Zhao Jinhai was obviously angry on his face and patted heavily on the table, "what are you doing? Don't you go out yet!"
Those directors didn't pay attention to Zhao Jinhai's words at all.
One of the directors stood up and asked, "Zhao Jinhai, how do you solve this situation?"
"I have my own way."
"Oh, Zhao Jinhai, do you have a way? Now the industry and Commerce Department has asked us to refund customers immediately. Our company has enough funds? And Zhao Jinhai, intelligent robot, are you sure you can repair it? We didn't support you to develop intelligent robot at the beginning. Now it's good. It's calculated by new technology."
Several directors followed suit and did not shy away.
"Yes, at the beginning, almost all the company's funds were invested in the research and development of robots. If they were refunded, our company's funds would not be enough to support them."
"Chairman, we were all opposed to your research and development of intelligent robots. You have to go your own way."
"If Mr. Song stayed in the company, our company would not be reduced to the present situation."
"Dong song's ability is really strong. You see, under his management, Zhixin technology has developed into a famous technology company. First, he has developed intelligent robots and chips. I'm afraid Zhixin technology will have to in the future."
Zhao Jinhai clenched his fists and was livid with anger.
When they first developed intelligent robots, they were very flattering. Now there is an accident and they have changed their face.
And song Youwei.
But it's luck to meet a good boss, not because of his ability.
"Get out!" he ordered.
"Zhao Jinhai, your share of Jinhai technology is only 30%. If you can't solve this matter, we will convene the board of directors and revoke your position as chairman."
With that, the directors stopped staying and left the office.
Zhao Jinhai gritted his teeth and called the Secretary in, "go to the bank to borrow 100 million."
"Yes." the Secretary answered and went down to contact the bank with his mobile phone.
Twenty minutes later, the Secretary returned to the office and truthfully reported, "Chairman, the bank refused to lend."
"No?" Zhao Jinhai frowned.
"Yes, none of the banks I contacted are willing to lend us a loan."
Zhao Jinhai understands. This must be song Youwei's handwriting.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "then go to the companies we make friends with and borrow them."
The Secretary hesitated and said, "Chairman, they have alienated us since the accident in our company. I'm afraid they can't borrow it."
Zhao Jinhai's face turned white.
For a long time, he smiled sarcastically, "it's really a group of people who value interests. If something happens, they will fall into the well and curry favor with it."
"Chairman, what are we going to do now?"
Zhao Jinhai's whole body exudes a sense of powerlessness, "let me think."
At this time, a phone call came in, and the other party's voice was very urgent, "Chairman, no, there are five policemen. He went directly to your office."
"What!" Zhao Jinhai suddenly stood up from his chair.
What song Youwei said at the press conference that day came to his mind.
Will these policemen come over because he framed song Youwei a few years ago?
Thinking of this, Zhao Jinhai denied his idea. After so many years, they can't find out.