The lock of the door was changed, and he couldn't get in anymore. Zhang Bingyang walked on the street decadently, "God, do you really want to treat me like this.
"Nephew." A voice came from the side, Zhang Bingyang ignored it.
"Nephew." Another voice came, and Zhang Bingyang realized that the voice was calling him.
He looked along the voice. There was a blue car parked in front of the intersection. The middle-aged man waved to himself from the window, and Zhang Bingyang walked over.
"Nephew, I know your family is in trouble, and I came here to help you." The man said gently. Zhang Bingyang knows him. He is Professor Lan, who specializes in invention and creation. If his father had not funded his project, Professor Lan would not have achieved what he has achieved today. He was published in newspapers all day long, attended academic conferences, and made speeches in schools. He was very proud.
"I'm homeless," Zhang Bingyang said bitterly, with tears in his eyes.
Professor Lan patted him gently on the shoulder, "Uncle knows, I just came to pick you up and live in my house. Your father helped me, and today I'm here to repay you."
Zhang Bingyang thinks that he can only rely on Professor Lan.
"Get on the bus quickly. After changing the environment, you will feel better." Professor Lan urged.
"Professor Lan, do you know my father's whereabouts? Can he be framed?"
Professor Lan looked at him in embarrassment, "I don't know, but your father is such a good man, nothing will happen." Although he said so, Zhang Bingyang didn't get much comfort from his words.
After Zhang Bingyang settled down at Professor Lan's home, he had a full day's sleep. He didn't even go to school. Professor Lan knew that he was sad, so he let him relax.
