839 How Long Can They Last

"I know." Chu Lui answered plainly like he usually did. It was as if he did not care if the company was going down—as if it were not his company, but someone else's.

"Cousin, what are we going to do?" Du Jingtang clawed at his hair. "Wha-what are we going to do…?" This was the first time that the company had encountered something like a crisis of this scale. Seventy percent of their assets were gone, and they had countless penalties of late payment to pay.

"Jingtang, go out first," Chu Lui said evenly. He wanted to rest and not talk to anyone now.

Du Jingtang still had a lot to say. However, he kept quiet when he saw the state that Chu Lui was in. He opened the door and left, preparing to go back and brainstorm for ways to reduce the losses.

At the negotiation table, Chu Lui toyed with the signature pen that he instinctively held between his fingers.