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Chapter 1679 I don't want to talk

I probably didn't expect Zhang Yanming to deduct the phone directly and dialed it back one minute later.

"Mr. Zhang, do you have any misunderstanding?"

"No." Zhang Yanming frowned: "There is no definite opinion on this matter yet. I don't feel like there is nothing to talk about, and it's not something you can talk to me. OK? That's it, don't call me again."

I'm hiring the phone again. To be honest, it's a bit annoying.

Usually, Zhang Yanming is relatively gentle and rarely feels emotional. Lao Sun was stunned: "What's wrong with this?"

"I don't know who the Beijing Commercial Bank calls himself Mr. Li, and asked the person below to call me. It took me three or four minutes to speak. I arranged for me as soon as I came over and he wanted to talk to me."

Lao Sun was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "Damn, what kind of mountain cannon is this? It's so DER. Let me ask."

He took out the phone and dialed: "Hey, Lao Huang, you can inquire about it. The name of Beijing Commercial Bank is Li. It is said that he is the boss. He should be from the headquarters."

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, he just called Yanming. He's so awesome. Let's see who this person is."

"What's the situation?" Interest came over there.

"I asked the person below to call him, and told him that their boss was going to talk to Yanming. He asked Yanming to wait for three or four minutes, and then, haha, let Yanming go over and he wanted to chat in person. He asked Yanming to die."

"Okay, just ignore him and it's over." Zhang Yanming waved his hand and told Lao Sun not to be bullshit.

"Don't worry, let's see who it is. I haven't encountered such awesome people for many years." Lao Sun told Zhang Yanming not to worry.

Zhang Yanming shook his head and just let them go, and he thought about his cooperation with Yidaili Bank.

I originally planned to wait until I returned to Beijing and have a few big shots in the city to push it. Now, this Beijing Commercial Bank seems to be inappropriate when this person named Li is doing this.

One is that this kind of news can be revealed, which is quite interesting. Two, one can also taste a lot of things from the "boss" named Li.

Too big ambitions, I think of myself as a government unit.

Although this is a common problem and habitual style among most state-owned enterprises in China, Zhang Yanming is still uncomfortable. To be honest, if this kind of enterprise is not protected by the government, it would be as much as it would have died.

They will put themselves in a high management position and look down on their customers, only profit-making, and only try their best to loot and earn, but never consider service and convenience.

Why do ordinary people become more and more difficult? Isn’t it because these companies work together to strangle from all angles and industries? To put it bluntly, the source of all evil.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yanming took out the phone and dialed one for Boss He. The other side quickly picked up.

"Uncle He, I thought about it. If you have no problem here, you can ask Yu Shang to contact me and I will talk to them."

"I've thought about it? Are you on vacation? Are you willing to work?"

"Hehe, you're on vacation while working, no delay."

"I am indeed interested in this matter. You should also consider it. People in the capital are in the capital, so don't have any impact."

"It's okay, I'll just explain it. No one can decide on this matter. It's still necessary to discuss it. In the end, it depends on what St. Paul means.

In the whole thing, we actually don’t have much initiative, and I can only get in the middle.”

"I understand this. OK, if you are sure, I will push this matter and talk about it without any loss."

"Okay, just let them call me directly."

After putting down the phone, Zhang Yanming thought about it and sent a confidential text message to Rentini, putting Yidaili matters on the agenda.

Financial matters cannot be started immediately at any time. There must be sufficient preparation time, fund allocation, account preparation and establishment, entry time, etc.

If you don't want to expose everything to the public, you need to moisten everything silently.

Confidential text messages are to send a bunch of garbled codes, and then reorder them according to the agreed rules. This is only applicable to foreign languages. If you want to leave Chinese, it will not affect the length of the text messages.

This is not the era when you can post hundreds or thousands of words at will, and there are restrictions on the number of words.

...

Capital.

A luxurious office building on Fuxingmen Street, in an office on the seventh floor of the annex building in the northwest corner.

"Damn it, what kind of fun is it? Dare my grandson hung up my phone?"

A fat man with slightly thin hair and four or six-parted hair was sitting on the same large leather boss chair behind the wide mahogany desk. Because he looked down at the phone on the table, his chin was squeezed out three layers, which looked a little greasy.

He moved his body, his big belly trembled a few times, and the chair creaked a few times.

Frowning, he pounded his fingers on the table a few times, and he picked up the landline on the table: "Xiao Yan'er, please dial it for me."

After waiting for a few minutes, just when he was impatient, the landline rang. He stretched out his hand and stopped halfway. He twitched his lips a few times, deliberately waiting a few more times before picking up the microphone.

"Mr. Li, the opponent doesn't answer. I've called twice and was hung up. I'm sorry."

"How did you do it?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, if the other party doesn't accept me, I can't do anything about it."

"I'm clumsy." Mr. Li angrily called: "Damn it, I'm so shameless to play with me."

He turned his head and looked at the notepad on the table. After thinking about it, he reached out to search for it. After searching for a while, he found the number he wanted to find, picked up the phone and pressed it out one by one.

After two sounds, he picked up the microphone, waited three or four more times, and the opposite side was connected.

"Hey? Director Wang, hello, I am Xiao Li from Beijing Business School."

"Mr. Li?! Hello, hello, is there anything wrong?"

"That's right, Director Wang, I heard that there is a cooperation plan with Yidaili Bank?"

"..." The opposite side paused for a while: "Where did you hear it?"

"What, a classmate of mine accidentally mentioned it. I am a businessman and I am concerned about it. I'm here to consult you, and I want to prepare early to cooperate with your work."

The other side stopped for a while, but did not ask: "There is such a topic, but there is no specific discussion and implementation. The matter was not initiated by us, and I am not very clear about the details."

"No, Director Wang, you, the chief director, this is what you are doing. Don't worry, I will definitely not be able to do the relevant preparations to avoid being in a hurry."

"What I'm talking about is the fact. You have called me. I won't say anything on purpose... This is not what we took, but there is such an idea on the other hand, and I have to wait for the notification."

"That's it? Then thank Director Wang. If I'm going to join us one day... Hey, Director, I'll ask, which one is here,"

He looked through the notepad: "There is a Mr. Zhang, who is his identity here? I heard that this matter has something to do with him."

"Mr. Zhang? What's the name?"

"I really don't know the name? I just know that my surname is Zhang. I have the phone number. I called it just now. I just asked him to come over and talk to him in person, so he hung up my phone.
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