"There was something unexpected about that fund..."
Zhu Cong spoke slowly and calmly.
"Ah? What did you say!"
Like a thunderbolt hitting his face, Li Ji screamed out.
The phone receiver in his hand dropped to the table with a bang, then jumped twice and rolled down.
The spirally wound telephone cord suddenly hung down and swung away, and the receiver hung straight down, dangling from the edge of the table.
"Hey, hello! Mr. Li!" Zhu Cong's somewhat urgent voice came from the microphone, "Are you listening?"
Li Ji felt that all the strength in his body was gone, his legs went weak, and he almost fell.
He was breathing heavily, his lips trembling slightly, and he bent down with difficulty and grabbed the receiver in his hand again.
"I, I'm listening...listening..." Li Ji calmed down, his voice trembling a little, "Mr. Zhu, say, say..."
"Originally, we agreed to use this money to repay your loan first, but at the end of the month, the group has a batch of corporate bonds that are due and need to be paid, with an amount of more than 230 million. After adding it together, there is still a funding gap of more than 100 million. The group still has a funding gap of more than 100 million. It is difficult to raise such a large amount of money in a short period of time, so I have to use this fund to advance..."
After a pause, Zhu Cong added: "You also know that the group's funds have been quite tight recently. We are a listed company. If there is a situation where we cannot pay, you probably know what the consequences will be. I don't need to tell you... ."
"I, I know..." Li Ji held the corner of the table with one hand, feeling weak.
He can definitely understand the current situation of the Marriott Group, but who will take care of his affairs?
If the Marriott Group fails to repay the loan at the end of the month, Li Ji will have no choice but to pack up and go this route.
For a moment, Li Ji's face turned gray, and his heart sank little by little as if a piece of lead had fallen.
He really wanted to call and ask Wan Daming again. But he also knew that Wan Daming would not make a mistake to him if he didn't have to.
Maybe the Marriott Group is really at a critical moment of life and death, but this time, it is really forced to a dead end.
It is said that there is no perfect path for everyone.
Grandma, where is the road?
Is the dead end also a road? !
Li Ji remembered the advertising slogan: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and if there is a road, there must be a Toyota car."
I only blame myself for not having a Toyota car.
Li Ji knew that Wan Daming definitely didn't know his plight. But under the current situation, Li Ji really couldn't open his mouth to Wan Daming anymore.
Li Ji believed that as long as he told Wan Daming, no matter how difficult it was for the group to obtain funds, Wan Daming would repay the money without hesitation and would not lose his job.
Over the years, Wan Daming has indeed treated Li Ji as his own child.
Li Ji's father passed away early, and consciously or unconsciously, he regarded Wan Daming as his father.
Wan Daming was very optimistic about Li Ji and once wanted to marry his daughter Wan Min to him. Later I heard that Li Ji already had a girlfriend, so I gave up.
The old man felt unspeakable regret. He said this several times in front of Li Ji, and kept complaining to Wan Cheng for not helping his sister earlier.
At this time, Li Ji listened to Zhu Cong's words and felt a lot in his heart.
"The people who buy bonds are ordinary people. If they don't pay, what will happen? What impact will it have on the company's stock price! At this time, we don't dare to cause any more trouble." Zhu Cong continued, "The money in your bank, It's public, so it's better to talk about it, don't you think so, Mr. Li?"
"Yes, yes..." Li Ji agreed mechanically, but his mind was buzzing.
For his second uncle, people's money is money and must be paid; bank loans are not money. You can repay it if you want to, but you can't repay if you don't want to? Or is it okay anytime? !
Li Ji grimaced, not knowing what to do.
"Dong Wan specifically asked me to call you specifically to say that I'm really sorry, Mr. Li." Zhu Cong paused, "Dong Wan said that he was also thinking of other ways to see if he could raise another 100 million. ..."
"I know..." Before Zhu Cong could say anything else, Li Ji slammed the phone on the cradle.
His heart was completely cold.
Another 100 million? That's easy to say. As far as the current financial situation of Marriott Group is concerned, it is basically empty talk.
It's over.
Completely played.
Not to mention the cucumber vegetables, even the cucumber seedlings were pulled out.
Li Ji slumped on the chair, feeling a pain in his heart. He regretted the "righteous and awe-inspiring" words he said in Cui Hao's office before.
It is impossible to go to Wan Daming for this loan.
This money is important to me, it is life-saving money; it is also life-saving money to Wan Daming and Marriott Group, maybe even more important.
What he lost was a job, what Wan Daming lost might be a group, and what tens of thousands of employees in the group lost were tens of thousands of jobs.
Even if you do something for the dead Wan Cheng.
You can’t provide help when it’s time, or at least you shouldn’t make it worse.
It hurts me alone, but makes millions of families happy.
Although it cannot be said to be "tens of millions of families", it is still related to a group and the livelihood of tens of thousands of people.
It’s worth it, it’s worth it.
Li Ji thought about this and gradually became happy. For a moment, he felt that he was so tall and majestic, like a green pine standing proudly on the edge of the cliff, like the hero rushing under the bridge with a bag of explosives.
But soon, Li Ji withered.
A dark cloud passed over my mind, and my face darkened, as if it was going to rain at any time.
Everything is fine with Marriott, but what should I do?
Resign, get out, live on the streets?
Being laughed at and ridiculed by others?
From now on, there will be no food to eat and no clothes to cover the body?
Becoming a blind streamer?
Thoughts flashed through Li Ji's mind like a revolving door, and his body trembled involuntarily.
Waves of chill hit him, and Li Ji shrank involuntarily, like a little hedgehog that was suddenly frightened.
Thinking of Liao Ying, his mother, and the marriage life he had always longed for, Li Ji suddenly felt frightened. For a moment, he felt helpless and uneasy.
He felt breathless.
In the room, the sun was shining brightly and it was as warm as roasting, but he still felt cold.
Li Ji put his head in his hands and racked his brains to think.
He muttered to himself from time to time. His face would be cloudy and clear for a while; his eyes would be happy and depressed for a while; he would bite his lower lip with his teeth and sigh again and again.
After going back and forth for a long time, Li Ji finally made up his mind: go back, apologize to Cui Hao seriously, and agree to his terms.
If you don't understand it, you don't understand it.
Is there anyone in this world who dares to say that he can get to the bottom of everything and get it all clear?
As the saying goes, it is rare to be confused.
Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters.
Right now, the biggest thing for Li Ji is to keep his job first.
Jobs are important.
If you take the blame, take the blame. The greatest "scapegoat" in the world.
It won't hurt or itch anyway, and there won't really be a pot for you to carry. No one else can see it except you.
Take a step back, and the sky will be brighter.
But, thinking about Cui Hao's face, Li Ji became extremely angry.
Yue Fei, Yue Fei!
Somehow, Li Ji remembered the storytelling "The Legend of Yue Fei" performed by Liu Lanfang when he was a child.
Is there any place in this world where there are no scapegoats and people who are taken advantage of? One more is not impossible.
Damn, it's too high.
An ant is compared to an elephant.
Bullshit, shameless bullshit.
It's ridiculous.
It's too far gone.
Besides, Yue Fei has nothing to do with him.
Cui Hao is not Qin Hui. Could it be that Governor Tao is Song Gaozong?
Throughout the ages, those who were stabbed first were those with straight backs, stiff necks, and harsh words.
A man who can bend and stretch is a man who would rather bend than a foolish boy.
After living for almost thirty years, at this moment, Li Ji actually figured it out and understood.
He adjusted the expression on his face. Although his smile was still stiff, his thoughts suddenly changed and his realm widened.
Li Ji imagined himself standing in front of Cui Hao: "Mr. Cui, what I said just now was too rash. Please forgive me, I agree to your conditions..."
Halfway through, Li Ji suddenly stopped. A smile plastered on his face, hard to describe how ugly and far-fetched it was.
He shook his head fiercely, suddenly raised his right foot, and stepped hard on his left foot.
Damn it, could it be that I, Li Ji, have become such a person? !
Li Ji leaned on the chair and lost his mind for a moment.
The phone rang.
Li Ji was startled and subconsciously grabbed the phone. Without looking at it, he fumbled and pressed the answer button and put it to his ear: "Hey, who's there?"
"It's me," the voice was soft and soft, like the breeze passing through the treetops, it was Liao Ying, "Why, you can't even see my phone number, hehe."
"I, I heard it," Li Ji finally woke up from a dream, composed himself, and squeezed out a smile on his face, "I didn't look at my phone just now, haha."
"Are you okay? Why are you acting weird?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Li Ji grinned, "What can happen to me?"
"Then you come over for dinner tonight, I'll make braised fish."
"Okay, okay," Li Ji agreed, licking his lips, "I haven't eaten the braised fish you made for a few days, I'm hungry!"
"Ha, then you should eat more tonight."
"Yeah, okay, I'm already drooling."
"You, what's wrong with you today?" Liao Ying's voice was full of questions, "It feels a little weird, it doesn't look like you."
"Why doesn't it look like me?" Li Ji asked, "Who does it look like? It looks like a pig!"
"Hahaha!" Liao Ying couldn't help laughing, "Pig, are you really okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Li Ji said perfunctorily, "See you in the evening, I'm still busy."
Liao Ying hung up the phone.
Li Ji relaxed, sighed sadly, put the phone aside, and stared at the flashing Windows system icon on the computer screen, his eyes dull.
Jingle bell, jingle bell…
The phone rang again.
Why are there so many calls today?
Li Jizhi shook his head and didn't want to move.
He had forgotten that when he was in the office, he had more phone calls. Sometimes, it’s literally one thing after another. We are still talking here, but the call has come in over there.
But since the call came to the fifth floor, there have been significantly fewer calls. It can almost be described as "empty". During this period, a few customers also called and said a few innocuous words.
Li Ji clearly felt it.
Presumably the customers have heard about him and are afraid to avoid him. Maybe someone is already saying everywhere that Li Ji will get out of the industry.
Human relationships are like the four seasons, cold and warm. But Li Ji didn't expect that winter would come so soon.
jingle! jingle! jingle!
After waiting for a while, the ringing still didn't stop, but it sounded more vigorously; like a rising tide, one wave after another went straight to the eardrums.
"Who is it?" Li Ji panicked and picked up the phone angrily. After just looking at it for a moment, he hurriedly picked up the phone: "Oh, it's Han Mei. Is something okay?"
"Why, I can't call you if I have nothing to do?"
Han Mei's tone was very affectionate, with a hint of coquettishness.
"No, I didn't say that."
Li Ji was very alert at this time and did not want to have any more involvement with Miss Han.
"My parents and aunt were very satisfied with you yesterday, haha."
Han Mei laughed, but Li Ji felt panicked.
"Han Mei, we already agreed," Li Ji responded hurriedly, "I'm a fake, a temporary guest star, I can't take it seriously. Don't let your parents and aunt misunderstand."
"Look at how scared you are, you are as timid as a pig!" Han Mei snorted, then laughed again, "That's what I'm saying."
"Well, I know, I know," Li Ji felt a little calmer, "If it's okay, then I'll hang up first."
"You're so unwilling to talk to me..." Han Mei seemed a little angry.
"No, no! Absolutely not!" Li Ji hurriedly explained, "I have something to do here and have to have a meeting."
"Oh, then you go ahead and get busy." Han Mei paused and said lightly, "Now it's my turn to owe you a favor..."
"It's a small matter, it's a small matter, we'll talk about it later, we'll talk about it later..." Li Ji agreed repeatedly, "They're all waiting for me. Sorry, I'll hang up now..."
After that, Li Ji hurriedly hung up the phone without waiting for Han Mei to speak.
He moved his chair back, frowning, and his eyes wandered. Stop for a moment, stretch your legs forward, and stretch slightly.
"Ouch..." Li Ji called out, stroking his waist with both hands, and couldn't help but breathe in. For a while, I forgot about the injuries on my body.
Li Ji twisted his body and slowly sat back, leaning his shoulders on the back of the chair.
face? How much is face worth?
After thinking silently for a long time, Li Ji finally made up his mind.
In this world, face is the most valuable and least valuable.
Even a big shot like Han Xin had his crotch humiliation back then. What's the big deal for a lowly and big-ass person like me, who lowers his head and says a few words of submission?
Haha, just do it.
People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and even more afraid of being thick-skinned.
Those who are thick-skinned are invincible.
Li Ji kept thinking of various reasons and tried to convince himself. In the end, even he found it funny.
The sunshine outside the window is very quiet, like hiding countless mocking eyes.
Li Ji tugged at the hem of his shirt and finally stood up.
He straightened his hair, cleared his throat, and moved his mouth a few times to stretch out the tense muscles on his face.
The corridor was quiet.
A spider crawled along the window sill and up to the ceiling.
Li Ji walked out of the room, but his feet became heavier and heavier.
