I'm really not a genius

Chapter 200

For three years, Tan Ming watched his studio become heavily indebted and unsustainable.

He disdained to sell "vegetable greenhouses" like those small workshops, but now he can't even sell greenhouses.

The brothers who started a business together withdrew one after another, leaving only themselves and an old friend in college.

They couldn't afford to pay their employees' wages. They resigned everyone one after another. They became drivers, secretaries, accountants and cleaners.

Linton sent someone to talk with him about the acquisition two years ago. Recently, there is no intention to acquire.

They are waiting for their small workshop to survive.

It's more cost-effective to take away the patents in your hand at the price of collecting junk when you go bankrupt and liquidate.

Tan Ming hung his head and smoked. His heart was like death.

"Didi..."

At this time, the mobile phone suddenly rang. Tan Ming picked it up and found that his credit card had just been swiped more than 2000 yuan.

At this moment, somehow, he suddenly couldn't restrain his anger, and immediately called home.

"Doo Doo"

"Hello? Amin?"

Hearing his wife's voice, Tan mingteng stood up from the bench and shouted, "what are you doing with your credit card again?"

"Didn't I tell you not to swipe your credit card this month?"

"You turn a deaf ear to what I say, don't you?"

The opposite wife was startled. Unexpectedly, her gentle and elegant husband would suddenly get angry and stammer for a long time: "well, that, just now my mother called me and asked me if I have any money in my hand. My father's medicine is running out..."

"I'll be paid in two days. I, I'll brush it temporarily..."

Hearing his wife's aggrieved voice, Tan Ming's anger suddenly seemed to be poured with cold water.

He looked at the curious eyes of passers-by, blushed, and sat back on the bench with a hoarse voice: "sorry, daughter-in-law, sorry..."

"I'm a little short of money recently. I'm afraid the loan this month is overdue..."

The wife said, "no, let's sell the car? My colleague asked me yesterday. Her daughter just learned to drive and wants to buy a second-hand car to practice."

Tan Ming asked tentatively, "how much does she pay?"

The wife said, "I don't know. I didn't ask. I've driven that car for seven or eight years. I think it's only twenty or thirty thousand at most."

Then she complained, "working overtime again? Why haven't you come back so late?"

Tan Ming hung his head and whispered, "right now, I'll go home in a minute. Is Niu Niu asleep?"

"I've already gone to bed. You're coming back now, aren't you? Then I'll cook for you."

"Well, well."

Hanging up the phone, Tan Ming sighed. The whole person looked like an angry ball.

"Jingling..." just after hanging up the phone at home, another mobile phone ring rang. He picked it up and found that it was an unknown number and resolutely hung up.

It must be another debt collector.

Don't rush. I'll pay you back if I have money. I really don't have money now.

"Lingling..." a moment later, the bell rang again. It was the same number. Tan Ming directly pulled it into the blacklist.

Love who, I'm really not in the mood to talk to you now.

No matter what, we'll wait until tomorrow.

He sat on the platform and wanted to wait for bus No. 74. However, he didn't know whether there was an accident ahead or the bus changed its route. Bus No. 74 didn't come.

At this time, a boy who looked like a high school student did it on the bench next to him, and a burst of soothing music came from the speaker of his mobile phone.

"An excellent person like me should have lived a brilliant life."

"How come more than 20 years have ended up floating and sinking in the sea of people."

“……”

Tan Ming doesn't like listening to songs very much and doesn't have time to listen.

However, at this moment, whether it was the mood or the song, he suddenly turned red in his eyes.

How did I get over my thirty years of life?

Why have you tried your best and still achieved nothing?

I'm a loser?

I'm a loser.

Well, I'm a waste

The high school student next to him looked at Tan Ming with red eyes and asked, "uncle, are you okay?"

Tan Ming didn't speak, just hung his head.

"A lonely person like me, a silly person like me."

"How many people are there in the world who are unwilling to be ordinary like me."

“……”

The music in the mobile phone continues.

Seeing the long-awaited No. 74 bus slowly entering the station, Tan Ming couldn't stand up.

"Didi..."

At this time, the prompt tone of the mobile phone rings again, but this time it is the sound of SMS.

Tan Ming wiped the corners of his eyes. He picked them up impatiently and found that it was a transfer prompt

"At 22:42 on August 22, Lu Yao transferred 100000 yuan to your account with tail number 7162, and the current balance was 100021 yuan. [Hailan bank]"

"Remarks: please call back after receiving the transfer. I have something important to talk to you. Tel: 1 ******************************************************

Tan Ming suddenly raised his head.

Lu Yao?

He transferred me 100000 yuan?

Why?

Tan Ming took a closer look at the number in the note. It was the one he had just hacked.

He hurriedly cancelled the pull black and went back to the other party.

"Doo Doo"

"Hello, Mr. tan?" the young man's clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

Tan Ming recognized that it was Lu Yao and said, "it's me, it's me. You just transferred 100000 yuan to me?"

Lu Yao said, "it was agreed this afternoon that I would buy your notebook for 100000 yuan."

Tan Ming: "

A glimmer of hope that had just ignited suddenly burst again.

Originally, I didn't come to talk business with you

At this time, Lu Yao did not know Tan Ming's psychological change and continued: "Mr. Tan, does your studio accept financing now?"

Tan Ming was stunned and asked, "financing? What financing?"

Lu Yuan said: "I just asked someone about it. Your studio had a financing two years ago. At that time, the market valuation was 100 million, but it was not negotiated later."

"Now the debt is still very high, almost ten million less."

"I'd like to ask, do you still accept financing? I'll help you pay back the ten million yuan. Can you give me 10% of the shares?"

For a long time, there was no response on the other end of the phone.

Lu Yao was a little nervous. Did he say it too frankly?

No experience, what should we talk about normal investment?

After waiting for a long time, he saw that the other party neither answered nor hung up, so he continued to ask, "Mr. Tan, do you still have the will in this regard? Or let's meet and talk?"

"Woo woo..."

However, at this time, a burst of sobs came across the phone.

Lu Yao was stunned.

What's the matter? Crying?

"Mr. Tan, where are you?" Lu Yao hurriedly asked, "don't cry. We can discuss something."

"Sobbing... Sobbing..."

However, at the other end of the phone, Tan Ming cried even louder. The original low voice sob had turned into a big cry.

But he felt his emotions suddenly out of control at this moment, and his tears could not be restrained.