"Director Shen, your steel factory only has this little money?"
"At the end of the year, it was all handed over to the city steel factory."
After hearing this, Tao Juncheng's chest heaved violently a few times, and Jiang Xinyu felt he was quite angry.
"Alright, you guys need to quickly raise funds, the steel factory also must prepare two hundred thousand, no less."
"Yes, leader."
"What about Yang Haitao from the cement factory? How much are you raising?"
"Leader, we are raising two hundred thousand."
"Alright." Finally, the last one was Sun Baosheng, the director of the distillery. "Hmph, all of you have money in hand, but our distillery is almost shutting down, how can we brew liquor without grains? If we don't brew, what do we sell?"
"Don't you have any stored?"
"That's not enough, it's just barely enough to sustain the distillery's operations."
"Your distillery needs grains to brew, it wouldn't make sense if you don't contribute financially, right?"
