Poison Medicine Sect.
"Hold on! Xuanjin Yulong can't hold out for long! Once An Yiqing throws all the money in, they're done for!" Shi Yimeng said sternly during the video meeting while keeping an eye on the stock market.
Several related individuals were sweating profusely, their faces pale.
"Boss, the situation doesn't look good. You should retreat!" one person said.
"Yes, boss, Xuanjin Yulong is terrifying! It's basically a bottomless pit! If we keep throwing money in, it'll all be for nothing sooner or later!"
"Shut up, all of you!" Shi Yimeng slammed the table, shouting angrily, "A bunch of useless fools! Are you just going to watch the company get taken away? Xuanjin Yulong can't have that much liquidity! Just hold on a bit longer, and we'll succeed!"
