Old Maozi let out a moan, followed by a cacophony of noises coming through the phone.
"Mr. Smith, what's wrong?"
"The general manager has fainted, call an ambulance quick!"
...…
Liu Guolin hung up the phone in a daze, her eyes empty, on the verge of tears.
She bowed her head and stammered, "President Su, Mr. Smith has fainted."
Su Yinxue nodded, her face expressionless.
Yang Fei chuckled, "Who would have thought that this foreigner's nerves could be so fragile."
"If he had to face a crisis as severe as Yalan International's, he wouldn't have survived, would he?"
Liu Guolin mustered up courage.
"Director Yang, I admit that what Yingxia Bank did before wasn't very kind. Please give us a chance to make amends."
"How about this, I've promised President Su that Yingxia Bank will continue to provide Yalan International with a loan of no less than ten billion."
"I only hope that Yalan International will continue to cooperate with our Yingxia Bank."
Yang Fei chuckled again.
