The President's Secretary Wants To Resign Everyday - Chapter 3.4
I held back my tears, remembered the resignation application letter that was missing in my backpack, and continued to try to stop the president from a different angle, “If the lessor sells the leased house, the lesser should notify the lessee within a reasonable period of time before the sale. The lessee has the right to buy first on the same terms.”
The President looked at me with dark and deep eyes, and his hoarse voice was sinister, “What do you mean?”
“That is, if the landlady wants to sell the house, the lady has the right to stay. You proposed to buy a house before, even if the lady has no money and can’t afford it now, the landlady would at least inform her.”
A hint of impatience appeared on the president’s eyebrows.
I hurriedly made a summary, “In short, if the landlady wants to sell the house, the lady will know it in advance.”
The President had a gloom in his handsome face, his’s eyebrows were slightly raised, and he changed his point. “So, she’s short of money?”
I thought for a while, “It should be, but I recommended that you don’t directly give cash to the lady, transfer money, etc., it is easily misunderstood as having ulterior motives.”
When I said this, I felt like a bank clerk trying to persuade a granny who wants to pay a scammer.
The president’s face was extremely ugly, “She doesn’t want to be my woman?”
That expression meant: Who wouldn’t want to be the woman of the world’s No. 1 Group’s president?!
I can’t bear to hurt the president’s pure heart. People need appropriate setbacks to mature. If a person’s growth trajectory is too smooth, it is actually not a good thing for personality shaping.
I told the story of the heroine’s unwillingness to live and eat at Xiao Wang’s house for free. I wanted to tell the President that the heroine is an honest person who doesn’t sacrifice for money, and will not shamelessly promise to be someone else’s woman.
The president made a ruthless declaration, “I must get her body and heart. You ask all the banks to stop her credit cards, set up a financial company, lend her money, and set a high interest rate that she can’t repay.”
I took out my notebook and wrote it down, “Okay, what do you think is the right interest rate?”
The President’s answer was straightforward, “500%.”
Then, if she can’t pay the money, she can only commit herself to you, right? Ahhh, that’s wonderful to think about.
The legal regulations on private lending are very strict, boss! “If the interest rate agreed by the borrower and the lender does not exceed the annual interest rate of 24%, and the lender requests the borrower to pay the interest at the agreed interest rate, the people’s court shall support it. The interest rate agreed by the borrower and the lender exceeds the annual interest rate of 36%, and the excess part of the interest agreed upon is invalid.”
The President’s eyes were filled with terrifying hostility, he asked word by word, “What did you say?”
Well, this section of the regulations is very devious, I tore a page of the notebook paper and handed it over. Going up, “Would you like to take notes?”
The President seemed to have heard some shocking joke, “Me? My brain with an IQ of 780, one of the top 10 smart brains in the world, still need to take notes?”
People can be confident, but being conceited is a bit ridiculous. I took a step back with arms folded, “Then tell me, in the paragraph I just said, what is the maximum annual interest rate required by law?”
The President hesitated between 24% and 36%.
I don’t think I can force him anymore, I’m happy to be quick, but the author may strike me with thunder.
The president avoided the quiz game about loan interest rates and gave me another order, “Don’t bother, just buy the company of the lady.”
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