Lin Miao knew one thing very clearly—never bring answers when asking questions.
Even if it doesn't work out, it's no big deal, just activate another plan.
The goal is to get the shareholders of this company to fight, the fiercer the better, the more intense the better, ideally with a few casualties, and then blow the matter up, causing ERO's already low stock price to plummet straight to delisting.
As for scandals, Lin Miao would never let ERO have too many scandals; he still needs to wear this skin, and if it stinks, how can he wear it?
Kotaisky, caught in a brainstorm, wasn't in the mood to look at Lin Miao's handsome face, nor did he have the appetite to continue eating, because he felt as if there was a group of people secretly watching him, ready to strike at any moment.
To avoid upsetting his lover, he hastily finished the meal with them before leaving.
When Lin Miao settled the bill, he couldn't help but twitch his eyelids at the sight of the amount—three thousand euros?
