I'll fuck your mother! Huang Siqun nearly ground her teeth to dust!
These people are so quick to get information! They know Song Tianyao is taking down ten factories today, so they're all waiting for Song Tianyao to stabilize the industry before rushing in to grab business?
However, Huang Siqun was secretly relieved that all of them had agreed to Song Tianyao's request. Otherwise, if they had hesitated even slightly and failed to reach an agreement today, Song Tianyao could have supported a large number of wig factories and divided up their ten orders tomorrow.
It's no longer possible to instigate Chu Yaozong. Now, the question is whether they can ask Chu Yaozong to speak on their behalf and ask Song Tianyao to reduce his profits by two or three months.
"Everyone, A-Yao is a junior member of our Chiu Chow family. He already told me that any member of the Chamber of Commerce who wants to do business in wigs can contact him at any time. He will never refuse to help with any issues related to machines, workers, or raw materials. So there is absolutely no need for you to go through me to speak to him. Even if you want to do other business, you can ask him for advice." Chu Yaozong spoke casually, with a warm smile.
Everyone present naturally echoed his sentiments, but in their hearts they disagreed. Regardless of whether Chu Yaozong's words were true or false, they couldn't really ignore his request to contact Song Tianyao. After all, Chu Yaozong held the title of president of the Chiu Chow Chamber of Commerce, and asking him to intervene was better than them rashly going to see Song Tianyao themselves.
Huang Siqun and his two companions waited until everyone else had said goodbye before leaving. After Chu Yaozong saw the others off, he turned to the three who looked somewhat dejected and said, "We've all been from the same hometown for many years. Ah-Qun's noodle shop was one I used to frequent. If you have something to say, just say it."
"Chairman Chu..." Huang Siqun recounted everything that had happened in the conference room of the Dulles Hotel that afternoon, and finally asked cautiously, "Could you please, Chairman Chu, quietly put in a good word with Song Tianyao? We're all from Chiu Chow people, so let's show some camaraderie and ask him to reduce the orders from our three factories, leaving us some room for maneuver."
Unexpectedly, Chu Yaozong's face darkened after hearing this. "How can I ask A-Yao for help? You guys, along with Tang Wenbao and the other factories, didn't show any camaraderie when you stood against A-Yao. How am I supposed to ask a bullied young junior for help now? This time, I didn't want to see the three of you get your factories shut down, so I had A-Yao step in to help. A-Qun, you guys really need to think more about how to conduct yourselves in business."
"Song Tianyao is simply extorting money; there's something wrong with the way he does things..." Huang Siqun tried to continue, unwilling to give up.
Chu Yaozong had already looked at him. "If he really had problems as a person, he should be the one surrounded by enemies in this meeting today."
These three guys, coming to my door and not even bothering to prepare a gift, actually have the nerve to criticize Song Tianyao for not knowing how to behave, when he generously gave me four sets of wig equipment to help his youngest son, Chu Xiaozhi, open a factory and earn some pocket money?
Why would Chu Yaozong not help Song Tianyao, a young and clever lad, but instead help these three old, foolish, and clueless idiots?
Chapter 301 Scribe Hui Earns Dollars
"Manager Shen, how's the India? Oh, by the way, Angie Perlis is back from the United States. I asked her to bring you a box of cigars that United States Eisenhower likes as a gift." Inside the Peak Restaurant, Song Tianyao waved to Huang Liu next to him. Huang Liu handed him the gift box, which Song Tianyao then pushed to the HSBC across the street.
Michael Sandberg laughed; he enjoyed dealing with China businessmen like Song Tianyao.
However, his position within HSBC was too low at the time. The business dealings of the real Hong Kong tycoons at HSBC often didn't require a small business manager like him to handle. And for ordinary China person to open an account and conduct business at HSBC, it was impossible without the recommendation of a tycoon. Therefore, he didn't have much contact with China person. Recently, apart from the two loans that Song Tianyao had processed through him, he had almost no work to do. The Hong Kong economic environment was sluggish, and people had no interest in borrowing money from banks to pay interest.
"Thank you, Mr. Song. I heard you had a pleasant conversation with the wig factory owners this afternoon?" This time, Michael Sandberg actually spoke to Song Tianyao in somewhat awkward and strange China.
Song Tianyao looked at Michael Sandberg and smiled, "Your Chinese is quite good."
However, Song Tianyao was slightly shocked. The 29-year-old Britain Foreign Devil opposite him could only say a few Chinese words during their last chat, but now he could speak fluent Chinese sentences and even used the phrase "enjoying a pleasant conversation".
"Citibank I've hired a student from the University of Hong Kong to tutor me in Chinese for an hour every night." Michael Sandberg unpacked the cigars Huang Liu had brought, opened the cigar box, glanced at a United States check inside, picked up the cigar below, and sniffed it. "Full-bodied, I like it. The India are already in trouble; that guy can't repay the principal, let alone pay the interest. However, HSBC's branch in India will still remember to chase them for the money after their whole family is deported back to India."
"Those garment machine heads and their factory will likely be auctioned off by the bank. A friend of mine in the garment industry is interested in those machines and factory buildings." Song Tianyao leaned back in his chair, holding a dinner knife in one hand, and looked at Michael Sandberg: "How much did the India spend to buy them? How much do I have to pay to get them from the bank?"
Michael Sandberg put the cigar back into its humidor, folding it up along with the check, and said while cutting his steak, "Then there's no need for an auction. You're my client, and the bank prioritizes its clients. For this kind of low-price auction, if you ask, I should be able to arrange a good price for you. How's your wig business going?"
"Not bad. We've already signed agreements with those factory owners. After Angie Perlis returns from her trip to the United States, the orders for the ten factories over the next eight months will be secured," Song Tianyao said.
Michael Sandberg picked up his glass of wine, took a sip, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything you can do for me? For example, could you help other China person get loans from HSBC to enter this industry and make money?"
"No problem." Song Tianyao laughed and asked in return, "Do you want a client like the India, or a client like me?"