"I understand." Xicheng put away the report and got up from the chair again, "In the future, prevent such things from happening. Do not let this matter go out without my permission, including to my father."
"Yes, Mr. Xicheng."
"Also..." Xicheng glanced sideways, casting an eye on the large vineyard outside the window, "Tomorrow morning, I will transfer fifty million over. If there are difficulties with circulation, let me know."
"Okay!"
In recent days, the finance director had been robbing Peter to pay Paul to maintain things. Now with Xicheng's fifty million as an emergency aid, it's a big help for him.
Xicheng hurried downstairs, and the driver drove to Fengyun International. He then ordered Xun Yang to liquidate all the money he invested abroad.
These past few years, things have been smooth sailing on the music path, and naturally, Xicheng's income was extraordinary. Transferring these funds back can completely fill the gap Gufeng created.
