Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 206 - 172 I Am the Most Suitable Candidate_3

While speaking, her eyes reddened again, and her voice began to choke: "I... I don’t know what to do..."

Chen Cheng handed her a tissue with a gentle tone: "Don’t panic, take it slowly, there’s always a solution to the problem."

Mei Xiang took the tissue, wiped her tears, and tried to calm herself down, "Yesterday, after you left, the raw material supplier came knocking, and they have issued their final ultimatum."

As she spoke, she took out a thick stack of copied agreements from her bag and handed them to Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng didn’t even open it, "Just tell me, how much are we short?"

Mei Xiang took a deep breath, seemingly trying to steady her emotions, then said in a low voice, "A total of three billion yen, which is about 237 million renminbi."

"They say if they don’t receive the payment for the goods by the end of today, they’ll stop the supply and will file a lawsuit with the court..."

Mei Xiang’s voice became smaller and smaller until it was almost inaudible, but the anxiety and helplessness in her eyes were clearly visible.

237 million, to Chen Cheng, was not an astronomical sum.

After all, when he woke up this morning, the interest from his capital pool had brought him another 150 million.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping gently on the desk, without immediately giving a response.

Seeing Chen Cheng silent, Mei Xiang grew even more uneasy. She bit her lip and cautiously asked, "Mr. Chen, could you... could you lend me this money?"

Chen Cheng raised his head, "Miss Mei Xiang, this money..."

Before he could finish, Mei Xiang hastily said, "Mr. Chen, I know I have no right to ask for your help, but I’m truly out of options..."

She had a trace of a sob in her voice, "Now, everybody knows that Xingye Products is facing a big problem, I need a significant amount of capital to keep it afloat."

Mei Xiang’s eyes reddened, her voice filled with pleading and desperation. She knew the amount of money was huge, and she was practically strangers with Chen Cheng, having only met a few times, there was no reason for him to help her.

Chen Cheng leaned forward, "Mei Xiang, don’t panic, let me finish what I’m saying."

Upon hearing this, Mei Xiang stopped the tears that were about to spill over, looking at Chen Cheng with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"The reason I came here, aside from the matter we haven’t yet concluded last time, more importantly, is out of consideration for Shulin’s friendship."

Mei Xiang pressed her lips together, "Aunt Wen..."

Chen Cheng nodded, "After learning of your father’s death, she was heartbroken and very concerned about you."

"That’s why she entrusted me, to come and see how you are doing." Chen Cheng continued.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen, thank you, Aunt Wen." Mei Xiang thanked them again.

Chen Cheng spoke slowly, "You asked me a few days ago in Beijing if there was a saying ’out of sight, out of mind,’ now I can answer you, yes."

Mei Xiang felt a wave of despair.

"But, if the tea has grown cold," Chen Cheng paused, his tone becoming more significant, "it can be reheated, and it’s still drinkable."

Mei Xiang was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant, her eyes lighting up with surprise, "Mr. Chen, do you mean..."

Chen Cheng said casually, "I’m willing to help you, but I can’t just lend you the money for nothing."

"Mr. Chen, whatever your condition is, just name it; if it’s within my power, I’ll go through fire and water and will spare no effort!"

"There’s no need for such exaggeration." Chen Cheng smiled and waved his hand, "My condition is very simple."

"What is it?"

Chen Cheng spoke firmly, "Last time at the Grand Hyatt Oriental, didn’t I suggest 9% equity? This time, I’ll back down a step further, 8%."

He held up two fingers, "Two billion, plus the loan of over 130 million, all for this much."

"Mr. Chen, this..."

Mei Xiang opened her mouth, wanting to refuse, yet not knowing how to voice it.

"8% is also the second largest..." she said.

Chen Cheng understood her concerns and continued, "I know this share will be hard for you to accept. But you must understand, over two billion renminbi is not a small sum; I have to be responsible for my investment."

He paused, his tone more serious than ever, "Moreover, as you can see the current situation of Xingye Products, even if I lend you this hundred million, it might not solve the fundamental problem."

"What you need is more, not just these two billion."

Chen Cheng’s gaze was piercing, "What is also needed is a capable and resourceful partner to help you get through the hard times."

"And I am the most suitable candidate."

Mei Xiang fell into silence, her hands tightly clutching the teacup.

Chen Cheng’s words struck her heart like hammer blows.

She knew what Chen Cheng said was true; Xingye Products’ current situation couldn’t be solved with just this money alone.

She needed a strong partner, and according to Shulin, Chen Cheng, who could "print money," was undoubtedly the best choice.

His mysterious background, substantial strength, and reliable funds were precisely what Xingye Products urgently needed.

However, the 8% that Chen Cheng wanted couldn’t be decided solely by her.

Although Xingye Dajie had passed away, the shareholders of Xingye Corporation were still there.

Mei Xiang needed to convince them to fully meet Chen Cheng’s demands.

"Mr. Chen, could you give me some time to think about it?" Mei Xiang’s voice trembled a little, carrying a hint of pleading.

Chen Cheng didn’t pressure her and spoke in a calm tone: "Of course, I can give you time to think. However, I hope you can give me an answer quickly; those suppliers probably won’t wait too long."

Mei Xiang nodded; she understood what Chen Cheng meant.

"I will give you an answer within today."

"Good." Chen Cheng stood up, "Once you’ve made your decision, give me a call."