American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 167: Pig Killing (Subscription Request)

Three o'clock in the afternoon, the main hall of the bad room.

A group of staff in suits were walking back and forth in the bar, some of them holding cameras, taking pictures of various equipment, the bar, and even the liquor inventory one by one.

Some people even whispered with the staff in the bad rooms, asking about the business situation.

Staff of these banks are conducting qualification review.

Of course, these reviews are not so superficial; they also involve looking at bank statements, accounts, and the like.

Immediately afterwards, representatives from these banks went to Ryan's office one by one.

The whole process lasted until seven o'clock that evening, and Ryan only finished negotiating with the last bank representative when a guest entered the nightclub.

Looking at the table Teresa summarized for him, Ryan nodded: "It seems that Nora is right."

Two banks, United Bank and SunTrust Bank, did offer more favorable terms. Compared with the Federal Reserve's benchmark interest rate, they only added a "interest rate markup" and listed Ryan as a high-quality borrower. Other conditions were similar.

"Ask the account manager of Union Bank to come over tomorrow."

Theresa nodded, and just as she turned around, she bumped into Nora head-on, then made way and left Ryan's office.

"Your assistant is so beautiful." Nora looked back and smiled meaningfully.

"What did the EPA say?" Ryan asked.

Some people from the Environmental Protection Agency just visited us and Nora was in charge of receiving them.

"What else can I say? We're not a chemical plant. We're just going through the motions. By the way, you have to go to the City Council tomorrow to attend a hearing and explain the situation," Nora continued.

Ryan nodded: "How many departments are still missing?"

"The only thing left is the development permit from the city's land use planning office. Since there are so many people in line, this may be slow," said Nora.

"This is a key department," Ryan reminded.

"The nature of the land, right? I know that, and you saw our speed." Nora responded.

Ryan saw it, but he also knew that if there was something wrong with the nature of the land, all the previous efforts would be in vain.

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The next day, three bank employees in professional attire walked into Ryan's office.

The explanation given by the head of the group was that the three people were bank account managers, specifically responsible for Ryan-related business.

"This is my personal number. You can call me anytime if you need anything." The leader handed over a business card. Her hair looked very smooth and she had a retro temperament. Her work skirt was a few inches above her knees. Her legs were wrapped in stockings and she wore patent leather high heels.

As for dressing up so extravagantly? Ryan immediately realized that this might be a deliberate arrangement by the bank. Faced with the aftermath of the financial crisis, all walks of life are "looking for solutions".

The other party also brought a few gifts, and Ryan asked Theresa to accept them directly.

Then the other party took out a beautifully printed business explanation.

"I'll report to you in person." The other person stood up, walked around the table and came to Ryan.

"This is the loan amount. Since it's a nightclub and the entertainment industry is high-risk, we can only use the asset mortgage calculation method, according to..." She moved closer to Ryan intentionally or unintentionally.

"In addition, we would like to ask you to cooperate further with us." She almost leaned on Ryan.

"How to cooperate?"

"Including the financial accounts of record companies and nightclubs, I hope to open them in our Orlando branch. This will bring you many benefits, not to mention the usual gifts, but also various special benefits."

"We don't need to go to the bank for special benefits, right?" Ryan asked seriously.

She smiled immediately: "That's not what I meant."

"There may be many opportunities for cooperation in the future. Just do your job well and I will naturally cooperate if needed." Ryan said.

"Don't worry, we can definitely give you the most preferential treatment, including the loan term and related financial investment portfolio. I will inform you as soon as possible." She continued.

"You said just now that this is a commercial mortgage loan, which means that if the money cannot be repaid, the nightclub will belong to the bank?" Ryan suddenly said, as if he had thought of something.

"Of course." The account manager was stunned.

"I understand. I will sign the contract directly with you when I apply for the loan." Ryan said.

"Isn't it today? You see, we are all ready..." She babbled, fearing that the night would be too long and there would be more trouble. "Not today, I need to confirm one thing." Ryan shook his head, and he changed his mind at the last moment.

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That night, after the hearing, Ryan returned to the nightclub, where Nora was already waiting for him.

"Is everything going well?" Nora asked.

"I just asked a few more questions, including the impact on surrounding residents," Ryan said.

Nora nodded: "Everything is ready now. Once the bank releases the loan, we can officially start construction."

"Let's wait a little longer. Put everything on hold until we get formal permission from the Land Use Planning Office." Ryan changed the subject.

"Didn't I tell you that there are many projects waiting in line and it will take several months to get them? You can just start work first. The earlier you start and the earlier you finish, the earlier you can make money. All your money is interest, although it's not much." Nora reminded.

"I haven't borrowed it yet." Ryan shook his head.

Noila raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you think there is something wrong with the nature of the land? That makes construction impossible?"

"Of course I won't doubt you, but you saw that I mortgaged the nightclub. What should I do if something goes wrong? Wouldn't I have to give my nightclub to someone else?" Ryan said.

"Or was this the nightclub you were eyeing from the beginning?"

"Haha, don't think too much. Your nightclub hasn't been targeted by anyone. Besides, how much money can you make if this nightclub is gone?" Nora laughed immediately, thinking that Ryan was a little too cautious.

"If you could change the nature of the land so easily, you wouldn't have found me." Ryan said again.

"I admit that this land does take some time, but it only takes some time." Nora shook her head.

"I can wait a while!"

Noila Mo was a little angry and laughed: "Young man, you have to understand that it is not your turn to make money for no reason. If you want to make money, you have to take some risks."

"But the risk is too great. I don't even know who the other party is, and you ask me to gamble. Don't you think this is a bit unfair?" Ryan said.

"This world is inherently unfair," Nora reminded.

Ryan was unmoved.

"I promise you that we'll be able to deal with the Planning Office by then." Nora said helplessly.

"Your guarantee is useless. How about this? We sign a supplementary agreement and have your company provide a guarantee. If various problems arise that cause the project to be interrupted, you will compensate me. For example, you can build a few water parks!" Ryan changed his approach.

"I can't do it, no one can do it, it's the company's assets."

"You just want to make money. You just said that if you want to make money, you have to take some risks!" Ryan responded with the same words the other party had just said.

"Ryan, if you deliberately delay, things will not be as simple as you think." Nora seemed a little angry.

"Threatening me? That trick won't work on me. At worst I can just move the nightclub away." Ryan said nonchalantly.

"Ryan, don't overestimate how important anyone is, including yourself." Nora's tone was cold.

"You're right. If anything happens to me or the people around me, the relevant information of this land will be disclosed to the local media immediately." Ryan acted indifferent.

"There's no need for you to be so angry. Everyone just wants to make money." She suddenly smiled again.

"You can leave now. I hope you will have permission from the Planning Office when you come back next time." Ryan let her go.

Nora stood up, but instead of walking out of the office, she walked around the desk and took over the position.

Ryan was slapped in the face by Papaya, but she didn't care and started searching for news on the Internet.

"No, this is the answer you want." Nora stood up and let Ryan see it for himself.

There was a news report on the computer screen, which mentioned that Paul Ryan, a congressman from Wisconsin's 1st district, would attend a prayer breakfast hosted by the Catholic Bishops tomorrow morning as a representative of the House of Representatives. The event was aimed at praying for the new president and government.

Nora pointed to one of them and said, "John C. Fovano, the bishop of the Archdiocese of Miami. He was promoted from the Diocese of Orlando eight years ago. Should you be relieved now?"

"This proves nothing. Even if this person calls me tomorrow, it will be useless. Either get a permit or a supplementary agreement." Ryan issued an ultimatum.

Nora held her forehead with her hand: "I now feel that actively applying for a transfer is not a good thing!"

(End of this chapter)