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Chapter 1507 The person who wants to pay
In the financial department of Mishell Electronics, many people gathered early in the morning.

These people are all wearing leather clothes, with handbags under their limbs, and some even have gold rings on their hands, giving people the feeling of five people and six people.

And these gathered people basically knew each other, so the scene in the finance department was quite lively.

"Old Sun, how are you doing recently?"

"Hehe, it's still the same. Alas, I wanted to increase some production capacity a while ago, but Mishell Electronics is dragging our payment. There is no way but to grit our teeth, let alone expand."

"Am I worse than you? Well, I already owe the workers two months' wages."

Amidst the various conversations and crying, some people would even smile knowingly.

Wei Zhifeng stood in the crowd, familiar people kept saying hello to him, and someone even took him to a place where no one was around, and asked softly: "Old Wei, is it true that Mike Electronics really has no money?" '

"Old Wei, can we get the money this time?"

Regarding these questions, Wei Zhifeng just smiled and shied away.

It's not that he doesn't want to answer, but he really doesn't know how to answer such a question.

Facing the disdainful eyes of those friends, he regretted coming here.

It will take one month for my first payment to be paid.

Originally, he was very stable in his heart, but with more and more news about the failure of Mishell Electronics, he finally couldn't help but follow.

In fact, before coming here, he wanted to call his cousin Cheng Zhenyuan again and again, but in the end he held back.

He knew Cheng Zhenyuan in his heart. As the general manager of Mishell Electronics, this cousin always puts Mishell Electronics first.

If others can ask for the money, I will follow suit.

If everyone else was waiting, he waited too.

For him, this is not a problem!

"Old Wei, let's have two drinks after asking for money?" A chubby man came to Wei Zhifeng's side with a smile.

The man who spoke was not tall, but he gave off a pleasant smile.

Wei Zhifeng knew that this person made packing cartons for Mishell Electronics' products, and his surname was Jiang. As for his name, Wei Zhifeng didn't know.

Now people take the initiative to greet him, although Wei Zhifeng is not familiar with him, he can only smile and say: "Director Jiang, I have wanted to have a drink with you for a long time, how about this, this time I invite you."

"Turn around, Director Jiang, please invite me again."

Factory Manager Jiang laughed loudly and said, "Old Wei, when it comes to us, it doesn't matter who treats guests."

"We don't lack these two moneys. What we lack is the money inside."

While speaking, Director Jiang pointed his fingers towards the closed door of the finance department.

Although Wei Zhifeng knew that Director Jiang told him these things for a purpose, but he had to admit that what Director Jiang said was also reasonable.

These little bosses, although they can't be said to be rich, but treating guests to dinner is really not the slightest difficulty for them.

Knowing that Factory Manager Jiang is looking for him, it should be for the payment for the goods, so he just laughed at what Factory Manager Jiang said, but didn't speak.

Director Jiang looked at the smiling Wei Zhifeng, and was not discouraged, but said with a smile: "Old Wei, how much money have you pressed on the side of Mike Electronics?"

Wei Zhifeng was able to answer this question, so he smiled and said, "It's not too much, it's about half a million!"

"Half a million is not much, Lao Weiqian is really rich!"

"Let me tell you, if I bet more than 50 yuan, I'm afraid I'm going to hang myself."

At this point, Director Jiang said again: "Oh, you are different from me. Your boss Wei has someone in MiKe Electronics." "The reason is that there are people in the court who want to be officials, and there are people in the court who want money."

"With your cousin Cheng always here, everything is no problem for you."

Hearing the obviously jealous words, Wei Zhifeng said: "Old Jiang, there is something wrong with what you said."

"My cousin treats everyone equally."

"If he took care of me, I wouldn't come here."

Factory Manager Jiang glanced at Wei Zhifeng, and then said with emotion: "Yes, if your cousin takes care of you, you really don't need to come."

"Manager Qiu from the financial department of Rice Shell Electronics, that was picked up by your cousin. She will definitely send the money directly to your home."

Speaking of this, the director Jiang continued: "Old Wei, my money is not yet due."

"But I don't know what to do!"

"Do you know that the fab built by Mishell Electronics will cost [-] million U.S. dollars for the optical equipment this time?"

Speaking of this, the man's voice became more and more excited: "One hundred million is still a dollar. Do you know how much it is?"

"I had dinner with a relative from the bank a while ago, and he said that the arrangement has been made, and Mishell Electronics' loans will not be supported for the time being."

"Tsk tsk, the banks are scared!"

While talking, the chubby factory manager Jiang shook his head and walked forward to greet a friend.

And Wei Zhifeng looked at the departing factory manager Jiang, and thoughts in his mind surged rapidly.

Can you believe the words of this director Jiang?
But if you don't believe it, what he said seems to be true.

One hundred million dollars?

That's seven or eight billion!
Even if Rice Shell Electronics can make money, can the current Rice Shell Electronics pay the seven or eight billion yuan?
And if he can't get it out, Shen Lin will definitely not pay back the payment!

At that time, how will he pay wages and reproduce.

"I want money before it's due. In the past, I paid the money and delivered the goods. Now I have delivered the goods to Mishell Electronics for two months, but they still haven't paid for the goods. I don't agree."

"I can only rest assured that Mishell Electronics has paid for the goods."

The person who spoke was a thin middle-aged man, his face was a little dark, and when he spoke, he waved his palm heavily.

Wei Zhifeng's already hard-to-calm heart became even more enthusiastic when he heard such words.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was the money, he should get it in his hand first.

Just when Wei Zhifeng made up his mind, more and more people gathered around the financial department of Mishell Electronics, and some people shouted loudly: "The debts are paid, and Mishell Electronics wants our products. Why don't you give us money."

"No matter how powerful Shen Lin is, he still has to give money when it's time to pay."

In this messy situation, someone said: "The door is open."

Following the sound, the closed big iron gate was opened, and more than a dozen security guards of Mike Electronics quickly blocked the door of the finance department, and then said in a deep voice: "Everyone, be quiet, come one by one."

"Our President Cheng said that as long as it is the payment that we Mishell Electronics should pay, we will definitely not keep everyone waiting. Please come in one by one."

Wei Zhifeng, who heard this, was about to wait a while, but he heard the human voice: "Everyone, don't listen to their nonsense, let's find them to exchange together and reason with them."

Accompanied by these words, Wei Zhifeng felt his body being pushed towards the gate of the finance department.

(End of this chapter)