The people of the Chen Family were reeking of alcohol, each depressed, unsure of what else to do but drink.
"You two, get out immediately! The Chen Family doesn't welcome you!"
Chen Taihe pointed at the door, his face cold.
Jiang Xiaobai stepped forward, sneering, "In these times, you're still holding onto your pretentious family airs, aren't you? Do you really not know how much longer the Chen Family can hold on?"
Sweat formed on Chen Taihe's back; they were actually internally discussing how to withdraw from Yun Dian. The situation was getting worse, and if they didn't evacuate soon, they might not be able to leave when they wanted to. So many suppliers were outside waiting for money, and they simply couldn't provide it.
"I'm not here today to argue with you. Find some of the decision-makers from the Chen Family; I want to negotiate with you."
Jiang Xiaobai raised his voice, "You have no reason to reject me because your lives are in my hands."
