"Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!"
On the morning of August 3rd, Aoyama Xiu Xin was woken up by the sound of a telephone ringing, which he answered in a daze.
"Moshi moshi, I am Aoyama Xiu Xin."
"Mr. Aoyama, this is Kimura. I've already persuaded three banks, plus our Agricultural and Forestry Bank, that makes four in total. When would Mr. Yanchuan be available?" Kimura Yakuo's voice was full of vigor.
After all, with a father-in-law as his backing, and having brought such good business to the bank this time, as long as Nozawa Financial Corporation maintained stable development, all the executives would receive long-term benefits. Wouldn't they have to repay him for his peach with a plum?
Aoyama Xiu Xin's sleepiness vanished without a trace, and he sat up from the bed, "I will report to Mr. Yanchuan immediately and will call you back a bit later, Mr. Kimura."
"Alright! I'll wait for the good news then."