He closed the folder. "How much is the loan? Sorry. The higher-ups just...didn't approve it."
“Our cash flow is tight, man.
Several projects have been stuck recently.
Sorry, sorry.
A middle-level manager at HSBC spoke in a completely impeccable official tone.
Calls came in one after another.
Promises fell through one after another.
Those smiling faces.
At this moment, they have become extremely cold and distant. Capitalists? They only care about profit.
The most naked kind.
Adding icing on the cake is the norm.
A helping hand in times of need?
That's stupid.
James felt an indescribable humiliation and chill.
From the soles of the feet all the way to the top of the head.
He held the substantial mortgage bill that secured a large sum of money.
Like a lousy salesman selling inferior merchandise.
Being turned away by everyone late at night.
When a wall falls, everyone pushes it.
Today he got a taste of it.
A bleak gray tinge appeared on the horizon. It was almost dawn. James dragged his legs, which felt like they were filled with lead.
Once again back to the Jardine Matheson headquarters.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door of Newbigin's office.
Staggering steps.
Newbigin sat in a chair.
He held a cigar in his hand.
The ashtray was thick with ash.
The cigarette was not lit.
He just squeezed.
As if to draw a trace of insignificant comfort.
"How is it?" asked Newbigin.
The voice was so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
He already had a premonition.
James's expression said it all.
James' voice was as dry as sandpaper.
"……President!
"Part of it has been done."
Newbigin's eyes locked on him.
"How much?" James' lips trembled.
The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"...less than 50 million...Hong Kong dollars."
Dead silence! The only sound in the office was heavy breathing.
The air was so stagnant that water seemed to drip out.
Less than 50 million!
For a giant ship that needs to fight in the stock market and support tens of billions or even hundreds of billions of market value, this is just a small amount of money.
Not even enough to fill the gaps between teeth!
Bang! There was a loud noise.
Newbijian slammed his fist down on the hard mahogany table.
The crystal ashtray on the table bounced.
Then it landed with a thud on the thick wool carpet.
A dull thud.
The joints instantly turned red.
A burning pain shot straight to my forehead.
"Waste!" Newbijian's chest heaved violently.
His face was twisted with anger.
This anger is not just about James's incompetence.
It is especially true for those "colleagues" who watched others in danger without helping!
And this damn reality!
But he swallowed back the more unpleasant words that followed.
It wasn't James' fault. It was the timing. It was the situation.
It was these hyenas that immediately fled away as soon as they smelled the blood!
He stood up suddenly.
The huge figure brings a sense of oppression.
Grab the phone on the table.
"I'll do it myself!" Late at night.
Hong Kong Island's upper class was awakened by the shrill ringing of the telephone.
One by one, expensive landline handsets were picked up.
It conveys the "greetings" from Jardine Matheson's president, Newby, who is strong but anxious.
"John? It's me, Newbigin. Hehe. Didn't I wake you up?
...It's nothing serious.
But... there might be some minor disturbances when the market opens tomorrow.
Remind the finance department.
Prepare more positions.
Maybe... maybe an emergency response is needed. Of course. Maybe not.
It's better to be prepared. Haha." Newbijian forced his tone to sound relaxed.
It's like talking about tomorrow's weather.
He hoped to imply that Jardine Matheson still had strength.
It's just a small adjustment.
He even mentioned the attractive 10% dividend that Jardine Matheson had just announced from Landmark Group.
Try to appease the other party with this good news.
Emphasizing that Jardine Matheson has "substantial" assets sufficient for collateral.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment.
Then there was a sneer.
Coming clearly through the airwaves.
"Prepare some funds? Newbijian. We are all smart people.
Don’t beat around the bush.”
It was the voice of the boss of a British trading company.
With undisguised mockery, “What is the situation of Jardine Matheson now?
The news has gone viral outside.
London lost another 200 million US dollars.
Another Australian mine has become a bottomless pit.
Even the land was drained of blood.
What are you going to do with this emergency? Borrow money? You want us to throw cash into your failing mess? Haha."
The words were as sharp as a knife, tearing apart the dignity that Newbigin had worked so hard to maintain.
A muscle in Newbigin's face twitched.
The microphone was pinched between his fingers.
The other party's gloating tone completely ignited him.
"Enough!" he almost shouted.
She has completely lost her usual calmness and elegance.
“It’s just a temporary cash flow problem!
What do you know?
These are all rumors!
Despicable rumor!
We are Jardine..."
"Newbigin!" the other party interrupted him rudely.
The voice also rose an octave.
With the pressure of a superior. "Put away your useless roars!
Business is about real money.
It’s not an emotional card!
Jardine Matheson is the biggest risk now!
It is a pit of fire that others avoid as much as possible!
Because we're both British-owned? Ha! You can tell me honestly.
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