The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Upon hearing this, Jin Qi suddenly realized that he seemed to be asking for trouble.

There is nothing wrong with trying to secure resources for the Panpan branch and realize computerized office work.

But now that Director Song is away, Gao Fei is going to the headquarters for further study, and he is temporarily taking over, wouldn't the resources he obtained become a shackle around his neck?

After the computers were in place, the boss checked the financial work and found that it was still the same as before.

Don’t you have to settle accounts with yourself?

Oops, I was careless!

But there is no turning back when the bow is drawn.

Since the request has been made by the boss, it cannot be taken back.

I can only try my best to discuss with Sister Jiang how to make good use of the computer I applied for on impulse.

So Jin Qi walked back while thinking about how to deceive him.

Here Xiao Tong also walked out of the boss's office with relief, his eyes becoming firmer.

You can really learn a lot of new things by following your boss.

Near the end of the day.

The subordinate walked into Zhen Xin's office, solemnly handed over a piece of information and said: "Zhen Xing, this is the latest information about Wu Yuan."

Upon hearing that it was Wu Yuan, Zhen Xin, who was immersed in Wenshan meetings, immediately threw away the pen and paper.

He took the information and scanned it with lightning-like eyes.

After scanning, Zhen Xin said in shock: "The founder and boss of Panpan Furniture? The founder and boss of Tengda Company?"

"And he is married, and his lover is the founder and factory director of Furong Clothing Lane?"

This is the only information I have at hand.

Even so, Zhen Xin was still shocked.

"Are you sure this information is accurate?"

Zhen Xin was astonished and couldn't figure it out at least a little.

Now that Boss Wu is a married man, what is the old classmate Yan Ruqing planning?

Is it possible that he really just wants to be a younger brother?

Zhen Xin went through the information at hand carefully, and then returned to the content of the information itself and said: "Just relying on Panpan Furniture's brand name, it is not difficult to get a loan of 200 million."

"What's more, he still has his lover's Furong Clothing Factory?"

While puzzled, Zhen Xin turned over the materials at hand and murmured: "This boss Wu has more chips than we imagined."

"But why is he so secretive? This is actually very detrimental to our bank's assessment and trust of his qualifications."

The subordinates were silent, unable to take up the issue.

Until Zhen Xin's impatient tone came: "Say something, don't be bored."

The subordinate had to say more respectfully: "I heard that these materials alone are still not everything Boss Wu has."

"But there are some more contents that are not easy to check. For example, this boss Wu is very famous in Shanghai's financial circle. It is said that he was the first to speculate in treasury bonds and became a millionaire. I made a lot of money from my actions..."

Hearing this, Zhen Xin interrupted directly: "When did you start speculating in treasury bonds? How many times and what kind of transactions were made, how much was made specifically, and in what situation were the assets held?"

This series of questions confused the subordinates.

In fact, subordinates heard this from various channels.

It is precisely because it cannot be verified that it does not end up on the end of the paper and becomes information.

Unable to answer this question, the subordinate had no choice but to change the topic again: "I heard that the amount of money provided by HSBC Shanghai to Tenda was not guaranteed by the company controlled by Miss Yan, but by another investment company."

Zhen Xin asked: "What investment company? What is its origin and what is its asset size?"

The subordinates were silent again.

Zhen Xin became more and more impatient at the silence. She patted the few thin documents and said, "Hurry up and check it out!"

The subordinate quickly said: "Okay, I will check it right away!".

Before he could finish speaking, he ran out as if running away.

Zhen Xin gradually calmed down, picked up the documents again, and scanned them lightly.

Then he picked up the phone, held it to his ear, and started making calls.

Fortunately, hard work pays off.

I made five phone calls in a jumble of twists and turns.

Zhen Xin finally found a connection with HSBC Shanghai.

When the call was dialed, he said politely and straight to the point: "Hello, Linda. I am Ms. Zhen, a friend introduced by Mr. Lin."

Linda's voice on the other end of the phone said with a Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent: "Oh, Zhen Xing, hello."

"That's right, our bank is currently reviewing the qualifications of a loan..."

In a business-oriented tone, Zhen Xin asked her question half-truthfully.

But as a veteran in the banking industry, Linda is not easily fooled.

Only because of the intermediary relationship, Linda made an exception and revealed something: "Zhen Xing, I can only say that the amount approved by my department, the guarantee qualifications and the guarantor are different from yours."

"The specific information is stored in the headquarters, and I don't know much here. But the rating given by the headquarters is very high. We must attach great importance to it and treat it positively..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhen Xin couldn't help but take a long breath.

Good guy, what is the origin of this unassuming Boss Wu?

Why is the background so profound?

Thinking of this, Zhen Xin's doubts about Yan Ruqing's advice were gone.

But he still couldn't suppress his curiosity.

Touching the newspaper folder at hand, there was a series of reports on the Asian Games Village project in the past few days.

There are those who are negative, and there are those who are optimistic.

No matter what, the heat remains unabated.

Many people also became curious.

Today, when units are divided into apartments and private apartment exchanges are popular, the thousands of apartments in the Asian Games Village have entered the market as commercial housing. Who are they going to sell them to?

Sold to free laborers without units?

But then again, what can free laborers do to buy such expensive commercial housing?

And it's still in such a remote location on the North Fourth Ring Road.

A typical urban-suburban junction.

This is simply an unsolvable situation!

Zhen Xin didn't dare to think about it in detail.

While Zhen Xin was studying Wu Yuan, Wu Yuan wandered from the Tengda branch to the small building where the office was.

Just one day's work.

Pan Mazi has already led people to settle here, making it a mess.

Although Wu Yuan had long been accustomed to the chaotic atmosphere in the circle of big men, he still couldn't help but cough a few times when he returned to this environment.

Pan Mazi, who had his legs crossed, stood up quickly and gave him a cigarette.

Wu Yuan waved his hand and pushed it away: "Open the window and get some tea to moisten your throat."

Pan Mazi agreed with Wu Yuan, but used his eyes to signal Li Hongzhong to do these things.

Li Hongzhong opened the window, then picked up the teapot and went out to find water.

Wu Yuan finally found a clean spot on the messy sofa and sat down.

But he still couldn't lean back on the chair and cross his legs as he pleased.

With a look of disgust on his face, he couldn't help but ask earnestly: "Old Pan, weren't Tengda and Panpan like this when they were handed over to you? Why did they turn into a pig's nest after two days?"