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Dear adoptive fathers, leave Jiangcheng and take off directly after Chapter 8!(The previous three online books all reached 30W, so you can rest assured that the quality is guaranteed!)

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The pungent smell of liquor mixed with the smell of cheap tobacco entered his nostrils, and Lin Chuan opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of you is a small restaurant box that is so familiar that it is engraved in your bones.

There is a promotional poster for the 2000 Spring Festival Gala on the wall. There is a hole in the enamel jar on the table, and a crumpled copy of "Jiangcheng Daily" is spread out next to it.

The date is clearly printed - May 18, 2000.

The two people sitting across from him were smiling in front of him. Their smiles were so hypocritical that it made Lin Chuan's stomach churn.

On the left is his wife Liu Mei, wearing a white washed pink shirt, her hair permed into the popular waves, but her eyes are full of calculations.

"Linchuan, please sign it quickly. After signing this equity transfer agreement, we will get 100,000 yuan to repay the debt, and we will be able to live a good life in the future."

On the right is Zhang Lei, his childhood friend. He is wearing a fake Pierre Cardin suit and a dazzling fake Rolex on his wrist. The hand holding the pen is shaking.

"That's right, Kawako. Your dad is old and the machine factory can no longer operate. If you sell it to my dad, your family can still get 100,000 yuan to pay off the debt, otherwise the bank will seal your house."

Equity transfer agreement.

May 18, 2000.

The blood all over Lin Chuan's body rushed to the top of his head in an instant, and he clenched his nails so hard that he didn't notice the blood oozing from his palms.

Didn’t he freeze to death under the bridge in the winter of 2023?

Today in his previous life - these two people conspired to force him to drink a pound of liquor, and he muddleheadedly signed an equity transfer agreement in the machinery factory that his father had been running all his life.

The entire factory was sold for only 100,000 yuan.

Later, Zhang Lei and his son came to demolish the property with equity and lost a total of 80 million yuan.

Zhang Lei lived in a villa, opened a company, became a prestigious boss in Jiangcheng, and even married Liu Mei.

And what about the Lin family?

My father was furious to death, my mother cried blindly, and my sister dropped out of school to work to pay off debts, but was hit by a drunk driver on the way home from get off work.

He himself was so cold under the bridge that he couldn't even curl up his fingers. When he finally closed his eyes, he had only one thought in his mind - it would be better if he didn't sign that day.

“I didn’t expect that God would give him this opportunity.

"Kawako, what are you doing standing still? Sign it quickly!"

Seeing that he didn't move, Liu Mei reached out to take his hand and press it on the agreement, her tone full of impatience.

Zhang Lei also smiled and coaxed him: "After signing, let's go eat hotpot mutton. I'll treat you. I'll take care of it."

Looking at these two faces, Lin Chuan felt a fishy smell rising from the bottom of his throat.

He suddenly raised his hand, picked up the remaining half glass of white wine on the table, and threw it over his head and face!

“I’ll sign your mother!”

The cold white wine splashed all over Liu Mei and Zhang Lei's faces. Both of them were stunned and froze in place for a long time without reacting.

There was also Zhang Lei’s father Zhang Zhiguo in the box, the deputy director of the machinery factory, who had been sitting next to him silently.

At this time, he slammed the table and stood up, his face livid: "Lin Chuan! Why are you crazy!"

"Am I crazy?"

Lin Chuan sneered and reached out to pick up the equity transfer agreement on the table. Without even looking at it, he tore it into pieces with a few "shuashuashuas".

The pieces of paper were thrown all over Zhang Zhiguo’s head and face.

"You, father and son, conspired to defraud our factory. Do you really think that I, Lin Chuan, am a fool?" Page (1/3)