"It's the thing." Han Guangming explained in a low voice: "Outsiders can't come in."

"Who else can you not bring a key every time? It's really a copy of yours, you're out of your generation. You're used to losing all three or four." Liu Xiaolan sat down without moving.

That being said.

But a panic flashed through the eyes of parents at the same time.

"I'll open the door!" Han Xiangyang quickly opened the door, and a smell of alcohol rushed in.

"Brother! Uh!" The man didn't enter the house, and a hiccup rushed in.

Han Xiangyang supported the young version of "Han Guangming" into the house.

"Brother! Don't help me... I didn't drink too much...Dad, mom, hey! I'm all here today..." Han Xiangdong looked surprised, blushed and stumbled.

"Why help him? Let him drink the ball to death!" Han Guangming's low roar made Han Xiangdong tremble all over his body, and he woke up most of the time.

"..." Han Xiangdong pushed Han Xiangyang away from stopping him and walked towards the dining table without giving in.

Han Guangming put down his chopsticks with a gloomy expression and whispered: "I didn't come back last night, who did you mess with me? Hum?"

"Collection of accounts..." Before Han Xiangdong finished speaking, Han Guangming threw the chopsticks he had collected on his face, and the man stood up, "You collect the accounts? Where are the accounts you collected?"

"Dad! Don't do this." Han Xiangyang stopped between the father and son.

Han Guangming and Han Xiangdong, both of them were erect, and they were angry, like two cockfighting.

Liu Xiaolan sat motionless on the chair, not watching or talking, but just took a spoon to sit in Han Xiangyang's bowl.

"Tell me, you have been relieved of your worries since you were young, and you have been expelled from kindergarten, expelled from elementary school, and you have traveled to the two primary schools in Chengguan. Well, I advise me that you will be sensible when you grow up, spend money and give gifts to support your relationship and say all the good things. I changed you three middle schools. You change to one in the first grade on average. It's amazing. The weirdness of the Han family. You have half a year of high school for a year. The principal of the school personally invited me to dinner. I'll bring you back. It's amazing!"

"In addition to these old ashes, can you change to something new?" Han Xiangdong stared at him.

"Haha! You want to listen to something fresh? Well, you dropped out of high school and said you wanted to trade business and run an Internet cafe. You have been smashed in one round. The NetKa license plate was also revoked. You are the most weird in the world... It's still a little far away. Let's talk about it, just say, you fight and cause trouble, how many times will I pay for medical expenses with you? How many times will you go to the police station to redeem you... Two years ago, you asked for a car and bought it, but it ended up hitting people three times a month, and once a take-out hits national defense cable piles..."

"Okay, Lao Han, shut up." Liu Xiaolan had a cold face, "Yang Yang helped your brother back to his room."

His wife spoke, as if she had instantly vented Han Guangming's anger. He groaned and slowly sat down.

"Let's go and have a rest first." Han Xiangyang whispered.

Han Xiangdong stood still, his eyes swung his body to stare at his father's back.

Liu Xiaolan raised her eyes and raised her tone, "Han Xiangdong..."

Han Xiangdong was stunned for a while, turned around and left.

Han Xiangyang followed him and came to Han Xiangdong's room.

Han Xiangdong entered the house and rushed into the bathroom.

Han Xiangyang sat on a computer chair and looked around at his brother's bedroom.

The bedroom, which is about 30 square meters, is as thick and hard as my younger brother's people. It is thick and hard. The logs are covered with pillows and quilts on the large bed. Opposite the big bed is a row of ancient shelves.

There are hundreds of knives of large and small pieces on the ancient shelf, which is the hard work of my younger brother since he was a child.

Han Xiangyang didn't know. Since when, his younger brother fell in love with the collection of knives and asked him for money a lot. As far as he knew, one of the Damascus steel knives on the Box shelf cost Han Xiangdong 120,000 yuan. It is said that it was a master's work. In addition to the hundreds on the Box shelf, there are also various small knives in the cabinet, with at least a thousand in the number. Many of them were gradually replaced by him from players. The works of several famous craftsmen were really spent on a lot of money.

In addition to the knives on the Bogu shelf, there is only a crossbow and archery target on the wall, which is bare, and there are no basketball and football star photos that boys like nowadays, and there are no stars in the entertainment industry.

Han Guo, who took a cold walk, was naked, with her very short buzz cut dripping with water. A few scars were faintly exposed between her short hair, her broad and tough face, her muscles were bulging, her eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and she was full of banditry.

"Why didn't I come back last night? If you don't come back if you have something to do, you should call your parents and vent your anger so that they won't worry." Han Xiangyang got up, turned on the fan, grabbed a dry towel on the chair, and threw it to Han Xiangdong.

Han Xiangdong smiled and wiped it randomly, "Brother! I only came back when you went to work the first day, otherwise..."

Although Han Xiangdong is short, he is still 1.7 meters tall, one head shorter than Han Xiangyang.

"The work is going well, don't worry about my business."

"It's good that it's going well. I didn't expect my brother to go back to work in my hometown. In fact, I should stay in the provincial capital. I will have a place to go in the future." Han Xiangdong said, lit a cigarette.

"Did the collection go smoothly yesterday?" Han Xiangyang asked.

Han Xiangdong shook his head, "The small accounts that should be collected are almost all the debts. The rest are all debts from the public. The new building of the procuratorate has been completed for one and a half years, and it is still more than 1.9 million yuan. Who dares to ask for it every day? No matter how brave my father is, he has to be afraid. There is more than 3 million yuan from Xinde Chemical, and his boss has run away..."

Han Xiangyang suddenly asked, "How much does it cost to me?"

Han Xiangdong grinned, took a few sips of cigarettes, and shook his head, "Don't get involved with these things with mom. If you know, you're upset and useless."

Han Xiangyang looked at him quietly, his tone was gentle but firm, "Tell me, how much difference is."

"Brother..." Han Xiangdong looked at his brother's eyes for a while, lowered his head and said helplessly: "The two banks have more than 18 million yuan, private loans are more than 30 million yuan, and there are also..."

Han Xiangdong's voice became even lower, "I took the usury loan from the financial company at the beginning of this spring, and this account is the most troublesome..."

Han Xiangyang took a breath, "How could this happen? Dad isn't he known as the richest man in Handan. He bought several pieces of land a few years ago, and the rent of this building and shops cost one million yuan a year?"

Han Xiangdong blew the cigarette butts and let the ashes fall on the wooden floor.

Han Xiangyang took the ashtray and placed it in front of his younger brother.

"The problem lies in a few pieces of land." After destroying the cigarette butts in the ashtray, Han Xiangdong spoke slowly, "Brother, do you still remember the land of Xinde Chemical two years ago? I also went to the auction that year. My father spent 89 million to win the bid, and the TV station reported it."

"I have an impression." Han Xiangyang nodded. After winning the bid that year, his parents went to the provincial capital school to celebrate with him. He looked down at the men's watch in his hand. This watch worth more than 60,000 yuan was bought for him that time by his parents.

At that time, he remembered that his father kept saying that when the land of Xinde Chemical was developed, he would exchange a villa with him in the provincial capital.

“Is there something wrong with this land?”

Han Xiangdong lit another cigarette, but Han Xiangyang snatched it, crushed it, and threw it into the ashtray.
Chapter completed!