Back to 2008: I Helped My Dad Become the Richest Man

Chapter 93 The End of Deputy Director Zhao

In a conference room at a hotel in the provincial capital, three bank presidents were still arguing heatedly over the business of the Luo Group.

President Liu of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China said that they have the most branches and the most convenient services.

President Wang of China Construction Bank said that they are the most professional in corporate business and can provide a full range of financial solutions.

President Ji of the Bank of China emphasized that they have the strongest international business capabilities and can provide the greatest support for Roche Group's future expansion overseas.

Luo Xiyuan sat there quietly, drinking her tea, without saying a word.

She knew that she now had complete control over the situation.

Let them fight it out; the fiercer the fight, the better the terms you can get.

Zhou Liang'an watched with amusement, occasionally interjecting to smooth things over, enjoying the feeling of being fawned over by the three financial tycoons.

In the end, it was Luo Xiyuan who made the final decision.

"I've seen the sincerity of the three bank presidents." She put down her teacup. "I've decided that the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China will handle this ten million loan. The interest rate will be the lowest standard, as President Liu mentioned. As for the subsequent cooperation, and which bank will hold our company's massive cash flow—"

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the tense faces of the three bank managers.

"That depends on which bank can offer the most sincere service and the most convenient service to the Rothschild Group."

Upon hearing this, all three bank managers understood.

This loan is just the first step; the real prize is yet to come.

Whoever demonstrates the greatest sincerity in this matter will be able to reap the biggest slice of the pie in the future.

President Liu was overjoyed and immediately approved the loan: "President Luo, rest assured! I will approve the loan today! I guarantee the funds will be in your account within three days! As for your so-called sincerity—"

He glanced at Zhou Liang'an beside him and said meaningfully, "Our Industrial and Commercial Bank of China also has special cooperation policies for outstanding cadres who support local economic development. County Chief Zhou, let's talk about this privately another day."

Zhou Liang'an immediately understood, and his smile became even brighter.

With the matter settled, Luo Xiyuan did not linger in the provincial capital.

She told Luo Wen to go back to the county with Zhou Liang'an, while she stayed behind to handle the final procedures before the industrial base started construction.

That afternoon, Zhou Liang'an returned to Qinghe County in high spirits.

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The first thing he did upon returning to his office was not to report to his superiors, but to directly dial the internal phone number of the secretary of the county discipline inspection commission.

"Hello, is this Lao Wang? This is Zhou Liang'an. Come to my office right now, I have something urgent to discuss with you."

Half an hour later, Secretary Wang of the Discipline Inspection Commission walked out of Zhou Liang'an's office with a serious expression.

Ten minutes later, two uniformed staff members from the Discipline Inspection Commission appeared in the county's Industry and Commerce Bureau building.

They knocked directly on the office door of Deputy Director Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan was in his office at the time, leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

His brother-in-law, Mr. Li, who owns an agricultural supplies store, was sitting across from him, reporting his "achievements."

"Brother-in-law, your move was brilliant! I've heard the news; the Luo family's ten million loan is completely off the table! That old bastard Luo Xinde was furious at the credit union yesterday, his face turned green with anger. Haha, let's see how they build that damn industrial park now!" Boss Li laughed smugly.

Zhao Quan took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Trying to fight me? He's still too green. In Qinghe County, I can make things difficult for whoever I want, and they won't have an easy time either. This is just the beginning. In a few days, I'll find another excuse to shut down their pig farm and wipe them out completely!"

As the two were talking, the office door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

Zhao Quan was about to get angry, but when he saw that the person was from the Discipline Inspection Commission, his expression froze instantly.

"Comrade Zhao Quan, we are from the County Discipline Inspection Commission." The head staff member showed his identification with a blank expression. "Now, we have a few questions that require you to come back with us to assist in the investigation."

"Assisting with the investigation?" Zhao Quan's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Comrades, is there some misunderstanding? I—I have always been conscientious and diligent in my work."

"Whether there's a misunderstanding or not, we'll find out once we get back together." Another staff member walked up to Zhao Quan and picked up his briefcase and teacup from his desk. "Let's go, Deputy Director Zhao."

Looking at the unquestionable gazes of the two men, Zhao Quan's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed off his chair.

He knew that this time, he had really bitten off more than he could chew.

Mr. Li was so frightened that he huddled in a corner, not daring to utter a sound.

The news that Zhao Quan had been taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission for investigation spread like wildfire throughout the officialdom of Qinghe County.

Everyone knew that Zhao Quan had completely failed this time.

Moreover, the reason for the downfall was unclear.

Only a few well-informed people knew that the real reason for Zhao Quan's downfall was that he had made a move against someone he shouldn't have – the Luo Group.

Early the next morning.

In the office of Rothschild Farm.

Luo Xinde was discussing with Grandpa Liu the matter of introducing new breeds of piglets after the spring.

There was a knock on the office door.

Luo Xinde looked up and was stunned.

Standing at the door was Director Zhang of the credit union. He was carrying two large gift boxes and had a fawning smile on his face.

"Director Luo, I've come to apologize to you." Director Zhang bowed and scraped as soon as he entered the door.

Luo Xinde looked at him without saying a word.

"Director Luo, regarding that loan matter before, I was blind to your true worth and listened to the slander of a petty person, almost ruining your important plans." Director Zhang placed the gift box on the table, practically kneeling before Luo Xinde. "Last night, our superiors held an emergency meeting and criticized our mistakes. This morning, I brought your loan contract! Ten million has been approved! You can sign it anytime, and the money will be in your account immediately!"

As he spoke, he took out a brand-new loan contract from his briefcase and handed it over with both hands.

Looking at the contract and then at Director Zhang's face, which was on the verge of tears, Luo Xinde felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

He recalled how frustrated and angry he had felt in front of this person just a few days ago.

But now, the tables have turned.

He didn't immediately take the contract. Instead, he slowly picked up the teacup on the table and, imitating his daughter, gently blew on the tea leaves.

"Director Zhang," he said slowly, "this matter is not urgent."

Just then, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

It was Luo Xiyuan calling.

"Hey, honey, what's up?"

"Dad, President Liu of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in the provincial capital has already transferred the 30 million yuan loan to our company account." The daughter's calm voice came from the other end of the phone. "As for the loan from the county credit union, please tell Director Zhang that we don't want it."

"What?!" Luo Xinde stood up abruptly, holding the phone.

Thirty million?

You don't want it anymore?

Looking at Director Zhang, who was staring at him expectantly, he suddenly felt that this world was truly too damn surreal.

He cleared his throat and tried his best to make his voice sound as calm and resonant as his daughter's when he spoke into the phone.

"Okay. It's just a little money."

Then, he hung up the phone and turned his gaze to Director Zhang.

"Director Zhang, I'm so sorry." He waved his hand, mimicking the tone of a big boss on TV, "Our company just made a last-minute decision that we don't need the money."

The color drained from Director Zhang's face in an instant.