Cheng Qiaobei had been in contact with the banks but had already been rejected for loans by several of them.
The banks in Danjiang City were out of the question, so he began reaching out to banks in surrounding cities.
Rumors started spreading in the industry that Cheng Qiaobei’s cash flow was about to break, and the company was on the brink of bankruptcy.
Chen Qian reported the news to Cheng Xiangheng, and the latter’s tightly furrowed brow seed to relax a bit, "Keep a close watch on his movents lately."
Chen Qian nodded, "Okay, Mr. Cheng."
The office door closed, Cheng Xiangheng put down the docunt in his hand, pondered for a mont, and dialed Zheng Rongxi.
"Co to my office."
Cheng Siluo happened to walk into Zheng Rongxi’s office and saw her looking serious, "What’s wrong, Mom?"
Zheng Rongxi said, "The bank issue, I’m afraid your dad has found out."
Cheng Siluo was half doubting, "Impossible, we’ve kept it quite confidential."
Zheng Rongxi instructed Cheng Siluo, "Rember, no matter how angry your dad gets, do not admit that the bank matter has anything to do with us."
Cheng Siluo nodded emphatically, "Got it, Mom. Don’t worry."
"Why did you call here?" Zheng Rongxi sat calmly in front of Cheng Xiangheng, who gazed at her with deep-set eyes.
Neither spoke, and the large office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Cheng Xiangheng asked, "Don’t you have anything to say to ?"
Zheng Rongxi displayed a bewildered expression, "Say what? Why exactly did you call here?"
Cheng Xiangheng’s face suddenly darkened, his eyes glanced dangerously, "Still pretending with , huh?"
Zheng Rongxi asked cluelessly, "What on earth are you trying to say?"
There was a smack sound.
Cheng Xiangheng threw the docunt onto the desk not too lightly nor too hard, "Qiaobei’s loan was rejected, don’t say it has nothing to do with you."
Hearing this, Zheng Rongxi looked surprised, "Qiaobei’s loan was rejected? What’s he applying for a loan for?"
Her question clearly showed she was not inford.
Cheng Xiangheng did not believe her, "I know you have connections with major banks, if you say a word, it still carries weight."
". Haha..." Zheng Rongxi laughed self-mockingly, "Old Cheng, you give too much credit. What kind of world are we living in? It’s not like it used to be, a matter of one word from ? You know the banking system has reford; those people I knew have either been transferred or retired. Where are those connections anymore? Don’t pin everything on . Even if it was , I need to have that capability."
Cheng Xiangheng observed her, "Not many people know about Qiaobei’s loan application. We’ve acquired the land in Qingshan, and he’s started preparing for the Orchid Garden project. Although he left our company, if he can really make sothing happen, it would be beneficial for us. You don’t need to block his path."
Zheng Rongxi was anxious, "Old Cheng, I’ve been with you for so many years, can’t you tell when I’m being honest or lying? If I said I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it. You have to trust ."
Seeing her firm attitude, Cheng Xiangheng still didn’t drop his guard, "If it’s not you, then it’s not you. Why so agitated."
Zheng Rongxi seed genuinely upset, her chest heaving, "I must have owed the Cheng family so much; father and son both against , one doesn’t believe , the other curses behind my back."
Cheng Xiangheng frowned, "There you go again, let’s talk business at the company. Can you not mix personal feelings into it?"
Zheng Rongxi deliberately acted unreasonably, "If it were other people, I wouldn’t have a chance to mix in personal feelings. But thinking of him, I rember Ding Yuan, that bitch, destroyed my family, stole my husband. Thinking of her makes want to tear her apart."
"Alright, alright, just go back."
Cheng Xiangheng found it annoying; talking about Cheng Qiaobei always dragged in Ding Yuan. He didn’t want to ntion Ding Yuan—that woman was like a canary he had raised, but later turned into a hawk that nearly blinded him.
On the weekend, Cheng Qiaobei didn’t rest; he drove to the entrance of a residential area where a bank’s credit manager lived.
The person was from a local bank. After introducing himself, Cheng Qiaobei handed over the loan application materials. As soon as the person left, the materials were tossed into the trash can.
Cheng Qiaobei didn’t go ho; instead, he went to Lin Hanrui’s architectural design company.
Just as the car ca to a stop, his phone rang.
He stared at the number expressionlessly and only answered the call when it was about to hang up automatically.
"Hello." His voice was cold.
Cheng Xiangheng’s voice ca through the receiver, "Qiaobei, where are you?"
Cheng Qiaobei replied impatiently, "What do you want?"
Cheng Xiangheng asked, "We haven’t seen each other in a long ti; let’s have a al together."
Cheng Qiaobei chuckled coldly, "Heh... isn’t not seeing just what you want? Can you still eat when you see ?"
Cheng Xiangheng gave an address for a restaurant, "Have a al with , I’ll help you solve the bank issue."
"..."
The receiver went silent, and Cheng Qiaobei asked, "Was it you?"
Cheng Xiangheng clearly heard the displeasure in his tone and said, "You’re my son. Could it be ? Just co quickly."
He hung up first, and Cheng Qiaobei looked at the call-end prompt, remained silent for a mont, then started the car again.
Lin Hanrui saw the car stop in front, then drive away again.
He hurriedly called, "Where are you going?"
Cheng Qiaobei said, "Old Cheng has so matters to discuss with ."
When Cheng Qiaobei’s car stopped at the restaurant entrance, the person by the window went back to the table and said, "Mr. Cheng, he’s here."
Cheng Xiangheng nodded, "You go wait outside."
Chen Qian paused, "Oh... okay."
Cheng Qiaobei walked up the stairs; from afar, he saw Chen Qian standing in the corridor.
When he reached the private room, Chen Qian leaned in and said, "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng has been waiting for you."
Cheng Qiaobei glanced at him indifferently, pushed the door open, and saw the person sitting at the main seat. He chose the furthest seat to sit at.
Cheng Xiangheng raised his hand to indicate, "Co sit closer, son."
Cheng Qiaobei wasn’t used to the address, "Let’s just talk like this, I can hear you."
Cheng Xiangheng called Chen Qian, instructing him to ask the waiter to serve the food.
Cheng Qiaobei sat in the dining chair with a bored expression, "I’m not very hungry; if you have sothing to say, just say it."
"It’s alti; have a al with Dad. Look at your unwilling look," Cheng Xiangheng said, "We’ll talk after eating."
Cheng Qiaobei took out his phone to send a ssage, telling Chen Ningxi not to wait for him for dinner.
As soon as he put down the phone, Cheng Xiangheng asked, "How are things between you and Ningxi?"
Cheng Qiaobei replied, "What do you an, how? Our relationship is stable."
Cheng Xiangheng noticed he was holding back his patience and said, "Stop always treating like an enemy. I’m just asking, showing so concern."
Cheng Qiaobei stared at him warily, "How do you know I’m looking for a bank loan?"
Cheng Xiangheng sipped his tea and said, "That’s not a secret."
Cheng Qiaobei asked, "So you played tricks again? What did you do to make them all reject my loans?"
Cheng Xiangheng put down his teacup, slowly raised his head, "If I said it had nothing to do with , would you believe it?"
Cheng Qiaobei withdrew his gaze and didn’t answer.
His attitude already said it all—he didn’t believe him.
Cheng Xiangheng sighed and said, "The loan issue, it really wasn’t . But I can help you find a bank."
Cheng Qiaobei was very clear-headed; he wouldn’t help actively unless...
"What’s the catch?"
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