The afternoon of the impeachment of Sangle's CEO, Hong Weiguo. 1 PM.
Shanghai Tianhai City, in Li Jing Hotel, where Hong Weiguo and his wife Lan Ruoxi were staying.
Hong Weiguo sat in front of his laptop and took a deep breath.
"What's wrong with me? Isn't everything arranged? Why do I feel so anxious?" Hong Weiguo shook his head and smiled. He took another deep breath and accepted the video call request from his father, Hong Tu. Being impeached from the Resource Chamber of Commerce was a big matter, he ought to report to his father.
After about five minutes, the video call connected.
When Hong Weiguo was about to speak, without asking if anything happened, Hong Tu said, "Weiguo, why are your spirits so low? Are you still the pride of our Hong Family?"
"Father, did… you notice something different about me?" Hearing what his father said, Hong Weiguo was shocked. "Can you tell?"
