In the afternoon, after lunch, Yan Luoxi took the relevant documents and identification of the hotel's assets to discuss a loan with the bank. It was her first time negotiating a loan. She approached a counter, but they could only process small loans; loans of millions required a meeting with the bank president.
She waited two hours and finally got to meet the bank president, but he didn't even give her the chance to talk after looking at her documents.
After that, she visited another bank. This time, they didn't meet with her at all, only having the lobby manager relay a message that the bank's loan quota for the quarter had been reached, and they could only wait until the next quarter.
It was the first time Yan Luoxi had heard such an absurd reason, but who were they if not the local financial powers-that-be? She left the bank crestfallen.
The sun was setting, its rays baking her skin as she looked back at the bank's towering sign, her heart heavy with defeat.
