Zhao Gangliang saw news about Han Tiantian’s house while reading the news today.

He didn't know that an anti-dumping investigation had put Han Tiantian's family in such a big crisis. It was Lin Shuya who called Zhao Gang-ling to tell Zhao Gang-ling about the situation of Han Tiantian's family. Zhao Gang-ling realized that the matter was so serious.

So, Zhao Gangliang bought a plane ticket without any hesitation and flew to SH.

As for going to the capital, Zhao Gangliang was pressed behind.

When Zhao Gangliang first met Han Tiantian, he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Han Tiantian. Although his breasts were as small as ever, Han Tiantian's face was no longer as good-looking as before. Her face was very ugly, pale, and thin.

For some reason, Zhao Gangliang felt a lot of pain when he saw Han Tiantian like this.

"Tiantian, why don't you call me?"

Lin Shuya hugged Han Tiantian and said with distress, "It's only been a few days now, look at you, why are you doing this?"

"Shuya."

Han Tiantian hugged Lin Shuya and said, "I'm fine, it's really okay."

"Hello uncle, I am Tiantian's friend."

Seeing Han Tiantian and Lin Shuya reminiscing about the past, Zhao Gangyan reached out and shook hands with Han Tiantian's father.

"Hello, hello."

Han Tiantian's father shook hands with Zhao Gang-ling, and then said, "You... are Mr. Zhao's son."

"Yeah, yes."

Zhao Gang nodded.

Han Tiantian's father took a deep breath. Although he had heard his daughter talk about Zhao Gangling occasionally, this was the first time he had seen Zhao Gangling.

Zhao Gangliang was nothing to him, he was just a young man, but Zhao Gangliang's father was well-known to him, because when Zhao Tiezhu came to SH, he was living in SH. At that time, he was just the manager of a small LED light processing factory, and Zhao Tiezhu was already an awesome person who could play against the city in Shanghai!

After so many years, Zhao Tiezhu has long become a legend. Now that his son appears in front of him, Han Tiantian's father has to be in a state of great excitement.

"My name is Han Fei."

Han Tiantian's father nodded to Zhao Gangliang.

"Uncle Han." Zhao Gangliang said with a smile.

"Let's go, the company is not a place to chat. Come to my house and have a seat."

Han Fei invited.

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Han."

The group took Han Fei's car to the legendary Tang Chen Yipin.

Han Tiantian lives in Tangchen Yipin, and it is a duplex building. There are not 300 million or 500 million yuan, so she doesn't even want to take this place.

Not long after I got home, several people from the bank came.

They came to urge the debt, but were driven out by Han Fei.

"When I first asked them to take out loans, they were all like grandchildren."

Looking at the people who were driven away, Han Fei said disdainfully, "Now that I know I am in trouble, everyone comes to be the master, damn it."

"When uncle took out a loan, did he use this house as mortgage?" Zhao Gangliang asked.

"Well, this house was bought for mortgage. This is a capital operation method that we all like to play at that time. When I bought this house for 400 million yuan, I bought it for 600 million yuan," Han Fei said with a smile.

Zhao Gang nodded. This capital operation method is actually still popular. You can buy a house with a mortgage of one million yuan. After you get the real estate certificate, you can directly find a bank mortgage loan. You can borrow one million yuan and then borrow it. The monthly interest will be tens of thousands. If you have a mortgage of ten thousand yuan a month, it means someone will help you pay the mortgage for an additional 18,000 yuan.

Of course, this is just a small trick, which is somewhat different from Han Fei.

Han Fei and Zhao Gangqing were sitting in the living room chatting, while Han Tiantian took Lin Shuya to the kitchen to help cook.

Originally, Han Fei was thinking about how to find more topics with Zhao Gang-ling. After all, the two were twenty or thirty years apart, and the distance between them was no longer a generation gap. Unexpectedly, Zhao Gang-ling was very good at chatting and knew a lot of things. Whether it was commercial or some other things, he could talk to Han Fei about it, especially Han Fei's favorite fan, which Zhao Gang-ling could even talk about.

"The best fans are all made of bamboo, and the best one is Xiangfei bamboo. Unfortunately, it's a pity that it's no longer produced now. Most of the remaining fans were from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, and they are of great value." Zhao Gangliang said with a smile.

"I have a fan of Xiangfeizhu. I'll show you later."

Han Fei hurriedly ran into the room and took out a box, put it in front of Zhao Gangliang and opened it, then took out a fan inside with very good looks.

"This is a fan of Xiangfei bamboo that I received from HN in my early years. I collected more than 10 million. Legend has it that this was used by Emperor Qianlong back then, so you can see it."

Han Fei handed the fan to Zhao Gang-ling.

Zhao Gangqing carefully played with the fan, then nodded, "This is a good thing. As far as I know, Carlsberg Auction House sold a similar fan some time ago, and sold more than 17 million yuan at that time. The quality of that one is not as good as yours. Yours is now at least 20 million yuan."

"Haha, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

Han Fei said with a smile.

Zhao Gang-yi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I will not receive any reward without merit. This gift is too expensive, I cannot ask for it."

"It depends on whether you like it or not. Whether it is expensive or not is second. If I really go bankrupt, I have to take this thing out for auction. Instead of giving it to others at that time, it is better to give it to you now. At least I can still find you if I have any thoughts in the future." Han Fei said.

"No, no," Zhao Gangliang shook his head, "I have nothing to give to you such an expensive gift."

"If you ask you to accept it, you will accept it. You are Tiantian's friend and I am Tiantian's father. Logically speaking, I am your elder, so you have to listen to me."

Han Fei put the fan into the box and stuffed it into Zhao Gangliang's arms.

"Then it, I'll buy it for you."

Zhao Gang-ling said, "I'll buy this fan for you. 30 million. You can sell this fan to me."

"No, no, I said I'll give you it's a gift. Don't bother with me." Han Fei said, "even if it's a gift."

Zhao Gangliang smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Han, I really can't ask for it. Our family has rules and cannot take advantage of others at will."

"How do I remember the rules of your Zhao family that you are a bastard if you don't take advantage of it?" Han Fei asked.

"Forehead…"

Zhao Gang-liang touched his head awkwardly and said, "That's just the thought of the older generation. You also know that the older generation is afraid of being poor."

"I've had dinner, Dad, come here."

Han Tiantian shouted in the restaurant.
Chapter completed!