"Speak."
Lin Fan's face was expressionless.
"Xiang Group, Chairman Xiang Haiwei, fifty-one years old this year! The group's stock price is around ten billion, with Xiang Haiwei holding fifty-one percent, roughly worth five billion! He has one son, Xiang Tianming, twenty-six years old, an illiterate idler! He spends his days in idleness; his wife..."
Longze Xue Ji was saying.
"Contact Xiang Haiwei, tell him something unpleasant has happened with his son here. Ask him to come to the Qilin Pavilion private room in Hilton Hotel within ten minutes!"
"If he doesn't come, tell him that before tomorrow's stock market opens, Xiang Group will be delisted and bankrupted!" Lin Fan said calmly.
"At your command, master!" Longze Xue Ji nodded.
"Hahaha!"
Roars of laughter erupted!
Even more intense than before, and more mocking.
Everyone looked at Lin Fan as if he were a clown.
"This is killing me!"
