Urban Super Medical Saint

Yuan Li's eyes lit up slightly at these words, and she said, "Oh, then I must congratulate President Cao. We at the branch bank certainly trust in the strength of your factory. If you are willing to take out a loan with our branch, I will try to offer you the most favorable terms possible."

Banks engage in the business of borrowing at low rates and lending at high rates to earn profit margins. The amount a branch bank attracts in deposits and issues in quality loans is directly tied to the branch manager's performance and income—and even to their promotion prospects.

As the branch manager of Changxi County, Yuan Li had managed to secure Qinghe Herbal Tea Beverage Factory—a major client with monthly sales of tens of millions—because of Ge Dongxu when she had just taken office. This had made her branch's deposit-gathering capacity one of the top in the region among all the county-level cities under Ouzhou City. However, acquiring quality loan customers had always been a headache for her.

President Cao's Dapeng Packaging Factory was a packaging factory in Changxi County with some strength and, having climbed aboard the Qinghe Herbal Tea Beverage Factory bandwagon last year, its profitability was on the rise.

With the current growth trend of Qinghe Herbal Tea Beverage Factory, as long as Dapeng Packaging Factory could closely follow Qinghe Herbal Tea, its future profits could be expected to be even more substantial.

Therefore, Dapeng Packaging Factory was considered by Yuan Li to be a prime loan customer. Naturally, she was quite intrigued when she heard that President Cao wanted to take out a loan.

"Hehe, sure, sure. As long as President Yuan is willing to offer enough preferential policies, I definitely plan to borrow from your branch. In fact, if President Yuan has any need, I can even use my connections to introduce some friends to you. Like Cheng Yazhou, the owner of Qinghe Herbal Tea, I've had business dealings with him a long time ago. Our factory managed to secure the Qinghe Herbal Tea packaging mainly because of my relationship with Cheng Yazhou. You know how hot the sales of Qinghe Herbal Tea are, but I bet you have no idea how hot they've really become." President Cao, a shrewd businessman, noticed Yuan Li's interest and squinted his eyes, his gaze falling on her ample chest. He then deftly changed the subject and stopped discussing the specifics of the loan.

"Oh, how hot has it become?" Yuan Li glanced at Ge Dongxu and then asked curiously.

She really did not know the extent of Qinghe Herbal Tea's sales, just as President Cao had said, despite being aware of its hot market performance.

"I heard that last month, Qinghe Herbal Tea's sales volume exceeded forty million! And looking at their ordering pattern this month, it should continue to climb! Forty million a month, and that's in the winter. Just think about it, what would that be next summer? And what about the annual sales volume?" President Cao said, his eyes showing both amazement and envy.

Although President Cao bragged about his good relationship with Cheng Yazhou, Cheng used to be just a person handling print and packaging business, nowhere near his status as a big boss. But now? Cheng had transformed into one of the renowned herbal tea business owners in the entire Huaxia Country, and Cao Dapeng even depended on him for business. Naturally, he felt unsettled and harbored strong envy.

"Forty million a month?" Yuan Li already had an idea of the enormous sales volume from Ge Dongxu's earlier response, but she didn't expect it to be this substantial. She couldn't help exclaiming in surprise, yet her gaze turned toward Ge Dongxu, indescribably complex.

In the past, she used to have a share in that factory, which could only generate a few tens of thousands in profit each year, just a few times better than a salary. But now? Even by conservatively calculating based on last month's sales volume, next year's sales could approach half a billion.

Half a billion—Yuan Li couldn't even begin to fathom that concept.

"So if I introduce Cheng Yazhou to you, President Yuan, would you still need to worry about deposits?" Seeing Yuan Li's expression of astonishment, almost bordering on stupefaction, President Cao started to laugh proudly, casually patted Yuan Li's shapely thigh.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Li immediately glared at President Cao and said.

"Hehe, why do you have to be so serious, President Yuan? I've heard from the bank staff that you've been divorced for over a year now. I just got divorced at the beginning of the year as well. We could say we sympathize with each other..." President Cao showed no signs of embarrassment, guilt, or panic. Instead, he leaned closer to whisper in Yuan Li's ear, smiling and moving his hand toward her thigh once again.

"Slap!" President Cao's hand hadn't even touched Yuan Li's thigh when his face was fiercely slapped.

"Get lost!" A cold voice followed right next to President Cao's ear, and a young face entered his vision.

"Fuck, how dare you, a high school student, hit me!" President Cao had not expected Ge Dongxu to suddenly stand up and slap him. He was momentarily stunned, then, overtaken by rage, swung his fist at Ge Dongxu's face.

He was, after all, a distinguished entrepreneur from Changxi County, when had he ever been slapped by a high school student?

"Slap!" President Cao had barely swung his fist when Ge Dongxu caught it with one hand, and President Cao felt as if his fist was about to be crushed, bending over in pain, he shrieked, "You, you fucking let go of me, it's killing me! I think my fingers are going to break!"

President Cao's screaming naturally caught the attention of the other first-class passengers, who all turned their heads to look. Seeing what looked like a student holding a grown man's fist with just one hand, causing him to scream as if he had lost his parents, left them dumbfounded.

They then shook their heads, displaying a look of disdain.

This was too fake, it's not like they were in a movie. How could he be in so much pain from just a pinch? This man is too pathetic!
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"Watch your language, or you can just deal with this," Ge Dongxu said indifferently, still holding onto President Cao's fist.

"Fuck! You little…" President Cao had never suffered such humiliation, especially given the contemptuous looks from the first-class passengers, which made him feel deeply shamed.

However, as soon as President Cao started to speak, his palm felt as if it was on fire.

"It seems you didn't understand what I said," Ge Dongxu continued calmly.

"I, okay, okay, I won't curse, you…" President Cao opened his mouth to curse again but was forced to stop by the pain.

"Sir, please let go of his hand, and you, sir, please stop shouting. You're disturbing the other passengers," a beautiful flight attendant with a particularly shapely figure, dressed in uniform, hurried over and pleaded.

While speaking, the flight attendant also took a special look at Ge Dongxu's hand. Seeing that it was clean and white, like a scholar's hand, she glanced at President Cao with a mix of bewilderment and disdain.

Naturally, the flight attendant thought that even if Ge Dongxu's hand was strong, such a clean and white hand couldn't possibly cause a grown man's fist to hurt to the extent that he needed to scream so loudly!