No matter how good the relationship is between individuals or organizations, when it comes to corporate loans, they will not agree unless it is absolutely necessary.
Some old comrades who have known each other for many years would rather empty their own homes than lend a house to the other party for public purposes.
H County has a population of over 100,000 people and a poverty rate of over 80 percent. There are no mines or factories in the county, and it lacks water and roads. It is a place so poor that people are bleeding.
Who will lend money to this county?
Isn't that just using money to fill a bottomless pit?
But the person who came to borrow money was Zhang Hongcheng...
Several people from the finance offices of the ministries and commissions politely invited Xiao Zhang in with smiles on their faces, and then politely sent him out.
If you want the Ministry of Agriculture, the Ministry of Commerce, and the Ministry of Transport to take the initiative to lend money to the counties under them, it would be impossible under normal circumstances.
But Zhang Hongcheng borrowed 200,000 yuan from each of these three ministries and commissions, and the procedures were completed very smoothly.
The Ministry of Commerce, in particular, even privately complained to Xiao Zhang why he only borrowed such a small amount. He was so stingy!
Zhang Hongcheng was strolling to his doorstep with the approval slip in his hand when he was stopped by Director Liu from Xiarun Company's Beijing office.
"Xiao Zhang, how can you be so dishonest? Have you forgotten all about our company and your relationship when you were in Hong Kong?"
"Don't bother explaining. We still have over 600,000 yuan in our Beijing office account. You can borrow it!"
"If you think our relationship isn't deep enough, then lend me less. If you think our relationship is strong enough, I'd be embarrassed if you left me even a penny!"
Zhang Hongcheng, feeling both amused and helpless, could only nod and agree to the new loan of 630,000 yuan.
Old Liu left satisfied, but Director Qi from the Heilongjiang Province Agricultural Reclamation Office in Beijing came to his door again in a rage.
"Xiao Zhang, you can't do anything bad! You came from our regiment!!!"
"That's not the case," Zhang Hongcheng explained, feeling both amused and annoyed. "You know where I'm going. It's awfully poor!"
"Don't be so long-winded. Do you want the senior leaders in Northeast China to call you personally to beg you? Hmm!!!"
Zhang Hongcheng returned to Prince Gong's Mansion shaking his head with a pile of loan documents in his hand. When he looked up, he saw Chu Miaohong standing on the steps, looking at him with a smile.
"It's so hot, why don't you stay inside?"
Chu Miaohong glared at him unhappily.
"You're finally back. The phone at home is ringing non-stop. There are calls to Shanghai, Huacheng, and even international calls to Hong Kong Island."
"Hehehe, they all think you're the God of Wealth!"
Zhang Hongcheng let out a long sigh in a pretentious manner.
"Oh, that's too bullying!"
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