"Based on last year, we'd need at least fifty million. Even if we turn a profit two months from now, we'd still require thirty million."
"In the past, didn't Gu Qi's funds automatically come in?" Shen Ning's fingers clenched a lead pencil, her fingernails turning white.
Wan Zhengping's expression grew more serious. "Back when Shen Mei was in charge, Mr. Li would typically transfer a sum in January for the first half of the year and another in July for the second half. It was all automated. However, this month is already July, and it's been two weeks, but the funds haven't arrived. He might have forgotten. Maybe you should give him a call to remind him."
"Alright, I understand," Shen Ning spoke with difficulty. "You can go now."
Wan Zhengping left the office.
Shen Ning leaned over her desk, unable to lift herself. Her body had grown weak, and a chill seemed to emanate from every part of her. Even her mind felt like it was twitching.