If the land can be auctioned off to pay off the loan, then just go through the judicial process. Why did Cui Hao insist on suspending himself to collect loans for such a simple matter? Is it to give himself some color, or to show his authority as the general manager?
Maybe it's all possible, Li Ji thought to himself. If so, it was just a false alarm, and Li Ji would be relieved. Looking back, I realize that I am too serious about doing things and can easily offend others. Wan Cheng had talked about him many times before when he was here.
But the situation is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Li Ji may have inherited his father's temperament of accepting death and being inactive.
Before Li Ji graduated from university, his father passed away. This also became a regret that he could not make up for in his life.
Li Ji's father was the mayor of a town in the eastern mountainous area of Fengcheng during his lifetime.
He is an honest man, has strong work ability, is not partial to personal interests, and is selfless. He has an excellent reputation, but he has offended many people because of this.
Until his death, several of his subordinates became the heads of this department and that department in the city, and he was still the mayor.
My mother has said many times that Li Ji should not imitate his father. He is a lump in the tree and always offends others. I'm getting married next year, and I need to change my temper. After Qing collects the loan, he must find a way to improve his relationship with Cui Hao.
Having made up his mind, Li Ji felt relaxed. But there was still one thing lingering in his mind, lingering, making Li Ji uneasy.
What happened to that personal guarantee document? Who forced him to come in? And for what?
Li Ji couldn't understand.
He picked up the copy of the ID card and looked at it carefully. The copy was very clear, but Li Ji could tell at a glance that it was a secondary copy, with some faint scratches on it.
A copy of your ID card is found in many archives, so it is not difficult to find it. But that person's seal was well kept, so why did it end up on the guarantee document?
The seal was folded to verify that it was indeed his own, not a secretly engraved seal.
For a moment, Li Ji was confused.
After lunch, Li Ji didn't even take a nap. He looked over and over at the pile of credit information. Sometimes I feel relieved, and sometimes I feel nervous. I feel a kind of worry about gains and losses, which is always difficult to get rid of.
Before I knew it, it was time to go to work. Xiao Zhu walked in with a sad face, and said angrily: "Mr. Li, I went up to ask for a car, but they said that all the cars were out."
When people leave, the tea is cool. But before Li Jiren left, the tea was already cold.
"If you don't have a car, you don't have a car," Li Ji waved his hand, "Go to the administration department and see if they have any cars."
Xiao Zhu turned around and took two steps, then stepped back. He walked up to Li Ji, pressed his hands on the table, leaned down, and lowered his voice: "Boss, I heard those people above secretly said that Mr. Cui told us in private that even if he has a car, he won't let us use it."
Li Ji said "Ah", smiled faintly, and changed his mind: "Forget it, don't go to the administrative department. Let's call a taxi."
The three of them went downstairs. When I met several colleagues, I always said hello silently, but I lost all the excitement I had yesterday.
Li Ji didn't care either. The three of them quickly got on the bus, and more than twenty minutes later, they were standing downstairs at the Marriott Building.
In the afternoon sunshine, the Marriott Building still stood as before, and the four golden characters were still spectacular, but Li Ji felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Looking at the top of the tall building, Li Ji couldn't imagine what kind of struggle Wan Cheng would have had before his death, or what could have made him give up on his life.
"Boss, let's go up?" Xiao Zhu asked hurriedly when he saw Li Ji standing still.
"Okay, go up." Li Ji finally came back to his senses, patted Xiao Zhu on the shoulder, and the three of them walked into the building one after another.
Xiao Zhang is obviously a regular customer here. He told the doorman and led Li Ji and Xiao Zhu directly into the elevator without even registering.
The financing department is on the 18th floor. Xiao Zhang asked the financing manager with whom he had frequent contact and said that Mr. Zhu was in a meeting and asked them to wait in the conference room.
The head of the financing department is Zhu Cong, Wan Cheng's brother-in-law. Wan Cheng's wife is Zhu Hui, who was Wan Cheng's neighbor when he was a child. These two people are very familiar with Li Ji.
After waiting for almost an hour, the sun's rays shining on the window glass dimmed, and then Zhu Cong opened the door and came in with quick and detailed steps.
Zhu Cong was a little surprised when he saw Li Ji. He took a few steps in a hurry, with an apology on his face: "Mr. Li, what brought you here today?"
Li Ji stood up and smiled at Zhu Cong: "There is a loan. The bank asked me to come and take a look."
"I know, I know," Zhu Cong nodded and sat down opposite Li Ji, his face darkening. "This matter about Director Wan has made people panic. I have received several groups of people from the bank this morning."
"It's hard work, it's hard work." Li Ji nodded repeatedly, "I was sent there by fate and had to come."
"But don't worry, Mr. Li." Zhu Cong coughed lightly and pulled back his hand on the table. "Marriott Group is currently operating normally. We just had a meeting today and the old chairman is coming back."
"Oh, that's good, that's good." Li Ji felt relieved a lot. I am afraid that only Wan Daming can clean up the Marriott Group in front of him.
Although Wan Cheng's father, Wan Daming, was born a farmer, he had a flexible mind, loved reading, and had great business acumen. He founded the Marriott Group by himself.
What is even more admirable is that when he was in his fifties, Wan Daming seriously studied for an MBA.
Li Ji had been to this conference room many times before. Many loan contracts were brought here in person by Li Ji and his account manager, and Wan Cheng was invited to sign them in person.
The evening sun was shining through the gaps in the curtains, giving the entire room a hazy golden color. Li Ji suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he saw Wan Cheng sitting opposite him and smiling at him.
"Mr. Li, what loan are you here to ask about today?" Zhu Cong's words brought Li Ji's thoughts back.
"Oh," Li Jidi composed himself and looked down at the open notebook, "It's a working capital loan from last year, with an amount of 100 million."
"Working capital loan? One hundred million?" Zhu Cong repeated, his brows knitted together.
"Why, no?" Li Ji's heart sank and he couldn't help but straighten his body, staring at Zhu Cong intently.
"You, let me think about it," Zhu Cong agreed, and seemed to be talking to himself, "One hundred million, such a large amount, I shouldn't not remember it."
After a while, Zhu Cong finally looked at Li Ji, shook his head, and said with certainty: "No, absolutely not!"
No! Absolutely not!
Zhu Cong's words were no less than a giant thunder exploding above Li Ji's head. Li Ji looked shocked, his hand shook, and the celadon tea cup fell to the ground and rolled far away.
Li Ji suddenly jumped up from his chair!
