Lu Feng was stunned for a moment by Cheng Long's words. He had often heard that rich people didn't like to use their own money to grow their companies, preferring to use the bank's.
But now it seemed that wasn't the whole story. Sometimes, the banks were practically tripping over themselves to give them money.
He wasn't stupid; he understood after a moment's thought. First, the balance in his account guaranteed that he wouldn't be unable to repay the loan. Second, the bank was in the business of lending, and high-quality loans were a key performance indicator for them.
'Isn't this just him drumming up business?'
"Alright, then I'll have to trouble Chairman Cheng." Lu Feng thought it over and agreed.
Sometimes, connections had to be built up slowly. Cheng Long was only a branch manager now, but who was to say he wouldn't become the chairman of Tianzhou Industrial Bank in the future, or maybe even the chairman of the entire national bank?
