Song Jinlun called Luo Maoyuan.
"Mr. Luo, you are still in the capital, come to my office."
"Yes, President Song. I'll be there in ten minutes."
Luo Maoyuan dare not neglect.
No matter how awesome he is, he doesn't dare to do anything in front of Song Jinyou. The customer is God. Song Jinyou holds much crude oil transportation business, and Luo Maoyuan dare not offend him.
Ten minutes later, Luo Maoyuan knocked on the door and entered Song Jinyou's office.
"President Song, you are looking for me."
"Come, come, sit here."
Luo Maoyuan sat down on the sofa as he said, and someone immediately made hot tea and brought it over.
"Mr. Luo, I heard that there is a problem with your 'Xin Fugui' account. Is there such a thing?"
Luo Maoyuan felt an inexplicable jump in his heart.
"No, there is no such thing at all, Mr. Song, you are worried about the one million barrels of oil."
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