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Most of the people present were stunned.

Factory Manager Miao's mouth dropped open. "Online...online sales? What's that?"

Wang Julong also chimed in, "Governor Song, is selling things online reliable? Will ordinary people trust it?"

Song Yunhui looked at them.

Don't you watch the news?

The Internet is developing so fast now.

Many businesses are already selling their goods online to all parts of the country and even the world.

There are no middlemen taking a cut.

Your pure cotton is of good quality. As long as the patterns and designs keep up with modern aesthetics and follow a simple and approachable style, you can succeed.

They advertised "Lincheng Pure Cotton" online.

The profit margin is definitely higher than when you sell semi-finished products.

Li Dakang's eyes lit up. "Governor Song, your idea is brilliant!"

Break out of the traditional sales framework and directly face consumers.

Isn't this exactly the industrial upgrading that the central government is demanding?

Kao Yu-liang nodded in agreement: "Yes, directly leveraging the Internet is a very forward-thinking strategic approach. It aligns with the current major trend in economic development."

The old factory manager only half understood what he was hearing, but he was extremely excited when he heard about the high profits.

"Governor Song, if it really works, we workers are willing to work overtime every day."

But... we don't have any money.

Opening a new production line, hiring designers, and setting up online sales all cost money.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.

The moment money was mentioned, the previously lively atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Wang Julong coughed twice. "Governor Song, the municipal finance department really can't come up with this start-up funding at the moment."

All the money from before..."

The squeaky wheel gets the grease, so you have to play the poor card.

Song Yunhui was prepared and immediately interrupted Wang Julong, "If the city doesn't have money, then let's find a place with money."

"Find a bank loan."

Wang Julong nodded. "This, this?"

Song Yunhui was very direct, "What's this? Call the bank managers and have them bring the heads of the credit departments over."

They also serve the people.

Wang Julong didn't dare to delay and quickly ran to the side to make a phone call.

soon.

The two vehicles entered the factory area.

Liu, the branch manager of Lincheng Rural Commercial Bank, was dressed in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, and was panting heavily as he ran.

"Governor Song, Secretary Gao, Secretary Li, Mayor Wang, I'm Liu from the Rural Commercial Bank." President Liu greeted them one by one, wiping his sweat incessantly.

Song Yunhui pointed to the rows of factory buildings next to him and the land beneath his feet.

"Director Liu, the cotton mill needs to transform into a bedding manufacturer."

We need some funds.

"How much money do you need?" Bank Manager Liu was a little scared, worried that he would throw the money away and never see it again.

Song Yunhui calmly replied, "Five hundred million."

That's easy for you to say.

Bank Manager Liu's legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

He glanced at Wang Julong, then at Li Dakang.

"Governor Song, the cotton mill is a severely loss-making enterprise with a very high non-performing asset ratio."

A loan of 500 million is probably beyond my authority.

And the risk is quite high.

I'm worried that if I can't pay it back, I'll be in trouble.

If it were fifty million or one hundred million, I would definitely agree to it immediately.

Song Yunhui approached President Liu, "Risk?"

The biggest risk is that thousands of workers are starving and are causing trouble in front of the municipal government building, affecting social stability!

This 500 million is a lifeline, and also a means of development.

With this 500 million, the cotton mill can be brought back to life.

If you don't take out a loan, there are banks that offer loans.

President Liu, don't forget that the major shareholder of the cotton mill is the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission of Lincheng City.

"Director Liu, what other mission does the bank have?"

Sweat dripped down President Liu's forehead. "Governor Song, this, um, I..."

I can't speak fluently at all; I really don't know what to say.

It seems like whatever I do is wrong.

He looked at Li Dakang pleadingly, hoping that Li Dakang would say a few words for him.

Li Dakang had a stern face and crossed his arms.

"President Liu, didn't you understand what Governor Song said?"

The development of Lincheng requires financial support.

"You let things down at a crucial moment; I think you're truly incompetent as a bank manager."

Gao Yuliang added at the opportune moment, "The Provincial Party Committee is paying close attention to the restructuring of Lincheng Cotton Mill."

This loan is government-backed, so don't feel guilty.

And also, hurry up and answer Governor Song's question!

Bank Manager Liu swallowed hard.

Governor Song Yunhui, former municipal party secretary and current provincial party committee member and Jingzhou municipal party secretary Li Dakang, and provincial senior official Yu Liang—the three powerful figures exerted pressure simultaneously.

They have to give them the 500 million, whether they want to or not.

President Liu planned to answer the insignificant question first: "Issuing loans and accepting deposits."

Song Yunhui sighed. "Serving the real economy!"

President Liu felt his head was about to explode.

With gritted teeth, closed eyes, and steeled resolve, I made a decision.

"Governor Song, I will arrange for someone to go through the special approval process immediately."

"At the latest, the 500 million yuan will be transferred to the designated account within three days."

"President Liu, that's right. On behalf of the cotton mill workers, thank you." Song Yunhui turned to Factory Director Miao. "Did you hear that? The money's in. Five hundred million. Get the equipment, bring in the talent. If you don't do a good job, I'll hold you responsible."

Factory Director Miao had originally prepared for the cotton mill to go bankrupt and for him to retire early.

To everyone's surprise, Governor Song sent life-saving money.

He bent his knees, wanting to kowtow to Song Yunhui.

"Governor Song, on behalf of all the factory employees, thank you!"

The workshop director and workers behind them also started shouting.

"Thank you, Governor Song!"

"We're saved!"

"Not a single bump is allowed," Song Yunhui said, pulling Director Miao up.

"Don't do that."

Just work hard and get results.

The surrounding workers erupted in thunderous applause.

clap clap clap!

The problem is solved.

The dark clouds that had been hanging over everyone's heads dispersed.

By the time all the details were dealt with, it was completely dark.

Streetlights were turned on in the factory area.

"Governor Song, distinguished leaders. You've been busy all day, so please have a simple meal at our factory."

We want to express everyone's feelings.

Song Yunhui shook his head. "I appreciate everyone's kindness."

But I can't eat this meal.

Your factory hasn't improved yet. Even if you have money, you'll still have to tighten your belt and make ends meet. You still have to pay off the loan.

"If I, Song Yunhui, were to eat this meal, I wouldn't feel at ease."

Factory Director Miao panicked, "Governor Song, it's just a regular meal..."

Song Yunhui raised his hand to interrupt him, "When you turn a profit and are able to distribute dividends."

I'll come back then.

You can all leave now!

The task is important; let's get moving quickly.

Song Yunhui, Li Dakang, Gao Yuliang, Zhou Tiejun and others left in the car.

Factory Director Miao led the workers to watch the convoy leave.

The car drove on the streets of Lincheng.

The streetlights receded rapidly off the car window.

Li Dakang patted his stomach and said, "Governor Song, it's already past eight o'clock in the evening."

Where shall we go for dinner?

My stomach has been protesting for ages.

I was really hungry.

Wang Julong wanted to show hospitality, so he said, "Secretary Li, Governor Song, Secretary Gao, Commander Zhou, I've made all the arrangements. Let's go to the Municipal Party Committee Guesthouse."

Song Yunhui leaned back in his chair, looking at the night view outside the window. "I think we shouldn't go to the guesthouse."

Wang Julong was taken aback. "So, what does Governor Song mean?"

Song Yunhui pointed to a sign at the intersection ahead, "That's the Old Li's Restaurant up ahead."

Let's experience the vibrant atmosphere of Lincheng.

Li Dakang laughed, "Okay! As long as I can eat my fill, that's fine. I, Li Dakang, am not a picky eater."

The car was parked on the side of the road. Gao Yuliang laughed and said, "Dakang, I think you're a foodie."

Who's paying for this meal?

Song Yunhui got out of the car and said, "I think we should split the bill."

Li Dakang quickly responded, "Okay, Governor Song, I support you."

Zhou Tiejun received a phone call; something urgent had come up, so he had to return to Jingzhou.

Gao Yuliang was worried, so he had Qi Tongwei change into civilian clothes and secretly follow them.

And so.

Song Yunhui, Gao Yuliang, Li Dakang, Wang Julong, and Qi Tongwei entered Lao Ji's Restaurant.

The waiter ushered the group into a private room.

The food was very affordable, the price was reasonable, and there was plenty of food.

Less than an hour later, Qi Tongwei left the private room and hurried over to pay the bill.

An unpleasant scene unfolded at the cashier.

A man asked his boss, Lao Li, "324 doesn't sound good. How about I round it down to 300?"

Old Li objected, "It's a small shop with meager profits. Since you've brought it up, I'll give you 320."

The man pulled out his wallet. "Sir, I have plenty of money. Even if I don't give it to you, what can you do about it?"

Old Li was a little angry. "Since you put it that way, I won't give you a single penny off."

With a wave of his hand, the man summoned three others who rushed forward, and the four of them pinned Old Li to the ground and began to beat him!

Qi Tongwei shouted, "What are you all doing? Stand still and don't move!"

The man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Who the hell are you? Mind your own business! Come on, kneel down and apologize to me. Three, two!"