Emotions were suppressed on the brink of rage. As the president of the Federal Bank of Los Angeles, Steve arrogantly shot the cigar in his hand in the ashtray, and then said to Song Zhichao in a tone full of sneering: "Dear Mr. Song Zhichao, I don't know what gave you such great courage to stimulate us with such unreasonable words, but one thing I can be sure of is that now, including me, the thirteen senior officials of the Federal Bank are all angry and angry - so the consequences are very serious!"

Fehrman continued Steve's words and stared at Song Zhichao and said, "Have you heard that, dear Song, you have successfully annoyed our dear President Steve - Let's talk, what makes you so bold? Is there any other bank in addition to our Federal Bank that dares to lend you? Three billion, this is not a small amount!" His tone means ridiculous and sarcastic.

Indeed, in the eyes of the Federal Bank, there shouldn’t be many people in Los Angeles who dare to lend 3 billion yuan to Chinese people.

Faced with the sarcasm and doubts of Steve, Fehrman and others, Song Zhichao's lips curled up slightly: "Indeed, few banks are willing to borrow such a large loan, but there is a saying in China that wealth and honor are seeking risks. How can you do it if you want to have performance and are afraid of taking risks - not to mention..." Song Zhichao glanced at Hun Sen beside him and said: "What's more, in addition to our Song company, there is also the Los Angeles Hong Group willing to help me as a guarantee. In addition, Colombia, which we officially mortgaged to acquire, can be said that under these three levels of protection, the loan risk this time has been reduced to the minimum!"

"Do you know what the lowest risk means?" Song Zhichao glanced at Steve and the others with a playful expression.

For some reason, Steve and the others felt like they were seen as idiots in Song Zhichao's eyes - God, they are all elites!

"It means that many big banks will come to me and take the initiative to lend me a loan! Do you believe this?" Song Zhichao said to Steve and others in a Gothic magic tone.

Steve: "…"

Fehrman: "…"

There are others: "…"

I feel very confused.

Finally, Steve woke up first and laughed: "It sounds very nice, dear Song! What you said is really beautiful and nice, I almost believed it."

"Yes, you're right. Under these three levels of protection, there seem to be a lot of banks that will lend you loans - but this is just a lip service. You know, you are a Chinese!"

Steve deliberately made the word "Chinese" very serious.

"Oh God, please forgive me. I'm not the kind of person who is racist, but there are not many people like me in the United States, especially those in charge of banking. They are all the people who look at people. People like you, with yellow skin and dark eyes, often rank your loan quotas to the end - even black people."

"Oh God, I'm saying something wrong. I just said, I'm not the kind of person with racism and prejudice - but I'm talking about the facts - the fact is that you are the type of person who is unpopular in the American loan industry!"

"So..." Steve stood up, put his left thumb in the pocket of his vest, and pointed his other hand at Song Zhichao's chest and said, "So, dear Mr. Song, if Fehrman had not strongly recommended you, if Fehrman had not had a good relationship with that John Hong, if Mr. John Hong was not a city council member of Los Angeles, you would probably not even see us-- Finally, I say something to you, here, in Los Angeles, you will never find any other support except us! Yes, you can't find it, you will never find it!"

Faced with Steve's rude and arrogant counterattack, Song Zhichao still seemed calm. He walked over and walked to Steve's side, then pushed Steve back with his hand pointing at his finger, and smiled and said, "Steve, do you dare to gamble?"

Steve sneered: "What are you betting on?"

"You will call me when I walk out of this conference room."

"Hahaha, is it possible? Dear, are you still dreaming and not awake yet?" Steve sarcastically.

Song Zhichao didn't say anything, shrugged, then turned around and said to the people around him, "Okay, since you have said so much, there is no result. Let's go and meet our new friends!"

Hurry!

Those who followed Song Zhichao, including Mr. Hong, all stood up and prepared to leave.

Looking at Song Zhichao and the others' "pretending to behave", Steve sneered and said to Fehrman in a low voice: "Look at it, these guys who are really good at acting are so realistic, I'm about to believe that they will give me a critical blow, so that I can understand how powerful they are and how important they are!"

On this side, Song Zhichao opened his arms and asked Jin Jiu to help put on his coat. Luo Bachen, Bi Wenfeng, Qi Wanda and others were busy packing things, especially those materials and documents, which could not be left behind.

Steve bit the big cigar, squinted his eyes, and sat back on the boss's chair, looking at Song Zhichao through the smoke that was sprayed out - this was a patient contest, and no one could help but lose first.

"We're leaving, dear Mr. Steve, thank you for taking the precious time - thank you!" Song Zhichao nodded politely to Steve and others, then turned around and walked outside the conference room.

Steve looked at them and sneered.

At this time, Secretary Steve's phone next to him rang.

After answering the call, he looked strange and immediately gave it to Steve who was looking at Song Zhichao and sneered.

Steve didn't take it seriously, took the phone and listened to a few words, and then his face changed, becoming very weird and ugly.

Suddenly, Steve ordered the people around him, "Hurry, go and stop Song! Stop him!"

Fehrman and others didn't know what happened, and looked shocked. At this time, Steve had already jumped up from the chair and rushed to the door like wind, shouting: "Dear Song, please stay!"

Fehrman and others looked at each other, really not understanding what was going on.

Finally, they woke up and didn't have time to chase Steve, so they hurriedly asked the secretary who handed the phone what was going on.

The secretary directly opened the curtains of the conference room window and said, "Please look--"

Full of suspicion, Fehrman and others looked down the window and saw several high-end cars parked under the Federal Bank.

Fehrman and the others: "…"

Still don't understand.

The secretary had to say: "The three luxury cars are the cars of the president of Citibank, Morgan Bank, and Wells Fargo - well, they are here to pick up Song Zhichao!"

"What?" Fehrman and others immediately widened their eyes.

Only then did they understand why Steve had to rush out just now.
Chapter completed!