Money!!! Money!!! Money!!!
Lin Tianhao sat down on the sofa. Whenever he thought about the company's losses, his head started to ache.
Of course, he knew that since taking over the company, it had been going downhill, but he had tried hard over the years. Despite his efforts, he couldn't restore the company to its former glory.
Initially, he thought that simply owning the company would prove his competence was not inferior to anyone else's and he could once again lead the company to success. However, it wasn't until now that he realized he couldn't revive the company's past brilliance.
He remembered the old man's insults from back then; at the time, he was full of resentment, but now, thinking back…
A sense of helplessness overtook Lin Tianhao.
He didn't know how to fill the gap of those millions, especially given the efforts and the derision and ridicule he faced to acquire the company. His heart was full of unwillingness.
