Yes. Are you busy at work today?
"It's alright, I have an ad shoot to do, and I'm taking a break right now." There was a whooshing sound of wind on the other end of the phone, making it a bit noisy.
"Don't push yourself too hard, you won't need to now or in the future."
Remembering what Song Ning often said, Song Jingmo would never allow her to sit in an air-conditioned office, but she didn't want to be inferior to her sister, so she had to make something of herself. Yan Xunan had seen how hard she had worked over the years.
"Really? You'll take care of me in the future?" Song Ning laughed heartily, sounding a little breathless.
Yan Xunan straightened up and imagined what Song Ning looked like at that moment.
Yes, I'll take care of you.
A few simple words were enough to mask the unrestrained laughter. Song Ning was silent for a few seconds, then changed to a completely different voice, "Xu, I am very worried about the future."
He got up and walked to the window, where he saw the figures on the twentieth floor below moving like ants, seemingly about to stop moving at any moment under the sun.
There's a place in my heart that, too, suddenly feels small and powerless.
"Xu?"
"Don't worry, I'm always here."
He hung up the phone after saying that. In his office, with the black curtains drawn, he remained silent for a few minutes before beginning a busy day of work. Nothing comes without effort.
The banking group has already taken action; he cannot remain passive.
Chapter Nine Crisis
Fuhua's situation is relatively good. This time, it's just a temporary disruption in the cash flow, and the problem isn't as serious as imagined. However, the difficulty lies in the urgency, as it's stuck at a crucial juncture.
-Song Qing
Song Qing and several senior executives from the finance department held a meeting until late at night.
"Ms. Song, most of our funds have been invested in the research lab over the past two years. The chairman has great confidence in this project, so we currently have less than 100 million yuan in liquid funds. Besides, everything is ready. Every day of delay will only make things worse for us." Minister Lei pushed up his thick glasses and looked up from the reports.
The people next to him immediately lowered their heads to study the information in their hands, and then nodded solemnly to Song Qing.
"Dad is always a steady and reliable person." Song Qing twirled the pen, shifting her gaze from the numbers.
"Yes, but this is such an important project, and we are all involved and believe it is feasible. Ms. Song, we think we should still negotiate with the banks. If one bank is willing to lend some money first, we will have time to arrange the follow-up work."
"Secretary Liu, give me the information on the other banks."
The meeting room fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of Secretary Liu searching for information audible.
"Minister Gao, you should go back first. I hope other matters at the company won't be affected, otherwise, I won't be able to handle them with my full attention."
Gao Shenglin straightened the documents and stood up, looking at Song Qing's petite figure sitting opposite him, worried about whether she had the ability to handle all of this.
"Secretary Liu, there's still some time before we leave work. Contact the banks immediately and arrange my schedule for tomorrow." Song Qing rubbed her eyes; the numbers were making her dizzy. She took out a pair of glasses from her drawer, put them on, and then looked down at the documents again.
The matter was urgent, and before leaving get off work, Secretary Liu immediately took out the contact list and started making calls, her tone extremely respectful.
"Yes, our chairman wants to schedule a time with President Zhou. Yes, tomorrow."
"What? There are already arrangements? But..."
"Okay, I hope you can confirm with Mr. Zhou again. I'll wait for your news."
Secretary Liu had no time to mourn the phone call; he immediately dialed Jinhui Bank.
"What? President Xia has already gone abroad? When will he be back?"
Secretary Liu's tone already showed signs of impatience.
Song Qing, her face grim, turned and left the office, heading up to the rooftop. It was sunset, everything bathed in golden light, twilight painting the earth.
She stared blankly for a while, then took out her phone.
"Auntie, I think... I can't come back for the time being."
Song Keren immediately thought of her older brother and asked anxiously, "Qing'er, is it your father...?"
"No, no. Aunt, he's fine, he just has some things at the company that I need to take care of." She interrupted immediately.
"oh."
"Okay, don't worry, I can handle it." Song Qingqiang smiled.
Song Keren hesitated before hanging up the phone, guessing that this matter must be serious. This child was always calm in handling matters, and she would never have made this call if it wasn't thorny.
After thinking for a moment, she called Wu Peng, the general manager of Linchuan Haotian.
Just as Song Qing hung up the phone, Secretary Liu rushed up, panting, and handed her a note. "Miss, only Mr. Yi from the bank can spare the time tomorrow."
She accepted it with a puzzled look. Shouldn't the person she was least likely to meet be the bank?
"when?"
His secretary left his phone number and said that you should contact him.
"Okay, I understand. Secretary Liu, you can go home now. There's a lot to do tomorrow, and you'll need to take care of things internally at the company." She couldn't immediately pinpoint the reason, but her intuition told her that this matter wasn't so simple.
She stared blankly at the number on the small piece of paper, her thoughts wandering, but there was no point in thinking about it anymore.