Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 517 Chapter 529

Emotionally suppressed on the verge of rage, as the president of the Commonwealth Bank of Los Angeles, Smith arrogantly flicked his cigar in the ashtray, and then said to Song Zhichao in a sneering tone: "Dear Mr. Song Zhichao, I don't know what to give It took your great courage to provoke us with such unreasonable language, but one thing I can be sure of, now, including me, the thirteen senior officials of the Commonwealth Bank are all very angry, all very angry--so Say, the consequences are serious!"

Fairman followed Smith's words, staring at Song Zhichao and said: "Did you hear that, dear Song, you have successfully annoyed our dear President Smith -- tell me, what makes you so bold, can it be that other than our Federation Besides the bank, is there any other bank that dares to give you a loan? 30 billion, this is not a small amount!" The tone was sarcasm and sarcasm.

Indeed, in the eyes of everyone at the Commonwealth Bank, there should not be many people in Los Angeles who dare to lend 30 billion to the Chinese.

Faced with the sarcasm and doubts from Smith, Fehrman and others, Song Zhichao's mouth turned up slightly: "It is true that few banks are willing to lend such a large loan, but there is a saying in China that goes, "Wealth and wealth are found in insurance. If a bank wants to have performance but is afraid of taking risks, how can I do it—not to mention..." Song Zhichao glanced at Hun Sen beside him, and said: "What's more, besides our Song company, there is Hong Sen in Los Angeles. The group is willing to help me as a guarantee, plus we will formally mortgage the acquisition of Colombia, it can be said that under these triple protections, the loan risk has been minimized this time!"

"Do you know what the lowest risk means?" Song Zhichao glanced at Smith and the others with a playful expression.

For some reason, Smith and the others felt like they were being regarded as idiots in Song Zhichao's eyes—God, they are all elites!

"It means that many big banks will take the initiative to come to me and give me loans! Do you believe this?" Song Zhichao said to Smith and others in a gothic and magical tone.

Smith: "..."

Fairman: "..."

There are others: "..."

Feeling very confused.

Finally, it was Smith who came to his senses first. He laughed and said, "That sounds good, dear Song! What you said is really sweet and sounds good. I almost believed it."

"Yes, you are right. Under these triple protections, it seems that there will be many banks lending to you——but, this is just your mouth, you know, you are a Chinese !"

Smith deliberately put the word "Chinese" very strongly.

"Oh god, please forgive me, I'm not the kind of racist person, but there are not many people like me in the United States, especially those who are in charge of banking, they are the masters who watch people cook , Yellow-skinned and black-eyed people like you, they tend to put your loan quota at the bottom—even worse than black people.”

"Oh my God, I said the wrong thing, I just said it, I'm not the kind of person who is racist and prejudiced - but I'm speaking the truth - the fact is that you are the most hated mouth in the US loan industry. The kind you welcome!"

"So..." Smith stood up, put the thumb of his left hand in the pocket of his vest, and pointed his other hand at Song Zhichao's chest, and said, "So, dear Mr. Erman has a very good relationship with that John Hong. If Mr. John Hong was not a city councilor in Los Angeles, I’m afraid you wouldn’t even see us. One last word to you, here, in Los Angeles, apart from us, You will never find another support! Yes, not and never will!"

Facing Smith's rude and arrogant counterattack, Song Zhichao still looked very calm. He walked over to Smith, then pushed back the finger that Smith pointed at himself with his hand, and said with a smile: "Smith, do you dare to bet?" ?”

Smith sneered: "What bet?"

"Bet I walk out of this meeting room, you will take the initiative to call me."

"Hahaha, is it possible? Honey, are you still dreaming and haven't woken up yet?" Smith sarcastically.

Song Zhichao didn't speak, shrugged his shoulders, then turned around and said to the people around him: "Okay, since we've talked so much and there's no result, let's go and meet our new friends!"

Whoa!
Those who followed Song Zhichao, including Master Hong and others, all got up and prepared to leave.

Seeing Song Zhichao's "pretentious" appearance, Smith sneered, and said to Fairman in a low voice: "Look, these guys who really know how to act are so realistic, I almost believe it—I believe they will come to me!" A crit, let me know how powerful they are and how important they are!"

Here, Song Zhichao opened his arms and asked Jin Jiu to help him put on his coat. Robertson, Bi Wenfeng, Qi Wanda and the others were busy packing their things, especially those materials and documents.

Smith bit his big cigar, squinted his eyes, and sat back on the boss's chair, squinting at Song Zhichao through the puff of smoke.

"Let's go, dear Mr. Smith, thank you for taking your precious time—thank you!" Song Zhichao politely nodded at Smith and the others, then turned and walked out of the conference room.

Smith looked at them and sneered.

At this time, Secretary Smith's phone rang next to him.

After he answered the phone, he looked weird, and immediately handed it to Smith who was looking at Song Zhichao and sneered.

Smith didn't take it seriously, took the phone and listened to a few casual words, and then his face changed, becoming very weird and ugly.

Suddenly, Smith told the people around him, "Quick, stop Song! Stop him!"

Fellman and the others didn't know what happened, and they looked shocked.At this time, Smith had already jumped up from his chair, rushed towards the door like the wind, and shouted: "Dear Song, please stay!"

Fairman and the others looked at each other, really not understanding what happened.

They finally came to their senses, and before they had time to chase Smith, they hurriedly asked the secretary who handed over the phone what was going on.

The secretary directly opened the curtains of the meeting room window and said, "Please take a look——"

Full of suspicion, Fellman and the others looked down the window and saw several high-end cars parked under the Federal Bank.

Fairman and the others: "..."

I still don't understand.

The secretary had no choice but to say: "Those three luxury cars are the cars of the president of Citibank, Morgan Bank, and Wells Fargo—well, they are here to pick up Song Zhichao!"

"What?" Fairman and the others immediately stared wide-eyed.

Only then did they understand why Smith rushed out in such a hurry.

The three major banks in the United States came to poach the wall, can he not be in a hurry?

(End of this chapter)