"Starting next Monday, trading is suspended!"
Leng Group, usually composed Leng Yan, watched the flickering lines of numbers on the big screen, gritting his teeth as he spoke. To avoid causing panic, his expression remained calm, but the nerves of those around him were still difficult to relax.
On his desk were piles of termination contracts, and the executives found it hard to breathe just looking at them.
During the financial crisis, although Leng Group's profits declined, they managed to get through it gracefully. But now...
The news of Leng Siyan's stomach cancer had spread, and Leng Ye's car accident couldn't be kept under wraps either. The continuous stock market decline kept the group in an eerily tense atmosphere at all times.
