Chapter 405: 405: Proactive Lending_1
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
âWhat?â
When Quella Radcliffe heard this, she didnât react at first.
Wasnât it about debt collection?
Could she have heard wrong?
The others were also stunned.
But they soon realized, it must be about the debt, and their ears must have deceived them.
âPresident Clark, the Radcliffe Group actually owes your bank ten billion?â
Bran Cook frowned slightly, he hadnât expected the Radcliffe Group to be in so much debt; according to preliminary estimates, the companyâs market value was only around ten billion or so.
If they owed Celestial Bank alone ten billion, what about the other banks?
How much money would that add up to!
âPresident Clark, I am the Radcliffe Groupâs Chief Financial Officer, Dempsey Davenport. I am very clear about the companyâs finances. The Radcliffe Group does have debt with Celestial Bank, but itâs only three billion.â
Dempsey Davenport approached Darius Clark and emphasized again, âNot the ten billion you mentioned.â
She had already sorted out the companyâs debts when various businessmen were kicking the company while it was down, prepared for the best and worst scenarios.
âPresident Clark, regarding this ten billion debt, itâs impossible for us to acknowledge it. Although you have ties with Bran Cook and are coming to our company for money at his behest, if you seek to slander us like this, I will have the lawyer take you to court over it.â
Quella Radcliffe spoke very seriously.
She was already trying to solve problems, and even if she couldnât, she would not leave bad debts, even if it meant auctioning off the company.
But these bankers were making baseless accusations, turning three billion in debt into ten billion, a difference of a whole seven billion!
And that was just Celestial Bank; if the other banks followed suit, the Radcliffe Group might end up owing fifty billion.
âCough, cough!â
Bran Cook coughed dryly and said with a smile, âPresident Clark, just ask for the money honestly, and I will remember this favor. Let it not be for helping me that your career should suffer.â
To come out and claim ten billion, even he felt it was a bit excessive.
If Quella Radcliffe really took this to court, Darius Clarkâs career might indeed be impacted.
Now, Bran Cook was suddenly feeling rather elated. These bank presidents were indeed sparing no effort to help him!
âWhat are you talking about?â
Darius Clark frowned and said, âPresident Radcliffe, what I said was, weâre willing to lend you ten billion, and I was wondering if that would be enough?â
He repeated himself.
He clearly hadnât misspoken, so why did everyone think he was here to collect debt?
Could it really be that, as Celestial Bankâs Gonzalez City Branch President, his only role was to take orders from Bran Cook?
This upset him considerably!
âA loan?â
Dempsey Davenport blinked her eyes and asked tentatively, âYouâre not here to demand repayment?â
Currently, entrepreneurs in Gonzalez City were all adding insult to injury, not only terminating cooperation but also many owed the Radcliffe Group a lot of money and werenât paying back.
Even if they went to court, the other side would just drag things out, trying all means to delay until the Radcliffe Group went bankrupt.
Under these circumstances, someone actually wanted to voluntarily lend money to the Radcliffe Group?
And werenât these bank presidents already tipped off by Bran Cook?
Why would they still be willing to help her?
Dempsy Davenportâs first thought was that this must be dodgy!
A scam!
Mocking her!
âPresident Clark, no matter what, youâre still the respected President of Celestial Bankâs Gonzalez City Branch. Now youâre also coming to ridicule us, isnât that quite meaningless?â
Dempsey Davenport scoffed coldly, her voice suddenly turning stern, âIf you want money, just ask for it. To say that youâre offering us a loan, whatâs the point? Doesnât everyone know that Bran Cook has already contacted you privately to set up this debt collection?â
With the Radcliffe Groupâs current financial condition, banks were scrambling to avoid risk, and previously, Dempsey Davenport had visited various banks seeking to borrow some money.
But without exception, she was turned away.
And so ruthless, not giving an inch.
Now four or five bank presidents have come to her door collectively, all proactively offering to lend them money?
No fool would believe that!
âBoss Reed, I really am here to lend you money!â
Darius Clark suddenly got angry. He walked over to the desk in front of Quella Radcliffe with his briefcase, unzipped it, and took out a document, laying it in front of everyone.
âI, Darius Clark at least am the Branch President of Celestial Bank in Gonzalez City. Even if Bran Cook is highly influential, itâs not his turn to interfere with my work, is it?â
Bang!
Darius Clark slammed the document down and looked at Dempsey Davenport: âPlease, take a look, what does it say, in black and white, on this paper!â
As a respected bank president in Gonzalez City, he was usually revered by all the major merchants, and he would willingly cooperate with those wealthy businessmen as a favor to them.
And now, to his dismay, the entire city of Gonzalez thought he had to listen to Bran Cook!
âReally?â
Dempsey Davenport picked up the contract skeptically and began to read its contents.
Halfway through, she was so shocked that she gasped, âPresident Clark really wants to lend us money?â
âIf it werenât for the order of a high-up, I really wouldnât lend this money! So many people begging me for loans, but here you are, getting insulted every time I actively come to offer a loan!â
Darius Clark turned his head away.
âPresident Radcliffe, itâs true!â
Dempsey Davenport pushed the document over and quickly said with an apologetic smile, âPresident Clark, Iâm so sorry. The Radcliffe Group has been in such trouble lately, with everyone turning against us, and then all of you bank presidents showing up together, Iâ¦â
At that point, she looked at the other bank presidents: âThen youâ¦â
âWe also brought contracts! As long as Miss Radcliffe needs it, weâre ready to lend at any time!â
The bank presidents opened their briefcases and placed the documents on the table.
This time, it was Bran Cookâs turn to be dumbfounded.
He grabbed the hand of the President of Green Flag Bank, asking in a faint voice, âWerenât you here to press for debts?â
Just yesterday morning, he had called all the presidents, and they had all stated that they would certainly come to collect the money today.
So how come now it has turned into offering loans?
âYoung Master Cook, you have a big reputation in Gonzalez City, thatâs true! But are we, the bank presidents, supposed to clear our decisions with you?â
The President of Green Flag Bank said dismissively: âThis is an economic policy matter, do you want to intervene in this too?â
He shoved Bran Cookâs hand away and smiled as he walked up to Quella Radcliffe: âPresident Radcliffe, we can offer you fifteen billion, and as for the interest, it will absolutely be the lowest! You can rest assured of that.â
âWhat the hell! I proposed it first! Mister Shaw, Iâm warning you, donât steal my business!â
Darius Clark pointed at the Branch President of Green Flag Bank in Gonzalez City, looking ready to fight.
âHmph! Why should you get to lend first just because you got here earlier? I can provide a better policy than you. Darius Clark, donât be too overbearing!â
The President of Green Flag Bank stood his ground equally unyielding.
The Radcliffe family members were completely dumbstruck by now.
Wasnât it agreed that they were coming to collect debts together?
Wasnât it agreed that Quella Radcliffe had to leave?
So now, will the Radcliffe Group still go bankrupt?
âBoss Reed, Iâll go make you a cup of teaâ¦â
The Radcliffe Clan members who were previously gearing up to attack Dempsey Davenport now hurried to flatter her.
âBoss Reed, Iâll get you a chairâ¦â
âBoss Reedâ¦â
âEnough! Weâre discussing business here, canât you see that!â
Dempsey Davenport shouted and those people quickly left the chairmanâs office.
âBoss, we will take our leave thenâ¦â
As they turned around, they were on the verge of tearsâ¦