On the sofa, Qin Hao sat in the middle, Lin Yuhan with a serious expression on his left, and Zhao Mengke with a still rosy face on his right.
There was a report on the coffee table.
It was a report of rejections from various companies.
"The situation is quite dire."
Qin Hao casually glanced at the report, yawning as he spoke.
"Of course it's dire, we're almost bankrupt!" Zhao Mengke said, full of displeasure, "You heartless guy, not a word of encouragement, just rubbing salt in the wound."
"I was wrong!" Qin Hao raised his hand, "Actually, it's not that bad. At least we can still eat, right?"
"Soon we won't even be able to eat!"
Lin Yuhan smiled bitterly, "We came with much investment and ambition, but the reality is so harsh."
"What's there to fear? Even if we can't hold out here, we can go back to the Provincial City," Qin Hao said nonchalantly, "Besides, with me around, things will only get better."
