"Give up!"
Director Shen's words plunged the conference room into a strange silence. Everyone knew that the old leader was iron-hearted and ruthless, but no one expected he wouldn't hesitate even for his own grandson.
"When did it happen?"
"The order was given earlier. Our family head couldn't bear it and kept delaying it, but carried it out this morning."
Xu Qigang frowned; the timing this morning coincided with Chen Yingjie. "I request to immediately call the Detention Room to inquire about the situation."
"No problem." Meng Xingzhi waved his hand, and his confidential secretary personally went out to make the call.
"Did you remember anything?"
Xu Qigang walked to the stage, his tall figure even giving a sense of oppression.
"I might know how it was brought in." Xu Qigang gently stroked the photo on the blackboard, as if the past iron-blooded glory surfaced before him.
"You're saying?"
"How was it brought in?"
