2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

In Qin Hanyang's view, speculating about Jiangnan Yue's family background is far less important than the current "unboxing".

He even stopped specifically to find a stone platform before solemnly opening this "iPod," which could be considered a work of art.

"Wow, 10GB of RAM, a touch keyboard, second generation... the build quality is incredible! Steve Jobs is truly amazing!"

After playing with the iPod in his hand for a few minutes, Qin Hanyang put it back in its original box.

As a reborn individual, his interest in the product itself far outweighs its functionality.

then.

Qin Hanyang didn't linger any longer and hurried back.

It took about ten minutes to walk.

He stopped in front of a self-built house, which had three floors in total, with four connected shops on the street-facing floor.

Only one shop was open, with a dim incandescent light shining from it.

"Clatter clatter..."

Qin Hanyang followed the sound and walked in, only to see a middle-aged woman sitting at a table, one hand on an account book and the other tapping an abacus.

Beside the table was a half-eaten bowl of porridge and a dish of pickled vegetables.

"mom!"

Upon seeing this at the door, Qin Hanyang called out and quickly went inside.

The middle-aged woman, named Wang Huirong, was Qin Hanyang's mother. Hearing the voice, she looked up, frowned, and said:

"You're willing to come back?"

"It's getting dark. Where else can I go if I don't go home?"

Qin Hanyang's smirking face made Wang Huirong furious. She said with a pained expression, "..."

"Teacher Chen even called your dad's cell phone, and you filled out your college application randomly. Wait until he gets back in a couple of days, then we'll see how you explain yourself!"

"I didn't fill it in randomly."

Seeing his mother's serious expression, Qin Hanyang said earnestly, "The tuition for a third-tier university is so expensive, and the degree isn't very valuable. There's not much point in studying there. Compared to that, a junior college degree allows you to start working a year earlier, which is much better!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Upon hearing the word "tuition," Wang Huirong felt a pang of guilt. "We'll find a way to cover the tuition. We'll sell everything we own to support you. Go to school tomorrow and fill out the form again!"

"Mom, it can't be changed."

Qin Hanyang shook his head.

He had no way out in this matter. He had two days to fill out his college application, but he deliberately chose the afternoon of the last day to avoid any trouble.

As for Teacher Chen's phone call, it can only serve to inform you.

The real reason behind this was simply to prevent his parents from causing trouble at the school, so it was just a precaution.

"It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of you during your most important year of high school. Your homeroom teacher used to say you were a top student, but now you can only go to a vocational college..."

After Qin Hanyang's explanation, Wang Huirong was completely at a loss, and felt even more guilty.

"What are you saying, Mom?"

Qin Hanyang noticed that her eyes were already a little wet, so he quickly reached out to wipe them.

"Forget about college or vocational school degrees, it's enough that you've given birth to such a handsome son. We can't have all the good things in life!"

"You dare to talk back to me!"

Wang Huirong burst out laughing and glanced at Qin Hanyang in surprise.

Her son, who is usually quite taciturn, actually made a witty remark to her today?

Since the application couldn't be changed, there wasn't much she could do. Instead, she asked with concern, "You're back so late, have you eaten? I'll start a fire right away and cook you something."

Qin Hanyang replied with a grin, "I ate! But I'm hungry again!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Huirong immediately turned around and busied herself in the makeshift kitchen set up in the corner of the warehouse.

Qin Hanyang stared blankly at his mother's figure for a while.

Then he looked around the room.

It was supposed to be a street-facing shop, but it was actually a warehouse filled with clothes, shoes and other garments, and there were two machines covered with tarpaulins in the corner.

Qin Hanyang was deeply impressed by it; it was a fabric cutting machine and a flat sewing machine.

My parents used these two machines to start a small workshop, and then earned money to build this house that was the envy of the neighborhood at the time.

But the good times didn't last long.

The house renovation hadn't even been finished when my parents' business ran into trouble.

Only the water and electricity are connected; the white plaster hasn't even been applied yet!

It's been put on hold until now!

"Stir-fried green peppers with shredded pork, just make do!"

Before long, Wang Huirong had prepared a side dish to accompany the rice, interrupting Qin Hanyang's reminiscence.

"Dele!"

Qin Hanyang helped bring the dishes to the table, and served himself a bowl of porridge, chatting with Wang Huirong as they ate.

"Is my dad going to the provincial capital to ask Uncle Lin for money again?"

"Money? Your dad's old comrade-in-arms is beyond saving. I heard he borrowed money to gamble in an attempt to recoup his losses, and even got his house foreclosed by the bank! Now, forget about getting any money back; he's just a worthless piece of trash!"

The Uncle Lin that Qin Hanyang mentioned was actually named Lin Hai.

Hearing her son mention this person, Wang Huirong was filled with intense hatred.

When their family workshop grew up, at its peak they employed about ten people and had already upgraded to the size of a small factory.

Suddenly, they emerged from this forest.

Relying on his relationship with Qin Hanyang's father's old comrade-in-arms, he claimed he wanted to invest in the company, in exchange for helping to import a small garment production line from Guangdong Province.

In order to gain their trust, I personally funded the purchase of the two machines that are now in the corner.

Finally, they took 50 yuan from them for equipment purchase and then disappeared!

When Lin Hai was finally found, it was discovered that he was an incurable gambler who had lost all his money.

Since it was an economic dispute, Lin Hai directly resorted to dishonest tactics, saying that he would try to actively repay the debt in the future, and was released after "mediation" at the police station.

Of course, this was also a helpless move by Qin's father.

It wasn't that he was being lenient out of consideration for past relationships; it was just that now that the money was gone, going to jail wouldn't make much difference.

Wang Huirong sighed, "Your dad has beaten him several times in the past year or so, each time leaving him bruised and swollen, but he still hasn't received a single penny."

"Well, it's good enough to get my hands dirty," Qin Hanyang laughed.

Wang Huirong couldn't laugh. She sighed, "This kind of person, his wife ran away, and his children are raised by his grandparents. He's just a parasite on society. So... you must never touch gambling again, or I'll have your dad break your legs."

"Okay!"

Qin Hanyang was already used to this approach of immediately bringing up education.

Of course, it's no wonder Wang Huirong harbored such resentment.

Of the 50 yuan that their family was scammed out of, 30 yuan was their savings, and the other 20 yuan was borrowed from the bank!

We still owe 10 yuan!

This huge hole has not only delayed the house renovation, but also forced the whole family to tighten their belts and live frugally.

Forget about complaining; Wang Huirong even had murderous thoughts.

To avoid upsetting his mother, Qin Hanyang quickly changed the subject: "Mom, since Dad can't get the money back, why hasn't he come back after all these days?"

"Your dad contacted an old classmate of yours at the bank, surnamed Luo. I heard he's a manager now. He's planning to see if he can get a loan to tide him over... Sigh, when you're down on your luck, all your friends and classmates will avoid you. I don't think it's going to work out."

At this point, Wang Huirong suddenly realized that she shouldn't be telling the child these things, so she changed the subject, "Why are the kids asking so many questions? Just finish your meal and go to sleep."

"I was just asking casually... If my dad comes back and beats me, you'd better stop him."

Qin Hanyang was genuinely afraid that his father would take action.

I remember in my past life, I took it upon myself to change my college application and hid outside for a whole week before daring to go home.

Upon hearing this, Wang Huirong sneered, "Don't worry, I won't hand him the stick."

"..."

After chatting for a while and having dinner, Qin Hanyang was sent upstairs to rest.

After washing up.

Qin Hanyang stared at the "Syrian-style" bedroom ceiling and murmured, "Will this house be demolished in two years...?"

He did know about the turning point that would follow.

But two years is such a long time, not only can he not wait, but his parents at home also have to endure two more years of hardship.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to raise a sum of money, and a large sum at that.

Qin Hanyang remembers it very clearly.

This time, Dad's attempt to get a loan from his old classmate at the bank backfired spectacularly!

The old classmate gave his father the excuse that he was busy entertaining important guests, but in the end, he returned empty-handed.

The old classmate's excuse was genuine, but in essence, he had no intention of helping at all.

In his previous life, Qin Hanyang was also slow to realize the identity of this distinguished guest.

Their background is terrifyingly powerful!

It is none other than Tang Wanxin, the current financial emperor of the "Delong Group"!

He was ranked number one in the domestic "Top 500 Capital Holding Companies" this year!

But in reality, they were already heavily in debt!

Tang Wanxin's current self-rescue strategy is to try to acquire shares in and manipulate commercial banks in local cities in order to prolong his capital game.

At that time, the Rongcheng Commercial Bank, where his father went to borrow money, was one of Tang Wanxin's targets!

Qin Hanyang stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, pondering for a long time before finally making up his mind.

"We're targeting you, Mr. Tang!"

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