Song Guanchao arrived at the bank.
Entering Zhang Yue's office, he sat down and cut straight to the chase: "The Lingjiang high-speed rail project needs a loan now. How much can you lend?"
"High-speed rail?"
Zhang Yue was a bit stunned: "Isn't it financed by the government?"
Song Guanchao picked up his tea cup, and absentmindedly said, "The money was invested by Zheng Bihui into the old city renovation."
"Ah?"
Zhang Yue was stunned again, taking a moment to grasp the full meaning of Song Guanchao's words.
The high-speed rail funds were blocked by Zheng Bihui.
So...
"The government has no money?"
"Yes."
Zhang Yue remained silent.
For a local government, the most terrifying thing is when the budget runs out.
Zhang Yue suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
Song Guanchao didn't hold back, speaking directly and telling her the issue straightforwardly.
But regardless of whether he told her or not, Song Guanchao needed to get a loan from her.
