"Oh?" Yusuf Zuck's eyebrows shot up upon hearing Wells Merritt's words. No wonder these people had been muttering to themselves since they came in, it turned out they wanted to reclaim that forty percent of the dry shares.
"What did Maurice Singleton say?" Yusuf Zuck, sitting on the sofa without moving, looked at the eight managers with a smile. These eight must be in charge of some business area.
"Maurice Singleton had told Mike to watch his words and asked Mike what he wanted to do!" Wells Merritt whispered.
At this point, Denzel Hood spoke up, "Boss, I don't know why you give this sick man from East Asia forty percent of the dividends every month, but this is all our hard-earned money. We haven't seen him contribute anything to the company, so we won't leave today until things are made clear. We don't mind slaughtering him; once he's dead, we don't have to give out the forty percent dry shares, right?"
Wells Merritt swallowed hard, not daring to translate these words.