In front of Huang Lin, sitting on the boss chair, was a man with a square face, slicked-back hair, dressed in a brown suit, burly, looking around thirty years old.
The man held a cigar, pressed the lighter button, ignited it with a "click," took a deep puff, and exhaled a smoke ring, saying lightly, "Brother Huang, you don't need to worry about this matter."
"No, I must take care of this matter!"
"The Dongfu Brothers Company is very important to you, right? Now it has closed down, you've lost a lot!"
Huang Lin snorted angrily, slapping the side table next to him into smithereens, "Besides, I've also bought stocks of Dongfu Brothers and Cyan Dragon Group. Now they've plummeted, and I've taken a huge loss. I must find that guy who targeted Cyan Dragon's stock and take revenge!"
