Zhou Shu looked helpless: "Uncle, I already reported it. Please wait a little longer; the police should be here soon."
Suddenly, loud banging on the door came from the entrance, accompanied by an angry voice shouting:
"Qin Lin, get out here! I, Wang Han, have worked for Xingyao for over twenty years, and you fire me just like that? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Qin Lin hadn't been in charge of Xingyao for long. When his elder brother Qin Hanbo was alive, he merely held a nominal position, idling away his days.
It wasn't until his brother passed away that he took over as CEO. He never expected that the once-thriving Xingyao would, in just a few short years, be reduced to this mess—shrunken assets and a broken financial chain.
Feeling extremely uneasy, Qin Lin wanted nothing more than to embezzle and flee. But the company's accounts hardly had any accessible funds left, and even if he wanted to squeeze out more, it wasn't an option.
