So, Chaim was rather anxious now.
He took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes. Then he suppressed his tension and began answering the questions from the people in the conference room. "Well, I understand that you're worried, but there’s no point in talking about it now. Please be quiet."
Chaim signaled them to keep quiet.
Having been the president for many years, he was respected by his team. Upon hearing his words, they stopped throwing questions and gradually fell silent.
Even the middle-aged man, the first person to raise the question, sat down.
Seeing this, Chaim felt slightly relieved and then continued, "Don't worry. I said that Mr. Flint would definitely help us as long as we granted Ms. Raines her loan of 20 million. It’s still early now. Maybe Mr. Flint doesn't know that we have approved Ms. Raines’ loan."
Chaim had to explain in this way to appease these people temporarily.
However, some people were still unconvinced.
"Mr. Houston, it is you who said that Mr. Flint would agree to help us tonight at the latest, so we are waiting in the conference room. Otherwise, we won't stay up."
"Yes. Mr. Houston, are you really sure Mr. Flint will help us? What if he doesn't help..."
"Well, it’s enough!" Chaim slapped the table impatiently and interrupted them. "Since I proposed the plan, I’ll bear the responsibility myself if Mr. Flint doesn't help us. Can you keep quiet now?"
Others lowered their heads, and the room grew silent.
The silence diffused Chaim’s anger, and he sat down with the help of the conference table.
He didn't feel relaxed because he had quietened his subordinates. On the contrary, he became tenser.
He had been good at making plans, which had never failed.
But now he was not very confident that he would gain Julien’s help.
He even regretted having schemed to use Sydney to calculate Julien in order to secure his position as the president.
‘If Julien is angry with me, my career might end.’ At the thought of it, Chaim showed a bitter smile.
When remembering that he had told others happily that Julien would help them this afternoon, Chaim felt he was utterly stupid then.
It was downright silly of him to announce an uncertain thing.
While Chaim was brooding desperately, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and a young man in a suit hurried in with a phone in his hand.
The young man ran so fast that when he moved near Chaim, he got out of breath. "Mr. ... Mr. Houston... Good... Good..."
The young man couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Chaim frowned in displeasure. "Well, take your time and regulate your breathing."
While saying the words, Chaim handed a glass of water to the young man.
Perhaps the young man was very thirsty, as he took the glass and drank it up without even thanking Chaim.
Then the young man exhaled a long breath.
Although he was still slightly out of breath, he could speak clearly now.
"Mr. Houston, good news," the young man said while looking at Chaim excitedly.
"Good news?" Mr. Houston was confused at first and then roughly guessed it. His eyes widened at once, and excitement gradually accumulated on his face. "Do you mean..."
The young man nodded repeatedly. "Yes. Flint Corporation has just contacted us, saying that they are willing to transfer one billion euros from Citibank and deposit it in our bank. Mr. Houston, our bank has been saved, and our team won't be disbanded."
As the young man spoke, his eyes were glittering with excitement.
Others stood up with joy.
"Is this true?" Some people asked excitedly while staring at the young man.
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