412 Invitation

"500,000!" Zhu Wencong said again.

"You! I can lend you at most 200,000! No more!" Osman felt a huge headache, although he was very eager for the interest from 500,000, he just didn't have the money.

Even if he could come up with 500,000, Osman couldn't make the decision alone; he still had to serve the shareholders behind him.

One must not put all eggs in one basket, that was an essential truth anyone in the industry had to understand.

"How about 300,000?" Zhu Wencong tried asking.

Osman shook his head, 200,000 was already his limit, and he still had to withdraw a large sum of money.

Paladon glared at Osman, his own refinery was on the verge of closing down, and not a single penny was lent to him.

Now, just like that, he was ready to lend Zhu Wencong 200,000, Paladon felt an immense sense of humiliation in that moment, capitalists truly are the dear fathers of bankers!