Reception Hall.
Bu Ersun wore a sharply tailored suit and Italian leather shoes, looking dashing and handsome.
After explaining his purpose to the Old Woman, he sat confidently on the sofa and smoked a cigar.
The Old Woman looked at him for a long while. "Mr. Bu Ersun, I'm very happy and honored that you've come to visit Huo Group. Your grandfather and I have been friends for decades. Seeing all you younger generations grow up makes me very happy."
"Grandma, whenever Grandpa mentions you, he praises you highly. He says that although you're a woman, you're every bit the equal of any man—wise and capable, repeatedly breaking through desperate situations to save yourself and turn the tide. Whenever he tells your stories, he always gives you a thumbs-up in admiration."
The Old Woman smiled gently. "He thinks too highly of me. But I can't meet this request of yours. First, our cash reserves don't have that much surplus. Forcing such a large amount of cash into use would affect the operations of our entire group, as well as the stability and security of our global business."
"Second, you are an Ancient Martial Artist organization. Under national requirements and the law, you cannot participate in commercial activities."
"It's not a commercial activity," Bu Ersun said. "It's a loan. I'll pay interest."
The Old Woman still shook her head. "A loan on this scale is a commercial activity."
"No, it isn't. We're not in the country—we're abroad!"
"That still won't do, unless you change your nationality and become a foreigner."
"I..." Bu Ersun said, "I need the money urgently. It's too late to change it now!"
"Then there's nothing I can do for you. But I can cover your food, clothing, and living expenses while you're here. Huo Group and your