Chapter 39 Yuan Hao

Han went downstairs carrying a canvas bag, and Yuan Hao followed her, occasionally reminding her to be careful on the stairs.

After going downstairs, Yuan Hao walked her to the front hall and opened the glass revolving door for her in a very gentlemanly manner.

When the two men walked to the door of the bank, Yuan Hao straightened his back, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, buttoned the second to last button of his suit, straightened his back, looked at the street corner with a solemn expression, and no longer paid attention to Han Que's waving goodbye.

A black Maybach slowly drove up and stopped in the parking area in front of the bank. Han had already walked a short distance and glanced back. He felt that the license plate number looked familiar, but he only glanced at it for a moment before turning around and walking away.

Yuan Hao quickly stepped forward, opened the car door, held the roof with one hand, and respectfully greeted the occupants as they got out of the car: "Hello, Mr. Gu."

Gu Ningwei got out of the car, paused slightly, turned his head to look at the familiar figure on the sidewalk, and squinted his eyes. He had noticed that figure in the car just now, but he was a little confused.

Yuan Hao followed his gaze and saw Han walking slowly in the green shade of the trees, with a beautiful back and slow steps.

He pursed his lips and wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to speak rashly, so he could only pay attention secretly.

Gu Ningwei stared at Yuan Hao's profile for a long moment before looking away. He smiled and greeted him, then slowly followed him up the marble steps. As he walked, he lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to Han Que: "I just saw you vaguely. It's been a while, I didn't recognize you."

After sending the WeChat message, he put his phone away in his pocket, went upstairs, and entered the meeting room for VIP clients. He sat down on the sofa familiarly, unbuttoned the hem of his suit, and leaned back comfortably.

Yuan Hao hurriedly asked someone to make him some tea. "We have a new batch of West Lake Longjing tea from the Mingqian production area. It's from the official Longjing Village production area. Mr. Gu, would you like to try it?"

Gu Ningwei waved his hand indifferently, "Whatever, I'm fine with it."

Yuan Hao said, "Then I'll make some tea for you to try." Then he went to the tea room to make tea.

Gu Ningwei sat on the sofa, stretched out his legs, and looked relaxed.

His eyes rested on the disposable paper cup on the coffee table. There was a half-drunk cup of boiled water, and there were faint traces of lipstick on the rim of the cup.

He picked up the paper cup, gently stroked the rim of the cup with his fingers, and put it back.

Yuan Hao personally held the glass, and the tender buds of West Lake Longjing tea leaves were floating in the water, fresh and tender.

"Mr. Gu, please try it. This is the real product of Longjing Village, not the Longjing tea from Shishan. The taste is different." He placed the teacup in front of Gu Ningwei and picked up the paper cups on the coffee table.

"Hey, I'll go downstairs to pick you up. No one is picking up the trash. Sorry." Yuan Hao saw Gu Ningwei paying attention to the paper cup and thought he was disgusted, so he quickly explained.

"Yeah, it's okay." Gu Ningwei picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes, blew on the tender buds of tea leaves, and lowered his head to drink water.

Yuan Hao sat on the sofa opposite Gu Ningwei, leaning slightly forward, clasping his hands, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Gu Ningwei glanced at him, put down the cup, smiled faintly, and asked casually: "Have you completed the tasks for this quarter?"

Yuan Hao looked embarrassed, his face slightly flushed, and he said flattering words, "Hey, Mr. Gu really has a keen eye and is very perceptive. You saw it at a glance..."

Gu Ningwei asked, "How much difference?"

Yuan Hao gave a number.

Gu Ningwei nodded and thought for a moment. He picked up his phone and called his financial advisor, asking him to transfer the money to Yuan Hao's bank account.

Then he asked Yuan Hao, "Is that enough?"

Yuan Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly to express his gratitude. After dealing with rich people for a long time, he understood the principle of knowing when to quit.

Gu Ningwei waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's no big deal. It's just saving money anyway. It doesn't matter where you put it." After saying that, he looked at his phone again. There was no reply to the WeChat message he sent. He frowned and looked a little absent-minded.

How could Han know Yuan Hao? What did she want from Yuan Hao? Yuan Hao, the key account manager, did not serve ordinary VIP customers. Private bank deposits below 10 million were not within his service scope.

How could Han have such a large deposit? He remained silent, deep in thought.

Yuan Hao stared at Gu Ningwei quietly. He was a very smart man who could read people's expressions. He had already seen something unusual in the glance just now.

However, when serving this type of customer, the most important thing is not enthusiasm but knowing how to strike a balance. Even if you want to provide value-added services, you must choose the right time.

Gu Ningwei was in a good mood today. After finishing the formalities, he did not leave immediately as usual, but sat there and chatted leisurely with Yuan Hao.

They talked about the economic situation and recent financial information for a while. Yuan Hao provided some internal bank policy information, but Gu Ningwei was not very interested. Instead, he asked about his work pressure.

Yuan Hao knew what was going on, so he was cautious and went around in circles. "I really want to thank you, Mr. Gu, for your support. Banks are really tight-lipped these days. Not only are all kinds of assessment indicators getting higher and higher, but the compliance threshold is also getting higher and higher. Some businesses are obviously possible, but if the process is not correct, they can't be done. Just like the customer you saw at the door just now, she clearly has a real need, and according to the salary flow she provided, she has the ability to repay. But because she has no collateral or guarantor, our bank's review is likely to fail."

He sighed, spread his hands, and said regretfully, "She really needs money urgently. She has already contacted several banks and has run out of options. That's why she asked me to help her find a solution. I want to help her, but it's difficult."

Gu Ningwei frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked casually, "Oh, what's going on?"

"I don't know the specifics." Yuan Hao shook his head slightly. "He said he borrowed money from relatives before, and now he's being pressed to pay it back. He can't come up with that much money right now, so he wants to take out a loan to pay it back."

Gu Ningwei hummed softly, lowered his head to drink his tea, expressionless, and asked, "Is it a lot?"

Yuan Hao was stunned for a moment before he realized, "Are you asking about the loan amount?"

Gu Ningwei nodded.

Yuan Hao smiled and said, "It depends on who it is for. If it were an ordinary customer of mine, it would definitely be a drizzle, a small amount, but for an ordinary working-class person like her, she really may not be able to come up with it in a short time."

Gu Ningwei nodded in agreement, looking thoughtful.

Seeing this, Yuan Hao added, "She's a good friend of my mother's resident doctor. Originally, because of this relationship, I really wanted to help, and she really does need funds. However, according to our bank's regulations, it's a bit difficult, at least not quickly."

He glanced at Gu Ningwei and shrugged.

At night, resident doctor Fang Jiayan was on duty again. She honestly inspected every ward as required by the director.

Arriving at bed 35, Fang Jiayan met Yuan Hao, who had come to accompany her mother. She nodded and said to him with a smile, "The operation was very successful. She can get up and move around tomorrow. Even if she's lying down, you should help her move her legs more to prevent blood clots."

Yuan Hao nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, Doctor Fang, thanks to Doctor Fang for your careful care."

Fang Jiayan smiled and said, "You're welcome. Our director is a nationally renowned expert. Don't worry, he'll be the lead surgeon."

As she spoke, she checked the wound again, gave a few instructions, and turned to leave. Yuan Hao called her from behind and looked at her, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Fang Jiayan knew what was going on and said, "If the family members have any further questions, please come to the doctor's office to see me later. I'll go to the ward rounds first."

After Fang Jiayan finished her ward rounds and registered the round records in the management system, she heard a knock on the door. She looked up and saw Yuan Hao, holding a "Hey Tea" bag in his hand. He smiled and said, "Doctor Fang, you've been working so hard. I just went downstairs to buy some fruit and bought you a cup of milk tea."

Fang Jiayan smiled and put down the mouse in her hand. "You are too polite. This is not very nice."

"Hey, it's just a cup of milk tea." Yuan Hao placed the tea on her desk. "I'm busy at work, and there's no one to take care of my mother. Thank you for your concern. This little token of appreciation is nothing."

Fang Jiayan said readily, "Thank you."

Yuan Hao asked a few more questions about the precautions after the operation, and finally said casually, "By the way, Dr. Fang, your friend came today. I talked to her and it might be a little difficult, so I told you in advance, please understand."

Fang Jiayan was stunned for a moment, then she sighed deeply, nodded and said, "It's okay, I understand."

After saying that, she lowered her eyes, took the disinfectant tissue on the table and carefully wiped the dust off the table, her movements slow as she thought about something.

Yuan Hao looked at her lowered chin, which was pointed and had a pitiful loneliness. He felt something in his heart and did not leave, but stood there in silence.

Fang Jiayan was silent for a moment before she looked up and smiled, "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Let's just do what we have to do. Thank you for your trouble."

Yuan Hao waved his hand. "You're welcome. I wasn't able to help..." He pondered for a moment, then carefully asked, "I want to ask something I shouldn't ask. Does your friend know Gu Ningwei, the son of Chengguang Group's chairman?"

"Chengguang Group?" Fang Jiayan frowned. "The Chengguang Group that sells houses?"

Yuan Hao nodded.

Fang Jiayan hadn't heard Han Que mention this before. She thought for a moment, "I'm not sure if Han Que knows him, but even if he does, what's the use? Can she borrow money from him?" She snorted and shook her head, denying it herself. "That's impossible. They're not even related. How could he possibly lend her money?"

Yuan Hao just smiled and said nothing.

Fang Jiayan knew what he was thinking. She looked up to meet his gaze and said seriously, "Han Que is not that kind of person."

Yuan Hao glanced at her, smiled, and teased her: "What kind of person do you think I'm talking about, Doctor Fang?"

Fang Jiayan was speechless for a moment. Yuan Hao didn't say anything, but it seemed like he had said something from his words.

Yuan Hao looked at her serious and tense face, softened his voice, and said gently, "What I mean is that if she knows Mr. Gu, she can talk to him and ask him to be a guarantor. In this way, things will be much easier."

Fang Jiayan thought about it and shook her head again: "I don't think it's feasible. Let's not talk about whether the other party is willing or not. Let Han Que go and negotiate. If the negotiation is successful, how will she repay the favor then?"

She couldn't figure it out.

Yuan Hao put his hands in his pockets, looked down at the ground, a smile still on his face.

This Dr. Xiao Fang is really a simple woman.

He said softly, "Why don't we stop speculating? Talk to your friend first and let her decide whether or not to do this. We're just offering suggestions for reference."