465 empty-handed

"Where does your capital come from?" Back at the hotel, Su Yanqiao asked directly.

As the manager of Jiuding Bank, Su Yanqiao knew the current stage of capital was all diverted to New York City, officially entering the New York capital scene.

The coal resources in Iowa might be excellent, but it would take hundreds of thousands of dollars to start mining them.

If they were to reallocate funds from New York, it would be like losing a watermelon while picking up sesame seeds.

"Have you forgotten my specialty?" Zhu Wencong asked with a smile.

"Cheating the devil out of his due?" Su Yanqiao pouted, already aware that Zhu Wencong could pull off such a stunt.

"So, I have to be responsible for negotiating with local bankers about loans tomorrow?

But they can't come up with more than tens of thousands, at most a few tens of thousands of dollars, unless we mortgage something.

If those farm owners interfere, some banks won't lend us money.